The Chiyan City Lord closed his eyes tightly, and slowly opened them again, his eyes were blazing, and he already had a choice in his heart.

"God has already agreed, as long as I am willing to give up my life and let the Chiyan family submit to God, I can retain the bloodline of the Chiyan family. ”

Lei Ze pursed his lips, he was obviously disappointed that he couldn't kill all the Red Yan people:

Yes, this is the greatest forgiveness God can give you. From now on, you will submit to the gods and the rule of the Thunder Family......! Successful and defeated, the lord of Chiyan City. The history of the mainland will be rewritten!"

The warriors standing beside the city lord clenched their fists, and they said unwillingly:

"Lord Castle, do we have to compromise with this traitor!"

The Red Flame City Lord drank to stop them:

"Have you forgotten Ah Ling's instructions before leaving!"

The people around him stopped talking and lowered their heads.

The city lord of Chiyan was not broken, he glanced at the vast desert and the dark and desolate land in the distance, and his voice choked:

"Our mission is to protect the caries of the gods, even if we endure humiliation, we have to wait until the Demon King wakes up again...... I swear, there will always be one of the Chiyan family, and they will recover this land!"

In the evening, the Red Flame City Lord was sent to the execution platform. Razor kicked him in the back of his knee, knocking him to his knees and pinning his shoulder to the guillotine.

Razor himself wielded a sword, and was able to kill the king who once stood on the throne of the Red Gold Empire, and a blessing that bordered on madness rose in his heart

The Chiyan people below silently wiped their tears. The crowd moved out of the way, and a lady walked to the front of the crowd with her son who had just completed the moon in her arms.

Her long hair was elegantly tied up on top of her head, her shabby linen robe could not hide her dignified demeanor, and her skin was a healthy swarthy in the midst of work and rush. She was barefoot, and the wind blew the strands of hair on her forehead.

"Madame, you ...... This is not the place where you should be, our child is still here, what are you bringing him here for? Get out of here and go back to the camp!"

The Red Flame City Lord was anxious. But when he saw the infant child, he couldn't help but shed tears on his resolute face.

The lady of the city lord shook her head, firmly and calmly:

"As a woman, I can't use magic, and I can't fight with the army. But I am also a member of the Chiyan family, and I will witness this moment with my people. Your son and I will remember with our eyes what happened today, and then tell our descendants all this, so that they will remember it forever. ”

The tribesmen burst into tears. The Chiyan City Lord lowered his head in silence, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

Razor waved the long knife in his hand high and cut off his head, splashing bright red on the ground, and the setting sun was like blood.

Since then, this huge battle of the demon gods has come to an end. The Thunder Family gradually grew stronger, while Chiyan gradually declined.

Razor compiled the Book of Ancient and Modern Books according to the will of the gods. The history of the "Demon King" has also been rewritten.

Some of the Chiyan people stayed around the Doomsday Volcano to guard the border, and the other part moved to the Central Continent.

On the edge of the original battlefield, they built a statue of the "true god" in memory of this god. A magic academy and a new town were built around the statue.

It's just that with the passage of time, thousands of years later, people in later generations no longer know who the god on this statue is......

Waking up from this long nightmare, on the battlefield, Black Feather felt as if he had been asleep for a thousand years.

Suspended in the dark airflow, he slowly opened his eyes, and the sound of swords, guns, swords, and halberds colliding in his ears was exactly the same as the battlefield five thousand years ago.

As the memory awoke, a voice called in the bottom of my heart:

"Five thousand years ago, we didn't succeed. After 5,000 years, we must succeed in ......"

This voice, familiar and gentle, was Ah Ling's words.

Gently moving his stiff body, he stretched the wings behind him, and his body suddenly stood upright from lying on his back and hanging in the air. This is the core of the Demon King's transformation, and his body is filled with streams of black mist that evaporates upward.

Looking in front of him, the bronzed-skinned Dark Elves gathered. Among them, Ling Xiao Tears was preoccupied with Zheng of the formation

Dark Elf King Ling Xi, and all the clansmen, concentrated the mana into her body, and the purple-gold ghost light flickered frequently on the soles of Jiurao's feet in the center.

On the left, there are the Holy City Guards led by Rin Ao, the teachers of the Magic Academy, and the Snow Giant Clan, and on the right, the clansmen of the Chiyan Family. Yifeng, who had six magic wings, fell gloomily, and a fiery red fox lay in front of him.

Behind him, an army of demons suppressed by black pressure let out a deafening roar. Ahead...... Outside of a misty line of sight, I vaguely saw the Divine Dragon Clan, the Light Elf Clan, and the remnants of the Thunder Family......

Raising his eyes, in the sky, many winged demons densely spread out defensive formations, and the six-winged god attacked again, and a gradually bright white light cluster between his fingers continued to expand.

"What's going on?......"

He quickly recalled, images passing through his mind.

"In the first life, I was a god in the realm, and I was forced to come to the human realm and take charge of the tree of life...... Later, I became a Demon King, lived in Demon King City, and led the people of Dongtu......

"In this life, I am a student of the Holy City Magic Academy, born in the human world, but I have the power of the demon race, and I was adopted as a righteous son by the Lord of Chiyan City. ”

I understood why my memories didn't come back at the beginning of my power awakening. Because the memories of my two lives span too long a long time, it is very difficult to sort them out.

"The Demon King is awake!"

I don't know who shouted, and the eyes of the warriors looked at him in unison.

Demon King, this title, after a thousand years, heard it again, and it was so emotional.

Ling Xiao cried tears of joy:

"Black Feather, you idiot, you're finally awake!"

Black Feather retracted the Demon King Transformation behind him and landed in mid-air.

His eyes swept over the battlefield again, staying on every Rao's face, and there was a heavy mission blessing in his heart

Seeing the Demon King wake up, the expression on his face became even more distorted, and he did not hesitate to gather his strength and prepare to launch a second attack.

Hei Yu didn't go directly to Ling Xiao Tears, but slowly walked to Yi Feng's side first.

On Yi Feng's body, the black blood stains were almost dry, and a strand of black hair floating down his sideburns stuck to the blood-stained shoulder. The wings behind him were dimly shiny, like a frozen statue, and only the black magic robes hunted in the wind.

Black Feather stared at Yi Feng, feeling for the first time that this figure was no longer so far away.