Almost the next second after the figure was pushed out of the barrier, the spatial confinement closed again.

Faint fell to her knees in the snow.

There was nothing but the wind and snow in front of him, and there was no Ranmuir left, only a bronze scimitar and a broken corner.

Faint stretched out his scarred arm and gripped the blood-stained corner, a part of himself that had been.

Did he make the right choice?

Lanmuir returned to the world alone, can he live?

He didn't know either. He didn't even get a good last look at Ranmuir, leaving only a blood-stained and tearful face in his memory.

"My King!!"

Behind him came the shouts of his vassals. Dusk turned his head and saw Tianpo and the other demons coming in a panic.

At this moment, a loud thunderous sound of daylight reverberated throughout the Gassel Abyss at the zenith.

The circle was shattered. At last, the light ceased to be a crevice, and the sun poured down like a torrent, washing away the barren earth, blessing every rock and every dwarf tree.

The monsters, accustomed to the darkness, were startled by the bright light, and their roars rose and fell in the mountains of Frosthorn; The birds cried off the branches, flapping their wings and flying higher and higher.

The little demons, who had never seen the day before, were so frightened that they cried and tried their best to drill into their parents' arms. The old people shouted the names of their deceased relatives and knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces.

"It's dawn......"

"The sun! The sun is hot! ”

The demons cried and laughed, laughed and cried. Countless pairs of rough scales and claws were held high, and they felt the heat of the sun with their palms.

"The wind is blowing!" Another voice exclaimed, "Miasma! The miasma began to rise......"

The day dawned, and the wind rose.

The wind is getting stronger.

The miasma that had taken root in the abyss for two hundred years gradually turned into a rising storm.

In the exclamation of the demons, this air flow even rolled up the snow, forming a shocking and magnificent spectacle-

Countless snowflakes rise from the earth to the sky.

It is as if thousands of dead souls wandering here, rushing to the sky that connects to their homeland.

On the enchantment cliff, the demons of the royal court all rushed over, and they each stretched out their own demon breath, protecting the dim with both horns in the middle.

And the demon king knelt there, calmly looking up in the direction where the snowflakes were flying.

The wind ruffled his hair. The two stumps disappear from time to time, the edges glowing beautifully golden brown in the bright sunlight.

He silently recited: ...... Grandpa, are you home too?

Gradually, the wind stopped and so did the snow.

The sky is blue in color, and the cirrus clouds float high like cotton wool, open and magnificent, and it is a scenery that the demons have never seen before.

"My King!!"

Tianpo pressed his shoulders sadly, his eyes red: "Your horn...... Your corner ......"

She didn't know what was going on, but she seemed to have guessed everything.

"What are you crying about?" Dusk patted Tianpo on the shoulder. He stretched his brows and said hoarsely, "It's time to succeed to the throne, young king." ”

"No!" Tianpo shouted, "There will always be one demon king in the royal court. She fell to her knees and tearfully kissed the burning crack on the faint scales.

Modo and Assain also knelt down, and the demon warriors behind them

The soldiers knelt down one after another. They all cut their scales with their claws and wiped blood on their foreheads.

"My King'!!"

They roared like war drums, "My king!! ”

“……”

Dim Yao was silent for a while, and scolded with a smile: "A group of fools, only seven years, have they all been taken into fools by your Lord Lanmuir?" Where in the abyss is there a king who has lost his magic breath......"

As he spoke, he looked up at the blue sky and white clouds.

"Lord Ranmuir......" Modo was looking around, his face anxious, as if he wanted to ask but did not dare to ask.

"Don't look for it." "The sun god of the abyss has returned home, and we will not see him again." ”

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When Lanmuir woke up on the cliff of enchantment, a butterfly flew away from the tip of his nose.

The sun is very bright in early winter, and it is very comfortable to roast warmly.

There is a light layer of snow on the cliffs, and in many places there is still grass and scattered wildflowers.

He woke up on earth.

Lanmuir blinked slowly, not knowing how long he had been asleep.

The memory of the crisp sound in the wind and snow, he cut off the left corner of the dim with his own hands, and then he didn't know anything.

The Saint Monarch struggled to roll over half of his body, looking up at the sky.

A corner of the blue sky was dyed golden, and the black miasma was being eaten away little by little.

He knew that it was seven years ago that he had sheltered the cities, and each of them had raised a spell to purify the miasma.

When the miasma turned into a black cloud hit, all the citizens stopped what they were doing, craned their necks, and were tormented by the fear of the coming end. The guards shouted not to panic as they ran, but they were too shaky to draw their swords.

But then, they saw a vast golden light, and the mana formed a solid barrier between the cities, like stars connected into constellations.

Is it the Mother of God who has appeared?

But it was clearly a spell left by His Majesty the Holy Monarch......

On the cliff of the barrier, Lanmuir looked at the sky from afar, imagining the appearance of each city, and occasionally a fishy hot stream would spring up in his throat, and he would turn his head and spit out the blood.

The breeze blew the silver gray hair, and he gradually felt very tired and sleepy. Underneath him was the fragrance of the earth, and before he knew it, he fell asleep with his eyes closed.

A voice said to him in a lullaby-like tone: It's all over, your road of atonement has finally come to an end, sleep, sleep.

No, Ranmuir whispered, I still have to learn to "want to live".

When I woke up again, the sky was already blue.

All the miasma dissipated and disappeared.

Lanmuir was in a trance for a long time, as if waking up from a nightmare that had lasted for years.

It was foggy in front of him, and he tried it, and felt as if he could stand up again. So he leaned on to the trees growing along the way, and walked forward step by step.

In a blur of consciousness, Lanmuir failed to notice the abnormality of his body.

He didn't notice that there was a pair of graceful horns on the top of his head, and a newborn scaly tail hung down behind him.

There is a watchtower near the Barrier Cliff, and soldiers are stationed on the watchtower.

Seven years ago, there was also a priest who guarded the Gathol Barrier. Since the fall of the Temple of Brett, guarding has become an ordinary military affair.

When the miasma hit, hundreds of soldiers closed their eyes and waited for death. But the purification spell also favored here, and the soldiers were stunned and pinched their suicide notes and pens, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After the golden light dissipated, at the end of the horizon, a demon figure appeared.

From a distance, this demon has handsome horns, sharp scale claws, and a thick scale tail. Half of its body was stained with blood, its long silver-gray hair was scattered behind it, and it was surrounded by a terrifying demonic breath, like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell.

“…… The Demon King, it's the Demon King! ”

A middle-aged soldier staggered in fear and hit his back against a brick wall.

He tore open his throat and yelled, "Alert, alert!!" Gathol's barrier was opened—it was the Demon King!! ”

Another soldier grabbed him: "Calm down, Abel! It doesn't look right, and there's a person on the other side......"

"Man, do you call that thing human!?" The middle-aged soldier shouted, "Okay, I know, you believe it!" ”

"If you want me to see, you are all crazy, and you have all believed that kind of nonsense in just a few years. As I said earlier, His Majesty Aiden must have been deceived by the demons! I also found such a group of people who were possessed by demons, and said that human beings would become demons all day long, who had seen it with their own eyes? Where is the evidence!? ”

Abel shouted scolding, suddenly grabbed his bow and arrows, and rushed up to the tower.

"Hey, Abel

Don't mess around! ”

"Demon, stop!!" Able tore open his throat and shouted down.

"If we get closer, we'll let go of the arrow!!"

", it didn't respond! Look, is this called human!? ”

"Abel, calm down, calm down." Colleagues held down the excited soldier one after another. They knew that Abel, a poor man whose ancestors were heroic soldiers against demons, and who were proud of it, could accept the cruel reality that demons were of the same origin as humans?

Four years have passed, and it has been four years since His Majesty Aiden personally pronounced the verdict for the crimes committed by the temple and the king two hundred years ago. At first, the kingdom was in chaos, and there were not a few people like Abel who collapsed.

"See the fuck!" Abel roared angrily, and he was dragged backwards, "Look, look at that horrible breath! It can kill us all in an instant! ”

"I don't care what the demons used to be, they're demons now! Have you forgotten how many Terrans the demons have killed? His Majesty the Holy Monarch is still suffering in the abyss, life and death are unknown, have you forgotten it! ”

At the end of the roar, the air suddenly fell silent.

It's like touching a taboo.

The faces of all the soldiers turned iron-blue.

"Stop arguing!" Fortunately, the captain rushed at this time, "General Gnard and the Protector Knights have arrived!" ”

I saw that on the ground behind me, a tide of black spots appeared. Soon it turned into fluttering flags, and running war horses. That's the cavalry of the kingdom of men.

A horse galloped to the general's side, and the summoned soldier saluted:

"General! His Majesty Aiden is already on his way, and he will immediately arrive at the Barrier Cliff, please receive the general! ”

"Hmm." Gennard nodded heavily. Seven years have passed, and the general, who was defeated by the Demon King, has gray hair on his sideburns and wrinkles on his forehead.

"Does Your Majesty have any orders?"

"Your Majesty said, try to avoid conflict, if there is communication

Be sure to ask,"

The messenger's voice suddenly trembled indistinctly, "...... News from His Majesty the Holy Monarch. ”

"Understood."

General Gunard closed his eyes—

It turned out to be seven years, he thought.

After His Majesty Aiden succeeded to the throne, he was not called a holy king, but a king. His Majesty Lanmuir became the last saint and son of God in this kingdom, and also became a scar that the entire kingdom could not look at.

There has been no news for seven years, and life and death are uncertain. It is almost certain that at the end of the war of the demon invasion, the Holy Monarch exchanged himself for countless Terran captives and followed the Demon King down the abyss.

It is said that the Holy Monarch defended a city with all his might, and all he received was the revitalization and hatred of his people.

It is said that the Holy Monarch went into hell on his own initiative, taking with him only his scarred body.

It is also said that before leaving, the Holy King knelt in front of the burned temple for three days, and read the confession for three days and nights until he fainted in the cold rain, which was the last impression of the gentle monarch of his homeland, and there could never be a more ridiculous and cruel story in the world.

In what mood did the Holy Monarch leave his hometown? What was his fate after entering the abyss? Are you still alive now, and if so, what kind of tragedy will it be?

- People don't dare to think about it, and they don't dare to think about it.

If you can get news from His Majesty the Holy Monarch this time......

In the blink of an eye, General Gnard's steed came to the foot of the watchtower, and he also saw the terrifying demon king covered in demonic breath.

"Don't act rashly!" The old general raised his arm and ordered.

He squinted, always feeling that this demon clan was a little weird.

It didn't move much, just stood in front of the watchtower and looked up, wondering if it was because of the threatening soldiers with bows and arrows above.

It looked very weak, as if it couldn't stand, and its body seemed to be much thinner than the demon in his impression, and it didn't look like a demon king.

Gnad shouted two words at the other side, still unresponsive. The general's cold sweat fell, and in the face of such a strange and terrifying creature, his heart seemed to be squeezed by the coercion.

Gnad slowly drew his saber and drove his horse closer.

"Demon King!" He shouted, "If you have anything to say, our Majesty will listen to you!" ”

The demons seemed to finally notice him, slowly, slowly...... Turn your face a little.

Suddenly, Gnard felt like he had been hit hard in the chest.

The old general didn't even dare to breathe, and opened his mouth wide in a daze—he saw that the strange demon king had a pair of beautiful violet eyes.

Knock, knock, knock......

For a moment, Gnard was dizzy, and could only hear the sound of his own heart beating wildly.

He fanned his lips and hissed in his throat, but he didn't dare to shout out that title because the speculation in his heart was too shocking.

Gnad stiffly rolled off the saddle, his knees trembling, step by step, approaching the increasingly familiar figure.

Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......

What I see is a resentful soul, or a hallucination in a dream? His Majesty the Holy Monarch...... Your Majesty, is that you?

Suddenly, the "Demon King" trembled slightly, and seemed to finally barely recognize the comer.

He staggered two steps forward, a little happy smile in his eyes, and stretched out his hand—

Even though it's not human anymore

Rather, the hands of the kind, but the sharp claws covered in scales, brought up a fiery breath.

Gnader finally cried out, "Your Majesty......"

But a ray of cold light swept across the old general's cheeks.

Gnard's face changed suddenly, as if he had seen something more terrifying than death.

He roared, his face contorted, and the whole person pounced forward, all the while desperately stretching out his fingers to block the cold light.

Thump.

General Gunard fell to the ground.

Five fingers froze in the air, and he failed to catch the arrow that had been shot from the watchtower.

……

Standing at the foot of the watchtower, Ranmuir was actually agonizing over how to get the soldiers above to let him in.

He actually felt like he was dying, but he wanted to live, at least until next spring, to see his royal city, and then to see the newly planted flowers that were faintly planted on the Barrier Cliff.

So, what to say.

How can we repent so that our former deceived people can accept us again?

When Gnaard came to him, Lanmuir saw some hope.

Maybe it's not hope, it's just the joy of reuniting with old people.

Anyway, he tried to take a step forward, and as he reached out, he suddenly noticed the terrifying breath on his fingertips. He struggled to gather the energy and make himself harmless.

But a cold light flashed in front of him.

Lanmuir felt a rush hit his heart.

Hurt.

The Holy Monarch looked down blankly and saw the shaft of the arrow that sank deep into his left chest.

He leaned back slowly, his eyes glazed off, his body as light as a fallen leaf.

The sky that I hadn't seen in seven years was exceptionally blue, and the slowly flowing white clouds were still as soft as I remembered.

…… Alas, how could this be.

Lanmuir stared at the blue sky and white clouds a little sadly.

However, turn your head and think about it, was the same with the little demon king back then?

When full of expectations for the future, an abrupt and cruel arrow was ushered in.

The original inhabitants of Gasuo, the soldiers and mages who were tricked into it, the innocents who died in the war between the two clans...... Is that the case?

Thinking about it this way, Lanmuir felt that although he regretted his ending, he was not very wronged.

The Holy Monarch fell between the cliffs, an arrow stuck in his heart, and a little red oozed quietly.

The winter wind blows through with the brilliant sun. All the sorrows of two hundred years seem to have sunk into this smudged red!