When the rich demonic breath poured into Faint Shine's body, Lanmuir suddenly understood the Demon King's previous insistence on moving forward.

Whether it's demonic breath or mana, these energies are naturally flowing in the blood, and although this energy can become more powerful through cultivation, it can't be created out of nothing.

This was also the reason why the elders of the temple had to hand over the responsibility of shooting the demon king to a young man who was only fifteen years old. Talent is a thing that can't be compared.

Annoying, but no way.

And Lanmuir's arrow shot out, not only broke the Demon King's horns, but also plundered his Demon Breath.

It can be said that the faint flare is indeed almost abolished. It was in such a situation that the Demon King chose the latter in resignation and fighting, and in the countless choices that followed, the latter was chosen every time.

Infiltrate the territory of the Great Demon alone and reclaim the Golden Feather Arrow; Flee desperately under the pursuit, and would rather die than look back.

It's all about the moment: arriving at a relatively safe place and incorporating the magic breath from honey into your body. This is the strength to protect oneself and the hope of a comeback.

Lanmuir listened silently to the sound of rain behind him.

In the depths of the cave, the faint demeanor was a little painful. The loss of the right corner had a great impact on him, and it was not appropriate to include the Demon's Breath in a weakened state.

But the heavy rain slowed down the escape, and after the rain stopped, it was very likely that the pursuers of the demon clan would make a comeback. He's already planning for the next tough fight.

The Demon King has a proud soul, Ranmuir thought to himself. If such a demon clan became an enemy of the kingdom, he did not doubt that the scene of corpses in the mouth of the elder would appear.

It's the sixth day.

The elders said he had to return to earth within seven days.

Counting the journey back to the Barrier Cliff from here, he had to make a decision within today - what to do with the little demon king in front of him.

"Demon King."

Lanmuir spoke suddenly. He pondered his tone and asked tentatively, "Do you know 'humans'?"

Twilight opened his eyes: "Human? You don't even know about humans?"

Lanmuir felt his heart beat faster. He is not good at lying, and he can't help but stumble when he speaks: "I...... I've heard of it, and I'm ......"

The demon's breath lingered around him, and the young demon king sneered meaningfully. "Humans......" "That's the most damned thing in the world."

Lanmuir's voice choked.

A chill viciously crept up his back.

"You ......"

"You think humans deserve to die?"

Don't, the Son of God prays quietly in his heart, don't admit it. Don't become an evil devil, you're not.

Nonsense. Faint coughed hoarsely, and he lowered his eyes to the blood-stained honey feather arrow: "This arrow was shot by a human, aren't you curious about my broken horn? My right corner is broken under a human arrow.

Ranmuir's blood was cold.

He stared at the honey feather arrow in Dummy's hand, feeling some invisible part of himself shattering piece by piece. It took many efforts to squeeze out a dry voice.

"Are you...... Because ......" "Humans have hurt you, so they hate the Terrans?"

At this moment, Lanmuir is undoubtedly on the verge of collapse. If Dusk Yao said "yes", he might kneel directly in front of the Demon King and confess everything.

He'll say, I'm the human who shot your corner, I'm sorry, you can kill me, or torture me as much as you want. It's all my sin, don't hate the human race, don't hurt innocent humans.

But Dusk said, "Of course not."

He had finished collecting his demonic breath, so he put away the honey feather arrows and squinted at the little devil: "There is not a single demon who does not think that humans deserve to die, except for fools like you.

"You call me the Demon King, so do you know why the Demon Clan respects the Demon King?"

Ranmuir was in a daze.

“…… Because, the Demon King is very powerful......"

"Wrong, there are also demon kings whose strength is mediocre, and even the powerful demons can't beat them."

"The reason why the demon clan respects the bloodline of the demon king is because ...... The Demon King's Breath is the only force in the abyss that can shake the Gassel Enchantment, and it is the only hope for the Demon Race to go to the world.

As he spoke, he smiled coldly again. But there was no pleasure in his eyes, only suppressed hatred.

"If I survive, sooner or later, I will open the barrier of Gassel, and let the blood of the Race gather into rivers and corpses pile up.

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I made a mistake again, Ranmuir thought to himself.

Just because he saw the good side of the demon king to his people, he thought that the demon king would also be kind to humans.

It was overcast, and a black, oppressive curtain of rain covered the cave.

But he was wrong, Ranmuir thought, and the temple's teachings were correct, even if they were one-sided. For humans, the Demon King is the embodiment of the Devil.

And he even questioned the hadith, questioned more than him

The elders, who had lived for decades or even more than a hundred years, were suspicious for several days. There is no more foolish Son of God than He in the world.

Heavy rain brings cooling. The branches I had picked up were burned, and the small cave became clammy and cold.

Perhaps it was a side effect of forcibly absorbing the demon's breath, and the fever began to fall again. This time Ranmuir did not move, neither hugged him tightly to keep him warm, nor did he use the leaves to bring him rainwater to drink.

Lan Muir did not deny that he had some affection for this tough demon boy. But that little personal emotion, compared to the future of tens of millions of people in the entire kingdom, is like a drop of water and an ocean.

He thought, "I'm going to kill the Demon King."

"Tonight you will keep vigil and you will not be allowed to sleep." Dusk Yao closed his eyes and said, If there is any strange movement, you must wake me up.

Lanmuir gave a perfunctory "um" and huddled in the corner with his knees huddled. He thought again: Is it really only possible to kill? The current Demon King has not harmed even a single human.

…… Why don't you snatch back the honey gold arrow, take away all the demon king's breath, and break your hands and feet and bring it back to the world to raise it? The thought flashed through Lanmuir's mind for a second, and then it was cut off.

How could the Demon King endure such humiliation? Deceived by the most hated enemy, and taken to captivity in the kingdom of the Terrans? Twilight will definitely fight desperately.

If the rebellion succeeds, it is his soft-heartedness that leads to the return of the tiger, and he is sorry for his people; If the rebellion fails, and it will always fail, then for the Demon King...... It's too cruel and desperate.

Let's kill it.

Lanmuir stood up and walked over to the Demon King in the rain.

Faint and tired leaning against the stone wall, wheezing heavy and hot, obviously his hands and feet were cold, but his forehead was full of sweat, and his gray lips were dry and bleeding.

Such repeated attacks seemed to burn his life alive.

I don't know if he heard a voice, or if some beastly instinct made him notice something strange. The Demon King barely opened his eyes through a slit.

He stared at it for a long time, and when he recognized the stupid little devil standing in front of him, he relaxed a little and said hoarsely, "Water." Lanmuir's heart suddenly throbbed with sadness.

He went to fetch some rainwater, hugged Dusk to his knees, and slowly fed him to drink.

Dusk whispered something, and Lanmuir leaned over to hear words like "tomorrow" and "the rain stopped."

The Demon King was still thinking about moving on.

"Why?" Lanmuir gently stroked his cheek and asked in a trembling voice, 

4; The demons hate the human race so much.

Miko waited quietly for a while, not waiting for an answer.

Perhaps this is the answer, they are the most invincible enemies.

Lanmuir put the demon king back on the stone wall, stood up and took two steps back, and remade up his mind.

He drew his dagger.

“…… Long ago. But the Demon King suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were out of focus, and his voice was soft: "In the tribe...... The oldest priest told me......"

"Above our heads, is where humans live." "There is fertile earth, there is no fire vein and no cold winter, and food grows everywhere......"

The dim glow is no longer visible.

The shadow of death gradually hung over the boy's eyes, but another faint light rose from under his eyes, brighter and brighter. As if he was fighting death, he kept his eyes open and kept talking.

"There, even if it's like you...... Weak and stupid guy who can't do anything...... It can also fill your stomach and wear warm clothes. ”

He didn't know that at this moment, the young Divine Son of the Human Race, the future Holy Monarch, was standing in front of him, waving his sharp blade with both hands.

The priest said that the sun was shining and flowers were everywhere. "Sunshine, ahem...... It's the light above our heads......"

"It's actually brighter, brighter than a thousand campfires. When morning comes, it rises from the end of the earth and illuminates the entire abyssal sky white......

Flower...... Flowers are ......

There was a childlike confusion in his dim eyes, and he said dreamily, "Yes...... What is it? ”

Lanmuir gritted his teeth. Tears flowed uncontrollably into his eyes.

His heart suddenly slashed, and he hated the young demon king in front of him, this was the first time that Miko had tasted what hatred was.

He thought desperately: Even if the situation of the demon race is miserable, is it necessary to destroy the happiness of the human race? Is it going to be a river of blood and a mountain of corpses?

Why say that kind of thing, if you don't say it, I'm okay...... It's OK......

Dim shook his head, the confusion in his eyes deepened.

"Ahem, I don't know...... What does it look like to be in a country without hunger and cold...... Like you, I have never been born to see ......

His Adam's apple moved, and his voice was low: "But, the priest said...... We used to belong there. ”

"In the Demon Clan, it's not a Demon yet

Clan time. ”

In the distance, lightning and thunder roared. Lanmuir's face was brightly reflected.

His trembling lips and tear-soaked cheeks were whiter than the short knife he held high.

The beautiful pupils constricted in disbelief, reflecting the appearance of the Demon King.

Dusk was smiling faintly, her scarred body hiding in the shadows. …… The old guy died after saying that, and before he could breathe, he desperately grabbed my hand and glared at me.

He said......"

"O future king...... Please take us home. ”

The thunder was gone, and the sound of rain filled the dark cave again. Time seemed to stand still, there was no sound of speech, no one moved, only the faint sound of gasping.

After a short while, the Demon King suddenly raised his face with difficulty, and said without a trace, "If only I could not die...... You live too...... What do you think?

His voice grew weaker, his eyelids closed, and he lived until I conquered the abyss...... Open the enchantment...... Take all your compatriots with you...... Go...... Room......

"Got to a sunny place...... I'll plant a flower for you to see. ”

Jingling.

The dagger falls to the ground.

Lanmuir's legs were crooked, and he sat down on the ground.

The sound of the rain gradually became quieter, and at some point it finally stopped. The thin light of the cliff moon spilled into the cave from behind him, illuminating the blade.

Lanmuir suddenly got up, and Zhang Huang picked up the short sword in a panic, but tears welled up again.

No, no, Mother God.

He trembled like an animal that was about to freeze to death, and crawled over with tears streaming down his face; He held the short sword in his right hand, and then his weak right hand in his left hand, the tip of the sword in front of the dim neck.

No, God, Mother God, Mother God...... What should I do, what should I do......

The demon boy fell asleep defenselessly, his eyelashes dropping. Through the glimmer of the enchantment circle, Lanmuir saw a little moist mark in the corner of his eye.

Whether it was climbing on the cliff of despair, or dragging the sick body through the endless mountains and forests, Dusk Yao did not cry. But now, Miko saw the tears of the demon king.

Jingling!

The dagger fell to the ground again.

The distant singing voice seemed to come from the depths of memory. From the tower, the chapel, the sanctuary, the back garden...... From every corner of his past fifteen years, it blew like a wild wind.

I am the all-knowing and all-powerful Mother of God, I am bright

Golden Sun; Where there is a soul wandering in iniquity, there is him who rises to shine. In the far north of the snow-capped mountains, beneath the dark abyss...... There are ugly demons and evil demon kings.

O future king, please take us home.

When I get to a sunny place, I'll plant a flower for you to see.

"Ah......h

Lanmuir fell to his knees, shook his head in disbelief and let out a whimper. He bent his spine and tore his hair with his five fingers, his eyes wide open, tears dripping to the ground.

O Mother God, help me.

It is said that God leads the wandering and lost to the right path and gives salvation to the good ones who are sincere.

But there was never a golden sun in the abyss, and the guidance of the Mother Goddess did not come. In front of Ranmuir's kneeling, there were only the cold stone walls of the cave and the tired and sleeping appearance of the down-and-out young demon king.