Question: How do I kill the Demon King?

Answer: Of course, I blew up the Demon King and the Demon King City.

The corners of Dick's mouth couldn't help but outline an arc, and a rare smile appeared in his eyes as clear as emeralds.

That's right, he blew up the Demon King and the Demon King City together, and exiled him to the endless void between the worlds.

Belch...... It seems a bit of a misappropriation to describe it.

Because the original owner of the Demon King City was not the Demon King, but Ignati - although it was a bit inappropriate for him to say this, but thanks to Amy Ulysses, if he hadn't killed the Dark Traveler who had gone deep into the night and had insight into part of the truth of the world, Obadiah's supreme authority would not have been transferred to him, and he would not have been able to carry out his final plan.

- Detonate Obadiah.

While controlling such a strange thing that can move space at any time would be of considerable help to the Dice House, it would be too insignificant compared to the edict given by the witch Kasu.

Perhaps they spent a full hundred years building the dice house, and they did see the dice house as their child, as the result of their hard work, but ...... The witch Kasu, the supreme one who pulls them out of the abyss of despair, is their sister, their mother, and the god to whom they are willing to entrust their bodies and minds.

If it was her order, even at the expense of everything.

Fortunately, though, it's not a mission that requires sacrificing his life to accomplish it - he launched the transfer before ordering Obadiah to blow himself up, but alas...... After all, there was a little mistake at the last moment.

Well, innocuous little mistakes.

However, the moment the orange flames appeared, the sword-wielders of the Order on the side seemed to have discovered something, and they slashed with their swords without saying anything. The undisguised movement naturally alarmed Wilson not far away, and the intelligence merchant who was very familiar with Obadiah did not hesitate to attack him - in this crisis situation, he could not manipulate this strange born in the crack of the world, and the orange-red flames immediately swelled and swallowed the two people nearby.

Then, in silence, everything vanished.

After a brilliant eruption like the disintegration of a star, Obadiah ushered in its own end.

Even if he had been transferred earlier, the shockwave that was incomprehensible and unimaginable to mortals still interfered with the teleportation, causing the three people who should have been teleported to the same location scattered all over the lower level, and even he didn't know where he was now.

Anyway, it's a certain part of the lower district.

After his gaze wandered around the area, the apostle of the dice house thought.

Although Emperor Michelangelo did do a lot of practical things, this could not fundamentally change the current situation of barrenness and poverty in the lower districts, from the source, the political and economic structure of Hemtica has long been distorted under the encroachment of the deep night, and has become a monster that completely depends on the blood supply of the lower districts and the fog zone - but the most sad and desperate thing is that this deformed social system like a sarcoma has become the guarantee of Hemtika's survival.

As he said when he traveled with Amy and his party to the Ildan Pits:

The world has long since fallen from the roots.

It's hopeless.

There may be many other great people like Ignati who are still campaigning for the survival of the world and civilization, but this is only the last wave of counterattack before the demise, thousands of years ago, when the first generation of ancestors had not yet completely disappeared, the score of the demise of order and civilization was composed, and the fate of all people was inscribed on the stone tablet - all as the proverb written on the title page of Hammurabi:

In the third millennium, the world lost its light.

The world has long lost hope.

Even an apostle as faintly detached as him could not help but feel heavy in his heart when he thought of the cruel future that was not so far away, let alone the mortals who were already struggling and sinking at the bottom of the earth, waiting for their ...... Probably only despair......

Thinking so, Dick suddenly stopped his steps and looked up at the teenagers in front of him.

"This scene...... It's very, very familiar. Looking at the children in front of him, who looked a few years older than him, he couldn't help but have a smile on his face, a smile that was not malicious and very pure, "Thanks to you, I am reminded of a lot of things. ”

Here, there is the slum - the slum where the retinue of the lower districts is visible.

It is also a breeding ground for crime.

Countless children who have lost the shadow of their parents have been trafficked here, some have been taken away by the rats in the sewers and raised into skilled mice, some have been adopted by the dark organizations that parasitize in the shadows like leeches, and trained to be obedient killers, and some have been valued by some "big people" because of their excellent appearance, and have been raised like canaries and become the most pathetic playthings.

Here, the future of all is sealed.

Some of them will be killed for rebellion, but more of them will obey the arrangement of fate and become the person they once least wanted to be.

Perhaps he could not call them human, he preferred to describe them as beasts.

If he hadn't held her outstretched hand at that time, I'm afraid that what awaited him would have been such a fate.

Become a little mouse in the sewer, or become the plaything of those rich and rich women, and live like a walking corpse in this world that is gradually eroded by darkness, numb to live until death.

Therefore, it is an incredible thing for him to be able to get Jiasu's favor, and it is something he will never forget in his life...... Marvel.

"Acquaintance, boy!" The young man, who had a yellow face and thin muscles, and many wounds and bruises left by the beating, was the first to speak, "If you don't want to die, come with us." ”

It's very unthreatening, and it's not even very clear how to pronounce words in some places.

"I'm sorry, but I wouldn't mind playing with you on a regular basis. The beautiful young man with blond hair and blue eyes shook his head, the graceful smile between his eyebrows never dissipated, and it didn't seem to have even the slightest deterrent, "But today, no." ”

"No more nonsense!"

Of course, the teenagers, who have long been as cruel as scavenging vultures, will not let go of this opportunity to "make a fortune" - a little guy with such a good appearance can sell at least a few silver tors from his master!

So, they rushed up.

Then he was hit to the ground without any accidents.

"Really...... Not even the slightest change. He clapped his palms lightly, and his eyes wandered around the fallen teenagers, and the apostle of the dice house let out a soft sigh, "If you don't want to play with you, don't come over, what a disobedient guy." ”

He didn't kill them.

It is not a pity based on likeness, but simply because it is meaningless.

Yes, pointless.

The world had long since broken down from its roots, and it was useless to get rid of the little parasites on it—after the most difficult initial period of the Dice House, he hadn't thought about freeing up his hands to clean up the parasites that had almost killed him into the abyss, and he hadn't done so.

But then the results ...... Prove him wrong, very wrong.

For the lower districts, they are necessary, the necessary evil for the existence of order.

Although the order of the reign of the Dark Guild ...... Well, it's almost the same as nothing, but in the unstable environment of the lower zone, human beings are very fragile creatures in terms of individuals, and their social organization relationships do not have the corresponding ability to resist risks, even if it is a relatively solid family, as long as the man in charge of the family dies due to an accident, the young wife is always unable to resist violence from the outside world, and the children who have not yet grown up often become an unbearable burden.

Whether it is abandoned, or sold, it is not an uncommon option.

This was greatly improved by Michelangelo after he came to power, but it was never solved due to the limited living space and the constraints of productivity—such gray, dirty, and even gloomy areas took on the role of nurseries and orphanages, although their actions had nothing to do with justice and righteousness, and also bred many evils.

But as previously said, they are necessary.

Otherwise, the only thing that awaits those children is death.

He can't make a choice for his children, but in the midst of beatings and endless abuse, they will eventually make their own choice - either gamble their lives against the shackles imposed on them by fate, or assimilate into that deep and dark darkness and become the kind of person they once hated the most.

But either way, it's better than dying without hope.

The beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes turned away from the alley, not even looking at the teenagers lying on the ground.

Because he hates them, the kind of people they are about to become, or are becoming.

From beginning to end, he has never changed, he has always been Dick who glimpsed that ray of light in the darkness, Dick who struggled to survive in the cracks of the lower districts, and Dick, the apostle of the witch Jiasu.

To him, the small, but noble girl of the gods in heaven was the light.

In the third millennium, the world lost its light.

Thinking of this, a gentle smile could not help but appear on the beautiful boy's face, but only a moment later, when he caught a glimpse of the gray mist spreading from not far away, everything came to an abrupt halt.

"It can't be. ”

Until the mist of the Nameless One from the Misty Region completely consumed him, he did not move his steps.

"Ignati—"

"It's impossible to be alive anyway. ”

He stubbornly did not want to admit this fact, however...... The fog of the Nameless that drifted from the Misty Zone was a cold, irrefutable fact.

He...... Failed.

Ignati's plan ultimately succeeded.

The barrier between the lower and the foggy zone has been broken, and countless demons will be like schools of sharks that smell fish

- Swarming!