I will protect my country, and I will return triumphantly and repay the teacher's teachings with honor!

Late at night, the quiet night is so deep, and the black seems to be eternally peaceful, enveloping the four fields, as if even the heart has settled down, there is no need to worry and fear, and there is no need to feel guilty.

On the battlefield under the blue sky and white clouds, the ground is intertwined with blood and black, the yellow flag flutters in the wind, the knight's armor is shining, he fights bravely, he charges ahead, and he wins with the help of his comrades. Turning back, you are faced with a place of corpses and the conspiracy of the Empire.

The thousand-year covenant, countless sacrifices and lives, the bravery and fearlessness of the warriors, the achievement is nothing but the thousand-year covenant between the nobles and the demon king, because of the need for the demon king's bloodline to multiply, he must get some "food" on the earth, and the nobles use this to exclude dissidents.

There are always some people they don't want who need to "die" on the battlefield, exchange an honor for the disappearance of an enemy, what a good deal, as for those soldiers who die on the battlefield and think they are defending their homeland and country, they are just some ants that can be replaced, one batch is gone, there will be the next batch, they have money, so they don't worry about no one.

Those untouchables are like animals born cheap, in addition to life, they keep giving birth to children, those children, so cheap that they can be exchanged for just one meal, as long as they are handed weapons, they will become the most ordinary soldiers, rushing to the front line of death again and again, and finally the bones are gone.

And death will not be eternal tranquility.

The necromancers would detain their souls and bones, leaving those more terrifying than demons to rush forward again, turning into gray ashes that spread on the feet of every soldier.

What glory is there for such an empire?

At that moment, he was so disappointed, but he didn't know how to change, he told this to his friend, who looked condescendingly at him who was defeated by great disappointment and knelt on the ground, and said with pity: "My friend, you have been bewitched by the demons, have you forgotten your glory......?

The friends who said these words sent him to the judgment seat, and those bishops did not have a good impression of the demons, and hated even more people who betrayed their own interests.

He was tied to a high platform, he cursed his friends in disappointment, angrily exposed their plots, but no one believed him, his comrades, those who were taken advantage of threw stones and torches at him, they hated him, they cursed him, they wanted him to die at the stake as soon as possible.

However, he still didn't die, and no one would have thought that it was the Demon King, the Demon King who had been hit by his magic once and saved him.

"Interesting, evil magician, I look forward to seeing you in action. The Demon King said this, and saved him from being burned at the stake.

He did not disappoint the Demon King, and defected to the Demon King's camp in silence, and in turn fought against his comrades, during which he also rescued several people who also knew part of the truth, and then did not want to vassalize those nobles, and they took refuge in the Demon King together.

But, maybe his heart was still red, he and those people finally teamed up to kill the demon king, the king who seemed to be similar to a god, was actually not that powerful, or something took him too much energy, so that he was killed by them together.

After that, they couldn't resist the thirst for power, and carved up the Demon King's Demon Core, the kind of magic core that used to only appear on the Demon Beast was full of color, and the beautiful purple was so magnificent that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

Then, after the painful change, he knew that he was the real demon clan, or it could be said that he inherited a part of the demon king, became the heir of the demon king without blood, knew some secrets of the demon world, and became a demon lord.

Yes, Demon Lord.

After absorbing the power of the demon core, they are the new demon lords, and their powerful power seems to be innate, able to dominate those demons, and have their own magic......

After being sealed into the demon realm by God, he remembered this word deeply.

A thousand years, how long is it? long enough that he is used to the black and red sky of the demon world, long enough that he can't remember what human pleasure is like when he sits in the castle and is embraced by a succubus, of course he can indulge, of course he can do anything he wanted to do but didn't dare to do, restrain himself from doing it.

Even if he kills the demon world with a river of blood, no one will accuse him of wrongdoing, those monsters will only bow to his feet and listen to his orders in awe.

He really became a demon lord.

Just when he was about to forget everything about humanity, forget everything, an anomaly appeared, all sorts of paradoxical things, reminding him that there were some things he should not forget.

Otera, where he grew up.

It's been a thousand years, and he's finally back.

The former campus is even more brilliant, the former teacher is full of gray hair, the former friends, how many still remember his existence?

For such a long time, many people have died in the past, and they will never see each other.

No, maybe there is another person, a friend who was once a friend, a friend who sent him to the stake with his own hands, and when he was sealed into the demon realm by the gods, that pious friend was finally favored by the gods he believed in, and became a holy angel.

Oh, angel.

"What is it that makes you so casual as a spokesman for the light after betraying me? what gives you such courage to be right, and what makes you put on such a hypocritical face to me, your former friend—yes, God will forgive me, but how can he forgive you, you heinous traitor!"

Anger makes people lose their minds, but it is different for the demon lord, anger will make them more powerful, because the evil thoughts of seven emotions and six desires are already a kind of power that makes people grow rapidly.

"Easton, Lord of Shadows, to this day, do you still think you are right?How many people have been buried in the slaughter you have brought, and are all those people enmity with you?Your extreme heart has lost the distinction between right and wrong, you have indulged in darkness, you have been deceived by evil, and in your eyes, all those who stand before you are wrong, they have betrayed you and buried you with conspiracy, however, it is your own greed and *...... that really bury you."

The face of the angel was still so amiable, one of his wings had been rudely torn off, the other was broken, twisted abnormally, the dripping blood was not golden, it was still so bright red, the same as a human, stained his pure white clothes, however, he did not seem to feel pain, and still stood straight, like a benchmark in the Holy See, measuring all integrity.

The demon lord on the opposite side is also in an extremely embarrassed state, the shadow demon lord, he should have been extremely strong, but under the sun, the holy light seems to be blessed, even if he still can't gain the upper hand, this is of course, these angels, God's lackeys, their power is the divine power granted by God, compared to them, his so-called magic power is still not pure enough.

Perhaps this is also the revenge of the En generals for killing the demon king, even if they have gained great strength, none of them can compete with the gods, and they can't even defeat the angels unscathed.

The thinned force seems to be very strong, but at this moment, in contrast, it still has a disadvantage after all.

"Yes, I'm obsessed with the dark. If he hadn't been sure that what he had seen in the past was the truth, Easton might have been really confused by the other party's words, wondering if his life was a complete tragedy, just because he listened to and believed it.

Indeed, it is because of his bias in listening and believing, how can he trust the angels? These lies only deceive the world!

Who went to the battlefield with him, who bandaged his wounds and said that he would return triumphantly, and who agreed with him to protect the country together and repay the teacher with glory......

"That's why I believe in your friendship. ”

At that time, he thought that his friend was trustworthy, so he confided in him what he knew, and along with those key evidence, he also handed it over to the other party for safekeeping, because the other party said that he was in a bad mental state and needed more rest, so he went to sleep calmly and left his back to the other party.

The betrayal was so sudden that he could not tell what had happened when he woke up at the stake, until the priest read his indictment, until he saw his friend, in the face of those who came to question, stating his "abnormality" in a sad and painful voice.

Yes, the battlefield of the war with the demons is so chaotic, those creatures of the demon world, there are always some strange ways of attacking, their own demonic energy will infect the surrounding creatures after death, and the creatures that are impregnated by the demonic qi will eventually become monsters.

Either lose all your mind, or keep your reason and vote for the camp of the demons.

For those former comrades-in-arms, the best outcome is to burn at the stake, the fire can purify their souls, the fire can wash away their sins, the fire can turn those demonic qi into nothingness, and let their souls return to their true habitat.

Before that day, Easton had always thought so, and he had also followed his friends to deal with many comrades-in-arms who had been infected by demonic energy, with grief and inexplicable feelings, just like his friend's expression now.

At that moment, what really collapsed in the heart, but what was re-established was the deepest hatred.

"Lyle, my friend, my enemy. ”

Easton's severed arm was still bleeding, he closed his eyes, and delivered the final blow with the last of his strength, and in silence, a strange black hand pierced through the angel's chest, clutching the blazing heart, the red beating heart.

The blood of the angel soaked the black hand, like a flame scorching the water, bursts of white smoke came out of the black hand, Easton's face was even paler, the whole person began to shrink, little by little he became a child, he opened his eyes, looked at the angel who had fallen to the ground, he was dead, really dead.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile, without the gloom of the past, without the resentment of the past, he smiled softly, watching the black hand dissolve into the air, watching the heart turn into a red spar, slamming to the ground, smashing on the corpse of the alien, no rebound, like a stone falling into the mire, invisible.

His thoughts stopped, and Easton's body instantly became cold as stone, and at this moment, if someone slit open his heart, he would probably be able to get an incomplete purple spar, which was magnificent and mysterious in color......

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