Akur ignored Ananyata, and he shoved a black pill into Qianling's mouth.

He whispered, "Strong and kind girl, I hope you can live......"

Ananyata dragged her weak body hard, and slowly crawled to Qianling's side, her hand gently flapping Akur's huge wings.

"You ...... Demonic ......"

Instead of getting angry, Akur closed his eyes, and he was chanting an unknown incantation.

Akur opened his eyes, his hands pointing heavily forward.

At this time, a flickering gate, constantly circling and converging, Akur's hand, two golden rays of light converged, and slowly sent Ananya Tower and Qianling, who were seriously injured and fell to the ground, into the gate.

As soon as Qianling and Ananyata entered the gate, the door began to slowly disappear.

The top of Akur was dyed blood-red, and a swirling vortex stretched out a large bright red hand from it, grabbing Akur fiercely.

Akur closed his eyes and whispered, "Girl, I believe...... You have the power to change the world...... Stay alive. ”

The vortex disappeared, and Akur disappeared with it.

The blood-colored vortex connected the palace of the ruler of the lands.

Akur knelt in the middle of the palace, and the demon on the throne slowly broke free from his chains and came to Akur.

He gently lifted Akur's head, "What about your fears?" Why are you not as fearful as you used to be? ”

"I believe...... Your reign ...... Eventually, it will fall apart. ”

Unlike before, Akur's eyes were full of hatred, and he stared at the eyes of this so-called supreme demon.

"Oh...... Is it? So let's wait and see...... At least until then, though, you ...... I can't see it. ”

The king of the lands, the creator and ruler of this space, his brutality is not only the face of the humans he enslaves, but even his own kindred.

Akur's mind still resounded with the murder of his brother by the tyrannical king in front of him.

"Brother......

At that time, he was still young, but he watched his brother be escorted to the throne, and the tyrannical king sat on the golden throne in the sky, watching it all coldly.

He didn't think about his brother's birth and death for him.

The cold broadsword slashed straight at Akur's brother's head, and the young Akur screamed and screamed at his brother in a feeble voice.

Two powerful demon soldiers stopped young Akur and forbade him to close his eyes.

As the machete fell, blood splattered, and the familiar and friendly head slowly rolled down and rolled in front of Akur.

The two demons next to him also let go of poor Akur, who quickly picked up his head and shouted with a cry: "Brother, brother, wake up!" ”

In this way, Akur's non-stop crying, with a crying voice, was directly drowned out by the sound of sobbing.

In the cold execution ground, everyone has left, only Akur is still with him, his brother he loves and respects.

From early morning to dusk, from warm to cold, until that day, he knew that everything was over.

Akur buried his brother's body in a peaceful place outside the country, where there was no life, only yellow sand and dry bones.

Ekur's friends say it's a place where everything is buried, but Akur thinks it's a place more beautiful than heaven.

He laid his brother to rest here, the thick stone tablet stained with the blood of his resentment.

The encroachment of demons on human beings, as well as the encroachment of demons and humans by tyrants, finally made him understand that this world is a world of the jungle, and the tears of the weak cannot change anything.

Akur's body inherited his family's love of fighting, and as a result, his strength grew by leaps and bounds.

He kept practicing, kept getting stronger, and finally, he came to the place of the man he hated.

Young Akur half-knelt in the cold palace, and the tyrant on high said in a tone that belonged to a king: "Congratulations, great satanic witness, valiant warrior, you will take up the great profession of administrator." ”

Akur's big blood-stained hands clenched tightly, how many days and nights he wanted to take revenge on this tyrant, and how many nightmares were awakened by the coldness of this tyrant.

But now, the enemy who has a deep blood feud with him is standing in front of him, but he can't do it.

He was afraid, but it was also true, he really couldn't fight this monster that had survived for tens of millions of years, this monster with the power of a superior demon.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said the three words "I will".

Back to the present.

Long chains grew out of Tirmasya's body, and he stabbed Aikur fiercely.

Akur knew that he was going to die, and he saw hope in the brave girl, and the brave, fearless girl seemed to infect him.

Compared with the fear of the past, he now remembers the hatred of the past more deeply.

Akur's fists that had clenched on the top of the hall had not struck his enemies, and now he would make amends.

"Tyrant, do you think I'm going to let you do whatever you want?"

Akur chanted a spell from the ancients, and a circular current of air enveloped him, breaking free of the chains that had come to attack.

"Dare to say that your emperor, it seems that you really don't want to live! I'm going to tear your soul to pieces. ”

Tirmasya had a powerful aura condensed on her body, and a dark gray blade stretched out and slashed through Akur's defenses.

Akur looked at the blade in amazement, and used all of his strength to fend off the incoming attack.

It wasn't just Akur who was surprised, but all the demons present, all of whom were shocked by the weapon.

However, all these defenses, under the attack of this strange divine weapon, seemed insignificant, and Akur was cut off with one of his wings cut off.

Blood gushed out, and Akur shouted, "You're ...... Use it? ”

Tirmasya gently flicked the blood off the blade and smiled, "So what...... As long as it's strong enough...... No one can restrain me. ”

The divine weapons in Tirmasya's hands are all the blood shadows of one of the ten ancient divine weapons feared by the demons, and they are the sharp weapons to kill the demons.

Akur was weak but resolute, he resisted the pain of breaking his wings, and slowly stood up, "You are not afraid, one day...... You will die under this weapon. ”

"Dead? It's a funny joke, and when I pick it up, I don't have the consciousness to be alive. ”