I have to say that the brave man came just right, Edward, who had no strength, was hit by the brave man, and it is estimated that even the brave man did not expect that he would encounter such a good thing.

At this time, the brave man suddenly moved.

"Humph......"

I don't know where I heard an arrogant snort, the voice sounded soft and clear, and the lovely Dehua didn't have time to reminisce, now, he had to find a way to dodge this sword!.

The brave man's movements were clean and neat, without any mud and water, and he couldn't tell that he had already been injured.

Charge, swing the sword, slash, the action is in one go, flawless, if it weren't for the fear of fraud and didn't use all his strength, I'm afraid the brave sword would have killed Edward.

Although he was able to dodge the first blow, Edward was not so lucky. The brave man punched Edward in the stomach with a backhand.

The brave man was taken aback, it didn't understand why the demon king was so weak.

He watched dumbfounded as Edward flew upside down like a kite off the string, slamming into the wall and gradually losing its movement.

The brave man quickly came to his senses, he knew that Edward was just playing dead, how could the dignified demon king be killed by a punch?, so he roughly pulled Edward out of the wall and raised the holy sword in his hand.

"Demon King, confess your guilt!"

The swiftly falling sword vows to cut off Edward's head.

However, at this time, the voice of the brave kept hovering in Edward's mind. The voice was familiar, and Edward suddenly remembered something.

Brave, he is ...... No, she's ......

Edward raised his arms violently!

Burst!

In an instant, blood flowed, and Edward literally blocked the sword with his own arm!

With the unmistakable hit of this headbeat, the brave man's helmet instantly split in half and fell to the ground with a thud, and the broken armor was overwhelmed and scattered to the ground.

But what awaited Edward was not victory, but a scorching sword around his neck.

"Senseless struggle!"

The girl who suddenly appeared in front of Edward's eyes pronounced his death sentence in an irrefutable tone.

Edward looked at the girl's face in a daze, and he finally remembered.

"Amilia, long time no see......"

Shattered memories come flooding back to mind.

The weak girl who hides in the sturdy armor, the girl who moves forward bravely even if she is covered in wounds, the beautiful girl who is always covered in blood and dirt but still chic and handsome, the brave - Emilia.

It wasn't the first time he had fought the Brave, and he remembered the Brave's face.

Amelia.

When the girl heard the name, she froze in place, her ruby eyes suddenly lost their brilliance, and she looked at Edward in disbelief, as if frightened by Edward's words.

"You...... Hmph!"

Shaken for a moment, the girl did not flinch because of this. The holy sword erupted with a scorching light, leaving an afterimage in the air. Whether it's Edward's memory adventure or the Demon King's journey to domination, everything will be burned by the Holy Sword and become the dust of history.

Edward never believed that there was a battle in the world that was bound to be lost.

Even if the difference in strength is huge.

If there is a road to tomorrow, Edward will not choose to give up.

What's more, Edward has found that way!

That is, surrender!

That's right, if you surrender voluntarily, you will definitely not lose!

"I surrender!"

Edward uttered those three words as quickly as he could.

"What?"

The holy sword rested firmly next to Edward's neck, and it was just a little bit, Edward's necked head, ahhhhhhhhhhhh

He is worthy of being a brave man, and he has wonderful sword control ability.

"I surrender. Edward repeated his words, "I am willing to surrender." ”

"You ......"

"What are you, hold your sword tightly, don't accidentally scratch my ......"

"Hmph!" Emilia seemed to be very angry, she gritted her teeth fiercely, and her hand holding the sword trembled.

"I know that you will never kill an enemy who surrenders. Am I right, a brave man who abides by the way of chivalry?"

“......”

Emilia didn't bother to answer, obviously not believing Edward's nonsense, she swung her sword again, as if regretting her wavering, this time the light of the holy sword was even more dazzling and unstoppable.

The Demon King would surrender to the Brave, I've never heard of such a thing.

"Wait, wait, trust me!"

Edward shouted.

The sword came to a halt again, and Edward even felt the burning sensation of the sword on his skin. Superb sword control ability, almost as accurate as rehearsal.

Edward wondered if the guy was trying to scare himself.

"I don't believe it!"

Although he said so, the shaking arms exposed the girl's inner struggle.

"I swear in the name of the Demon King! I am willing to surrender, and there is no lie!" Edward straightened his messy bangs, trying to give a sincere look, even though he looked like he hadn't woken up.

Emilia didn't speak, she held the sword against Edward's throat with one hand, and wiped the blood from her face with the other.

A bloody brave, she is a stubborn and beautiful girl.

"I ......"

Edward wanted to say something more, but his eyes went black and he fell limply.

In the last moments of losing consciousness, he saw his stomach complete a wonderful depression under the action of a small fist, and he also saw the girl's complicated face.

"It's miserable, but I didn't lose......"

The comical battle of the century between the Demon King and the Brave ended with Edward collapsing to the ground.

That's all Edward had to do. Being taken prisoner does not necessarily mean a crushing defeat. The brave man with the captives could not continue to march further south, and there was no way to continue to conquer the territory of the demons, and the journey of the brave ended here.

In a sense, Edward did protect his people, and in a way that was unheard of......

Surrender.

The most tragic demon king in history is none other than Edward.

No one will understand the king's helplessness, this is a journey destined for loneliness.

Edward had a dream, and the scene in the dream was so beautiful and warm that he had a sense of happiness that it didn't matter even if he slept like this for the rest of his life, but he didn't have time to recall the details of the dream, and he was rudely woken up by the brave.

"How long are you going to sleep?"

"It's already morning, huh......"

Before you know it, it's already the next morning.

With the girl's order, a heart-piercing pain instantly pierced Edward's stomach. He was awakened by the pain and was unable to make a sound, and moaning as a kind of conditioning had lost its usefulness. Edward didn't know what Emilia had just done to him, and he just wanted to make sure if a hole had been made in his stomach now.

The answer, of course, is no.

Edward's severed arms had healed at some point, and no wounds could be found on his stomach. It's only been a day, it's really a terrible recovery, and if you look at it this way, not to mention that he has been punched in the stomach, even if he really gets a hole, I'm afraid he can grow it back.

Who made him the Demon King?

In this way, the Demon King was captured by the brave.

Trying to find the Tears of the Goddess to regain his strength seems to have become an unattainable thing for Edward now. Before he could set off, the adventure of the Demon King was ruthlessly drawn to an end.

The day after the amnesia.

The Demon King's Castle was razed to the ground, and Edward was captured by the Brave.

So.

The Demon King's Blood Story was really wrong......

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"Cowardly fellow, without a little backbone, what a piece of rubbish, surrendered!"

The girl, as cold as the night, stood quietly in the distance, unable to find any emotion on her spotless face. It was as if she had been standing there all along, never leaving.

"Demon King......

She silently watched the brave man's every swing of his sword, and at the same time, she also observed Edward's every move. The wind ruffled the hem of her black and white skirt, and she clenched the dagger in her hand several times, and released it several times. The cold sweat that broke out from her palm made it impossible for her to hold the dagger comfortably, but she was unwilling to let it go like this.

"Lord Demon, what about your powers, why don't you tell the ......?"

The chirping of the cicadas in summer gradually drowns out all sounds.

Perhaps Edward's adventure has just begun.

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