On The Other Side: I Quit Being Human

Getting out of the crevice that he had made with the help of Luxia with the dead body of Iorael, Layland closed it back when he reached the surface. He had heard the information that he wanted to know without no one knowing it.

Eliseus and Haletha immediately came to his side the moment he emerged. None of them suspected anything—they didn't question what had happened in the crevice—as soon as they saw the dead Iorael on his shoulder.

"Can we say that the fight is already over?" He asked.

"Unfortunately, no, we can't. We still have to face the Guardians fighting the Demon King's Army outside," Haletha answered as she shook her head faintly. "Also, there are still quite a lot of the Rebel Guardians hiding themselves."

"Lysimork is nothing compared to our Kingdom, but it is vast nonetheless," Eliseus chimed in. "Although we have regained the control over the capital, we still have to pay attention to the small regions too."

"Do you worry about the second wave of rebellion?" Layland wondered.

"I just don't want another useless deaths. The Dark Elves will officially become our allies when this ends, so killing many of them is essentially the same as harming our military," Eliseus explained.

Eliseus' worry was not unfounded. Knowing that they had lost, the people on Iorael's side had indeed decided to cause a stir just to make them kill more of the Dark Elves.

It was very shocking to think that they could do that to their own kin, but that was just their nature—the reason why they were different from the Light Elves. They could get overly selfish when their pride was hurt, so they would do anything to "restore" it.

"Judging by your tone," Layland glanced at the trembling civilian Dark Elves behind them, "you are not going to join the fight outside. I am sorry, but hunting rats is not my hobby. I am going to head outside, so I will leave this place to you."

Now that the perpetrators of the whole ordeal had died, Layland no longer felt the need to stay inside Lysimork. Although he could still help Haletha and the others look for the remaining Rebel Guardians, he believed they would be able to do it by themselves.

At this point, sneaking away was the only thing those who had taken Iorael's side could do. There weren't many of them that had stayed inside to begin with; their number had also been reduced to a handful after the battle, so they avoided battle at all cost.

Due to that fact, Layland believed that even though the remnants of the rebels ambushed Haletha and the others, they could easily turn the table.

"I prefer joining the others too, but my skill is necessary to end the battle sooner," Eliseus said. "I am good at tracking rats, so I am going to help Haletha find them. Good luck, Layland."

"Good luck to you too. Ah, can I leave this bastard here?" Layland gestured at Iorael's body that was still on his shoulder.

"... Of course," replied Eliseus after blinking her eyes. 'Did he consider bringing it with him to the battlefield?'

Nodding his head, Layland immediately dashed away. His eagerness to cut some heads was visible to those who watched him.

After passing through the doorway of the palace, he saw the Guardians on Haletha's side—Elorand and the others—fighting the Rebel Army in front of the gate.

They were doing a really good job, which was the reason why no one had interrupted the fight Layland and the others had with Iorael.

Passing through the gateway, someone called him, "Layland, where are you going?" It was Arieda, who was riding on Genelos with Vibiane.

Instead of answering, Layland kicked the ground and jumped to the air. He jumped so high, he could land on Genelos' back, who was 300-feet in the air.

Although seeing someone do such a stunt wasn't that impressive for both Vibiane and Arieda, they were still gobsmacked. The reason was that Layland didn't use his Mana or Magic to do that—it was purely his physical strength.

Again, it wasn't that surprising because of the fact that Demons and certain types of Monsters had insane physical strength; however, Layland was still a young Demon. It was unthinkable that he could possess just as much power as the older Demons did.

"I will give you two choices: go with me and die in the battlefield or stay here and hunt down the rats. Choose wisely," Layland said calmly.

"What is with those choices?" Arieda asked in bewilderment.

"If you don't like us, just tell us to screw off—you don't need to take such a roundabout way," Vibiane said wryly.

"I give you choices, because I want you to decide your fate," Layland explained shortly.

Vibiane and Arieda looked at each other in silence for a few seconds before nodding their heads resolutely. They had seen how brutal Layland's fight was, so they concluded it was better to stay away from his fight.

"We will choose—"

"Hold on tight."

Before Vibiane, as the representative, managed to convey the decision she had made with her partner, Arieda, Genelos suddenly dove down under Layland's command.

The two instantly freaked out and let out a panicked shriek, because they didn't have a firm grip on Genelos. Layland didn't even bother to tell Genelos to be a bit slower; he didn't see the two freaking out as a problem.

Whoosh!

When the distance between Genelos and the ground was merely 18-feet, said Wyvern spread his wings and stopped diving down.

Arieda and Vibiane felt their souls had just left their bodies and fell to the ground. Layland, on the contrary, kept standing straight and barely showed a reaction.

"Off you go," Layland said softly.

Without wasting a single second, Vibiane took Arieda with her and jumped off Genelos. They hadn't even reached the ground when they heard the noise the air made as Genelos soared to the sky; when they landed, they could no longer see the two.

The moment arrows decorated the sky Vibiane and Arieda was looking, they were immediately reminded about something: none of the Guardians from the Rebel Army had considered to shoot the Demon and his Wyvern down while they were there.

...

From the west of the eternally dark Amizanima Forest, an elderly Dark Elf with a wrinkled face was running frantically. He was Rohan, one of the Dark Elf Elders, who had barely survived the fight with Velucan.

Blood colored one of his eyes red, meanwhile his clothes were drenched in it. His breath was laboured; one could even see his beating heart from his pulsing chest underneath his clothes.

"Oi, old man, we are not done yet!"

"Get lost, you accursed Monster!"

Rohan was rushing to Lysimork so he could regroup with the rest of the Rebel Army. It was embarrassing, but that was the only way for him to survive the ordeal he was facing.

'The Demon King's Generals really live up to their names. Their individual power is even more absurd than the rumours!'

Being one of the neutral races, the Dark Elves had never clashed with any side. Being an Elder of said race, certainly, made Rohan unaware of the actual power of each of Ilschevar's Generals.

He had thought rumours would remain rumours; but the moment he clashed with Velucan, he was completely astounded. He had always been confident with his power that he had cultivated for millennia, but he immediately lost that confidence at that moment.

Whoosh!

Rohan gritted his teeth after barely dodging a thick log that was thrown at him. It had moved so fast, he wondered if Velucan could even feel its weight.

"We are winning, everyone!"

"Pull your string and let loose your arrows!"

Fortunately for Rohan, his salvation came at the right time. He reached the spot where the Rebel Army was fighting the Demon King's Army just before his feet gave up.

Increasing his speed, Rohan quickly joined the Guardians. He went to the center of the rank, which was the safest spot where he could recuperate.

"So, you have been defeated too, huh, Elder Rohan?"

"Elder Gadriel!"

The moment Rohan heard the voice of his fellow Elder, he jolted in surprise. He turned his eyes to his fellow, and immediately widened them when he saw the state of his fellow.

He had thought he had been done quite badly, but the injuries he had were nothing compared to what Gadriel suffered.

Gadriel had one of his hands cut off and a lot off deep cuts on his body and face. Rohan even found it quite hard to recognize him in such a state.

Beside Gadriel, laid a limbless body of a middle-aged looking female Elf. Even without checking her pulse, one could tell she was already dead just by looking at her barely attached head.

"It is a losing fight, Elder Rohan," Gadriel muttered cynically. "We really made a wrong choice."

"What are you talking about Elder Gadriel? Can't you see our Guardians? All of them are trampling on the Demons!" Rohan retorted heatedly. "I will recover soon, and we will—"

"You don't seem to get it, Elder Rohan." Gadriel shook his head faintly. "We are winning because the senior Demon Warriors are still watching and the Generals haven't joined the fight ... Once they do, it will be over."

Rawr!

Rohan wanted to say Gadriel was talking nonsense; but as soon as he heard Genelos' mighty roar, his expression immediately darkened. As if taking that as a cue, the flow of the battle instantly changed.