What fate is, it's all a lie.

It tells humanity that the evil demons will return to the abyss, and the people who believe in the Mother of God will stay in the spring of happiness; He also told the demons that they could not stop fighting and that they should not avoid death.

It is like a sweet poisonous weed that paralyzes the soul that is supposed to be free, and makes it gladly succumb to the injustice or suffering of the moment.

The wind swept through his ears like the tip of a knife, and Ranmuir thought to himself: he had been tricked once. So never watch someone else get scammed a second time.

Pitch-black flames exploded in front of the array. Splattered limbs and blood were incinerated to ashes by the flames before they could reach humans. There were cries of fear from the tribal alliance, and the demon soldiers scattered and fled.

"Demon King!" They shouted.

"We've been deceived, the Demon King is here!!"

"Nonsense, are you blind, that's not a demon king, it's a human being! No retreat, no retreat!!"

The leader, Hetor, brandished his horsewhip and roared, and slashed several retreating soldiers with his sword, but he still couldn't stop the rout.

Suddenly, smoke and dust rose from the plain, and thousands of armored wildebeest made a terrifying noise on the ground.

"Chief!" The chief of Hetor's guard came on horseback, "We were designed, it's the army of the Demon King!"

"What!" Hitor was shocked and looked around in a panic. At this moment, the army in front of him was in an uproar, the ground cracked, and the flames rose into the sky like dark clouds!

The wildebeest and the white-robed young man broke through the enemy line.

Black Thor's face turned pale, incredulous: "Is that him? The Holy Monarch of the Terrans...... Ranmuir, Brett......!"

Out of nowhere, Lanmuir picked up an iron longsword. The demon weapon was too heavy for him to handle, but it was barely usable. "—Leader Hathor!" He said coldly, "Didn't you swear to kill the humans who erode the abyss?"

"Come, kill me!"

Hetor's face was distorted, beads of sweat on his forehead.

This leader, who commanded one of the largest tribes in the Abyss, and a powerhouse with the blood of the Great Demon, didn't dare to step forward in person—he thought that back then, he had also witnessed the great battle between the Demon King and the Holy Monarch.

He could only curse with hatred: "That traitor in the faint shine actually shared the devil's breath with you!? How dare he!!"

Lanmuir: "Why, don't you dare to come and kill me?" That being the case, give you a chance to live: surrender to my king and swear your eternal loyalty.

"Phew," Hethor commanded his generals, "you

Kill me, this arrogant human!"

The five demon generals shouted and surrounded the humans from different directions.

Lanmuir said contemptuously: "Coward.

By this time, the battlefield was in complete chaos. The army led by Modo and other royal generals interrupted the tribal alliance of Hetor, and the soldiers of the tribe scurried like headless flies.

Lanmuel clenched his sword tightly, and the tip of the blade was blazing with a terrifying beauty that reflected the human face, like a god who had sent down divine punishment.

Wildebeest staggered with wildebeest. In an instant, the tall demon clan rolled down from the saddle with a scream, and the severed horn fell to the ground with a "bang", and was immediately covered by the dust on the battlefield.

Lanmuir indifferently pulled his sword flower, and the tip of the blade pointed at the next attacking enemy.

The ordinary iron sword turned into a faint light in the white palm of a human being, and no demon could be the enemy of this silver-haired young man.

In the blink of an eye, two demons were cut off with two horns, another was pierced through the heart by a sword, and the remaining two were picked off the horse. And Ranmuir barely slowed down the whole time. He squinted at the mighty demon in front of him with slender corners—

He recognized it as the leader who had declared war on the Faint Glow. Solve this demon race, and the war is over.

Hethor was already so frightened that he ran away.

"Leader Hathor," the human voice chased after him from behind, "you still have a chance to surrender."

Hethor ignored it, he had all the fastest and strongest horses to land.

It's just a defeat! Hethor hastily swung his whip at all the soldiers who stood in his way. It's just a defeat, and as long as he escapes from here, he can still ......

When this scene fell into Ranmuir's eyes, those lilac eyes completely condensed. The demons have always been savage and crazy, of course he knows.

But even so, within the same ethnic group, there is always a distinction between the noble and the despicable. In order to grasp the victory, the demon king did not hesitate to use himself as bait, and the leader, in order to escape defeat, swung his sword and slashed at the warrior who shed blood for him.

Ahead, Hethor had become smaller. Ranmuir's expression remained calm. He picked up a longbow from the saddle of the fallen demon and drew an arrow. Then spread out your slender arms and pull the bowstring full.

"Rest in peace." The Holy Monarch whispered.

The next moment, the arrow went off the string like a meteor.

The moment he saw Ranmuir in the midst of the chaos, Dim almost wondered if he really had to die to see such an illusion.

> "My king!"

With a sword in his hand, Lanmuir rode his horse. He anxiously stopped his horse in front of the faint light, and looked the demon king who was almost covered in blood up and down, "I've been looking for you for a long time! How are you ......?"

Dim Flare dumbfounded: "You...... You!"

Ten thousand questions rushed through the Demon King's mind: Why is he here? How did he get here!? Killed all the way? Just kidding, that Ranmuir who is distressed to even pinch a bug to death!?

Also, he can actually manipulate the magic breath in his body...... How endurable this guy is, he didn't show it at all before!

"Hetor is dead, and the rout of the United Horde is only a matter of time." Ranmuir took the reins of the faint wildebeest and whispered, "Let us go, my king."

Faint almost didn't catch his breath, he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood foam, and glared at the human in front of him: "You killed Black Thor!?"

"By chance," said Ranmuir, succinctly, "I was worried that you would not leave with me, so I thought about it and killed you."

After a few words, the surrounding demon soldiers had already surrounded and were repelled by them for two waves, and they didn't dare to approach again for a while.

After being besieged for so long, the injuries of the faint are not light, and there are several tragic external injuries visible to the naked eye alone, fortunately, they are not fatal to the demons.

What's even more sinister is the hidden danger of excessive blood loss and demonic breath, and these are impossible to see the severity at a glance.

"My king can't fight anymore." Lanmuir immediately made a judgment and stretched out his hand, "Please give me the knife."

…… Do you know what you're talking about?" The Demon King looked weird, Ranmuel, you're a slave......

Lanmuir: "Okay, got it, give me the knife.

Dusk:

Tsk, it turns out that this guy also has impatience times.

In such a distracted moment, the dim hand was already empty.

Ranmuel dropped his sword—the iron could not stand the scorching heat of the most pure demonic breath, and there was already some gap—and he took the bronze scimitar in his hand, and said, "My king, get on my horse."

This time the faint was not hard to hold up, his wildebeest was indeed tired, and he himself was really exhausted. Anyway, the sabers are handed over, so what is the co-ride?

The demon king quickly mounted the slave's wildebeest and sat behind the slave.

Lan Muir was still not at ease, and dragged his faint arm around his waist, frowning uneasily: "You won't fall, will you?"

Blur the corners of your mouth

Twitch: "...... I've given you the guts. ”

The process of rushing out is actually much easier. The tribal alliance has been defeated like a mountain, let alone organized a powerful siege, and there are almost no more soldiers who dare to step forward to stop it.

The sound of the wind brings the dawn of victory. After the tense nerves relaxed a little, he stared at the silver hair in Lanmuir's ear in front of him, and couldn't help but be in a trance.

…… In fact, he always knew that Lanmuir was very capable of fighting. I also know that the kindness of the Holy Monarch never means weakness and timidity.

Over the years, when more and more demons have gradually regarded Lan Muir as a obedient slave, only the demon king Ben Mo still remembers the holy monarch back then.

In the dim eye, Lanmuir was like a sword that was willing to be sheathed. He had been waiting for the sword to bloom again

Sky.

Countless nights of sharing a bed, half excited and half jealous, he imagined the appearance of the unsheathed sword pointed at him.

But the Demon King never expected such a situation. He didn't expect that the moment when Lanmuir's edge reappeared in the abyss was actually to protect him behind him.

The enemy who ruined him back then has now come to save him. Come for Him, Stain His Blood.

Ranmuir ...... Ranmuir.

"My king." The humans in front of him suddenly called him.

The dim senses had begun to dull, and they hung their heads and did not respond. Lanmuir grabbed his wrist and shook it: "My king! Wake up!"" Hold on a little longer, and don't fall asleep. I may not be able to make it to the point where I take you back to the camp ......"

Lanmuir's fingers were as cold as ice cubes, and they were almost consumed until the demon king, who had fallen into a semi-coma, suddenly woke up.

What is this person talking about!?

Dizzy subconsciously grabbed it and touched the warm and wet fabric. It was Ranmuir's robe.

"Ranmuir!?"

The bad premonition instantly made his spine tingle, and he violently tore the human face over, and suddenly almost stopped breathing-

Lanmuir's eyes were glazed and his lips were slightly open, and most of his pale jaws were stained red. He didn't know when he started vomiting blood, and the front of his snow-white robe was already soaked.

……——!!

It was dark in front of him, and he only felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest, and he couldn't shout if he wanted to.

He pressed Ranmuir into his arms, grabbed the wildebeest by the reins with the other, and shouted, "What have you done!!"

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34; What the hell are you, Lanmuir, wait, Devil's Breath, Devil's Breath! You can't afford to use your breath, can you!?

Lanmuir just shook his head, and he gripped the Demon King's wrist tightly with his cold fingers, very hard, as if he wanted to infuse some will.

“…… After that," he said with great difficulty, word by word, "my king will not do such things again, shall you?"

"Lord Modo told me that dying in battle is the fate of the demon powerhouse...... But I ...... I don't want you to die like this. ”

"I hope my king will live a long time...... To live for a hundred years, preferably two hundred years. He became very old, so old that he couldn't lift a knife or ride a horse, and he was so old that his hair was gray and his teeth were loose......

…… He was so old that he could only lie in a rocking chair and tell his children, grandchildren and future generations the legendary stories of those years.

Dazzling stared at the human. It was as if his chest had been torn open, and instead of blood, countless unspeakable feelings flowed out of it

Thread.

Those emotions were too hot and too sad for him to face, so he could only say in a hoarse voice: "Don't say it. I understand, Lanmuir, don't say it. ”

Lanmuir sighed lowly, tears faintly in the corners of his eyes: "I...... I hope...... You can die without illness or disaster, without any regrets in your heart, and all the children will come to your bedside to see you off......

"It's even better if it's a good day, you can lie in the sun and be surrounded by the scent of flowers......"

"Say no more!" Dusk roared, "What whimsical nonsense are you talking about! How can the demons in the abyss die well, how can there be any sunshine and floral fragrance-"

"......What if," said Ranmuir's voice, getting quieter and quieter, almost dreamily, "what if there was one later." His vision gradually dimmed, and he couldn't even see his dim face clearly, and he was still saying, "If there is...... Can you promise me. ”

With the last of his strength, he begged: "My king, you must die like this, okay?"

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