Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Chapter 810: Chapter 810 Fortresses

Aldred sat in his office, an embodiment of power and contemplation. His leg casually rested on the corner of a massive desk carved from the dark wood of an ancient, forgotten world. The desk itself was a cornucopia of interstellar delicacies, fruits that gleamed with an inner light, harvested from planets scattered across the galaxy.

Each piece was a rarity, a treasure that spoke of his reach and influence that extended beyond mere worlds into the fabric of the cosmos itself.

In his hand, he swirled a glass of wine, its color reminiscent of the dying light of a red dwarf star, its aroma a complex bouquet of scents that hinted at the richness and diversity of the universe. His gaze, however, was not on the luxuries that filled his office but was drawn instead to the vista beyond the transparent wall that faced his desk.

An enchanting magical nebula pulsed with magical energy before him, a vast cloud of cosmic dust and gas illuminated by the dance of arcane forces.

It swirled and shifted, colors blending and parting in an endless ballet of light and shadow.

Perhaps the nebula represent the mystery and the magic of the galaxy and maybe the entire universe.

The door opened with a click.

Anariel and her entourage entered.

"Welcome to my office," Aldred greeted.

"Who is that woman? Is she your subordinate?"

"Straight to the point." Aldred smiled. "Yes. She is indeed my subordinate."

Anariel frowned. So it was true that powerful woman was Aldred's subordinate.

Then. How powerful was Aldred?

"Why don't you all sit down?"

Aldred lifted his fingers and all the sofas floated near them as if inviting them to sit.

Aldred grabbed a sofa of his own and put it near them.

The polite gesture made them unable to refuse and they all sat down.

"Who are you? Why do you have the same power as an high elf?"

High elf. A superior race of elven having an immense talent even since they were born.

Cellaeth was a high elf, Aldred recalled. However, she was still a youngling and needed time to grow.

As for Elralya, she was much more than that.

"Let me show you something."

Aldred extended his hand, and the air in front of him shimmered, transformed by his will. In an instant, several holographic screens materialized, floating in the space between him and his elven guests. Each screen displayed a different scene, yet all were united by a common theme: the ongoing battles against the demonic forces that sought to unbalance the cosmos.

The first screen showed a fierce battle raging on the surface of a distant planet, where human soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder with orcs, their traditional enmities forgotten in the face of a greater foe. They fought with determination, their weapons blazing trails of defiance against the dark tide that sought to overwhelm them.

Another screen depicted a skirmish in the belt of asteroids that orbited a dying star. Here, sleek elven ships maneuvered with grace and precision, their laser cannons cutting through the swarms of demonic vessels that sought to encircle them. The asteroids themselves became weapons in the hands of the elves, who used their magic to send the massive rocks hurtling towards their enemies.

A third screen revealed a more alien vista, where the silicon-based lifeforms known as the Xyrrathi joined the fray. Their crystalline structures gleamed under the light of their sun as they unleashed powerful energy beams, disintegrating demon after demon in a display of raw, unyielding power.

As Anariel and her entourage watched, spellbound by the scenes unfolding before them, Aldred spoke, his voice resonating with a deep, compelling authority.

"These battles, these alliances you see before you, they are the reality of our universe. A universe where countless races, each with their own histories, cultures, and enmities, have come together to fight a common enemy. We stand at a crossroads, where the actions of a few can tip the balance for all."

Aldred let the screens floating still. "You asked about my power. That is not as important as my ambition."

"Uniting the races. You think your power alone is enough?"

"That's the thing. I am not alone. Many that allied with me also want it as bad as me."

"You will need something concrete to convince the elven warlock."

"I have a proposal you can tell them. I will aid every elven world that is attacked by the demons. The elves had their numbers spread far thinner than the humans. After all, your fertility rate aren't as high as us."

The low fertility rate was one of the cause why the elves valued their kin so much and would stop at nothing to find their captured or enslaved brother and sister.

Anariel agreed that it definitely was an interesting proposal.

Aldred offered to shook her hand, a common gesture in human society.

Anariel accepted it and shook his hand as well.

"First, I will start sending supplies and repairman to your destroyed ships. This will be the first gesture of our collaboration."

"Don't expect good news, human. The warlock might not accept your proposal."

"I understand."

With a respectful nod, Anariel turned on her heel, her cloak swirling around her as she and her entourage made their way to the exit. The door, sensing their approach, slid open with a silent grace, revealing the corridor that led back to the hangar where their ship awaited.

As they walked, the weight of the potential alliance sat heavily on Anariel's shoulders. She turned to her second-in-command, her expression thoughtful. "Prepare a full report for the Warlock Council. Every detail of this meeting must be meticulously documented. Aldred's offer could shift the tide of this war, but it will not be without its detractors."

Her entourage nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. The corridors of Aldred's fortress seemed to hum with unseen energy, a reminder of the power that lay at their potential ally's command.

Upon reaching the hangar, they were greeted by the sight of their sleek elven vessel, bathed in the soft light that filtered through the hangar's vast enclosure. The ship, a marvel of elven engineering and magic, stood ready to carry them back to their kin.

As they boarded, Anariel cast one last glance back at the fortress that had been the stage for such a pivotal meeting. Turning away, she settled into her command seat, the familiar controls a welcome comfort.

"Set course for the rendezvous point," she commanded, her voice steady. "Let's see our people through this storm."

As the elven ship smoothly lifted off and exited the hangar, a small fleet of supply and repair ships followed in its wake. These ships, sent by Aldred as a first gesture of goodwill, were equipped with the materials and personnel necessary to mend the damage sustained by the elven fleet in their recent engagements.

The journey back through the warp tunnel was uneventful, a stark contrast to the tensions and uncertainties that had preceded their meeting with Aldred. As they emerged from the tunnel, the coordinates provided by Anariel led them to a secluded sector of space where the rest of her fleet was gathered, the damaged vessels floating silently, awaiting repair.

The sight of the supply and repair ships brought a wave of relief to the elven crews. Engineers and magicians alike worked side by side, their combined efforts gradually restoring the fleet's strength.

Although the elven were a bit hesitant to work with the humans.

Back in Aldred's office.

Zarael, the former Nexus Ringmaster approached Aldred with a smile on her face. "You did well."

"Not as good as you."

"It took me years to convince different races to work as a mercenary for me."

"You create an entire hub of diverse community. And you manage to keep the peace. That is incredibly impressive."

"I did that in a completely different realm where kingdoms and empires were nonexistent. The reality realm were a completely different playing field."

"Any tips for me?"

"Understanding and respect. That is probably the main element. Next is inclusivity. Just make everyone feel welcomed and valued. Disperse prejudices and biases."

"All of those things would be a challenge."

"It is. And the unity you create must be powerful. Creating a diverse community has a fatal weakness of shattering quite easily. The orks and the elves would be your biggest challenge. The elves pride, and the orks brutish demeanor would be like mixing silicon with soul."

Vortimer suddenly materialized inside the room. "Aldred. I have found Lord Malgorth's location."

In the depths of space, nestled within a vast nebula pulsing with dark energy, lay the sprawling network of demon fortresses. Stretching across the cosmic expanse, these fortresses formed a formidable barrier, each one bristling with hundreds of millions of demon ships, formidable forts, and intricate defense systems.

The nebula itself seemed to writhe with malevolent intent, its swirling clouds of cosmic dust and gas concealing the true extent of the demonic presence within. From afar, it appeared as a foreboding mass, shrouded in shadows and veiled by the flickering light of distant stars.

Within this sinister labyrinth, demonic patrols roamed ceaselessly, their watchful eyes scanning the void for any sign of intrusion.

Energy barriers crackled with dark power, warding off unwelcome visitors and sealing off the demon fortresses from the outside world.

In the center of these thousands of light-years wide fortresses was a terrifying figure.