My Endless Life.

Chapter 634 King’s Landing
Kneeling respectfully before the Demon King, Perum organized his thoughts and said:
"His Majesty……"

But before Pelum could finish speaking, the Demon King said:

"Cooks is dead?"

"You know?"

Perum looked up in astonishment.

The Demon King didn't even open his eyes, but said softly with his eyes closed, "I have a backup of the aura of each and every one of you."

Is that why you learned of Cook's death so quickly?

Perum lowered his head again, a hint of darkness and gravity flashing in his eyes. After hesitating for two seconds, he asked the Demon King again:

"The human race has likely produced an extraordinary powerhouse... that attack on the Holy City..."

"continue."

"Continue...?"

Pelum was stunned: "If a being as powerful as you truly appears among the human race, then we..."

"It doesn't matter," the Demon King said softly. "It doesn't matter how many more demons that can be continuously created die."

"What if we encounter that powerful human..."

"Can't you run away?"

"..."

"Run if you can, surrender if you can't. At this point, nothing else matters."

The Demon King still did not open his eyes.

He didn't even possess the majesty a demon king should have; all he had was an indescribable sense of dejection.

That was a tranquility that meant indifference to everything.

The world was within their grasp, and the Demon King was about to lead the demons to establish their own kingdom, but why... did the Demon King look like this?
Pelum couldn't understand it.

She even felt that if it were the current Demon King, even if she didn't scheme anything and just asked for the Demon King's position, he would give it to her.

But... considering the Demon King's past methods, Perum didn't dare to actually do it.

Therefore, she could only lower her head and respectfully say:

"Yes, my subordinates know."

The Demon King's order was to kill all humans in the world, and now all the remaining humans are crammed into the Holy City.

If the holy city is breached, humanity will be completely wiped out.

That is, provided that the mysterious expert doesn't intervene.

……

holy city.

It was once the center of humanity.

Of course it is still the same now.

However, compared to before, the Holy City is now the undisputed center of humanity.

Because all living humans in the world today may be here.

This is humanity's last line of defense, and it may very well be the final graveyard of human civilization.

"It's over, everything is over."

In the Papal Palace of the Holy City, the Pope, holding his scepter, gathered with a group of fleeing kings, nobles, and the remnants of the hero's party.

The Pope's face showed despair, and his eyes were dull and lifeless.

Apart from him, everyone else had similar expressions, with the same despair and sorrow on their faces.

There was no way to stop them. After all, even the hero and the saintess had died at the hands of the Four Heavenly Kings. How could they, with less than a tenth of the hero and the saintess's strength, possibly resist the demon army?

"It's all Milch's fault! If it weren't for him—!"

In the hero's party, a golden-haired, burly shield warrior, unable to contain his anger, muttered curses under his breath.

Beside the shield warrior, a petite little girl dressed as an assassin, wearing a black mask, spoke up:
"He was left in the capital and is probably dead now."

"My only regret is not killing him with my own hands!!"

The burly shield warrior shouted.

Completely disregarding the presence of Milch's family, the Duke of Lagos's family, nearby.

Even the Duke of Lagos's family, upon hearing the shield warrior's curses, did not react at this moment.

It is true that the honor of the Duke's family must not be compromised, but Milch is an exception.

His actions have exceeded the limits of what the Duke's family can tolerate, attacking heroes and saints... Doesn't he know that his actions could destroy the world?
In fact, in retrospect, his actions have already caused the destruction of the world.

Therefore, the Duke's family hated this unfilial son even more. After all, if it weren't for him, the Duke's family wouldn't have had to move to the Holy City for refuge, let alone be buried with the Holy City!
The duke's family remained silent, trying to remain invisible.

The kingdom's youngest king, after a moment of silence, asked the Pope:

"Your Holiness, is there truly no way to stop the demons now?"

The Pope remained silent, only shaking his head repeatedly.

The assassin from the hero's party asked, "What about the goddess? Both the saintess and the hero were chosen by the goddess, and now that they have both sacrificed themselves, could the goddess be...?"

"We haven't received any divine pronouncements for a very long time."

The Pope interrupted the assassin girl, his voice deep and somber.

These words startled everyone present, and the king immediately pressed for an answer:
"What do you mean by not receiving a divine oracle!? Weren't the saintess and the hero chosen by the goddess?!" "No." The Pope explained, "Since the demon king of that generation was defeated by the hero more than four hundred years ago, the one who chooses the hero... is no longer the goddess, but the magic left behind by the goddess."

"That magic will automatically select suitable people and leave a mark on those who are qualified to become heroes and saintesses... We just need to find that mark."

"This was originally a secret of our church, but now... it doesn't matter anymore."

Silence fell again, and an even greater sense of despair spread through the crowd.

After a while, the assassin's calm voice reached everyone's ears. She asked:

"So, you mean the goddess won't save us at all, is that right?"

"maybe."

"What does 'perhaps' mean?" the assassin asked, puzzled.

The Pope said in a low voice, "The goddess left behind a divine message: if things truly deteriorate to the point of no return, a new god will naturally appear..."

"Where is the new god?"

The king, who had been relatively calm, was now anything but calm, and he questioned loudly.

But at that moment, a soldier from the Holy City ran over, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and shouted:
"Your Majesty! Your Holiness the Pope!! No...it's terrible! Harold...the traitor Harold has returned with Milch!!!"

"What?!" The king roared in fury. "That traitor! How dare he come back! What are you all doing? Didn't I say that if you see him again, kill him without mercy?!"

Harold was a traitor to the kingdom, or more accurately, a villain.

He was once the kingdom's court magician, but was later bewitched by the succubus queen, plotted against the hero and the saintess, and betrayed humanity.

Milch's willingness to attack the hero was not without its own ulterior motives.

Now, he actually dares to come to the Holy City?

Wait… how did he get here? And with Milch in tow??

In his anger, the king realized that the holy city was now heavily guarded and isolated from the outside world, and the teleportation array had been completely sealed off after the last group of people were transferred here.

Logically speaking, unless Harold breaks through the Holy City's defenses and personally attacks, he shouldn't be able to get in at all.

But now that there are no alarms sounding in the Holy City and no monster attacks, how did Harold get in?
Just as the king was thinking this, he heard the soldier say in a panic:
"We...we can't beat them, we simply can't!"

"What a joke! The Sword Saint, second only to the Hero, is stationed outside. How could he possibly let even a traitor escape—"

The king shouted angrily.

But at this moment.

boom! ! !
The outer layer of the hall was smashed open, and a figure crashed heavily in front of everyone, accompanied by the shattered walls.

The figure slid across the ground for a long time due to inertia, and when it finally came to a complete stop, it stopped right in the middle of the crowd, allowing everyone to see what the person looked like.

It was a middle-aged man holding a sword. He had a full beard and long, wild red hair that fell behind him.

The king recognized him the moment he saw him.

The Kingdom's Sword Saint!

As a swordsman whose strength is second only to the hero, he is the pillar of this holy city. With him around, everyone feels much more at ease.

However, now, this pillar of strength in everyone's eyes has been knocked to the ground, and even the precious holy sword in his hand has cracked and is about to shatter!

"Sword...Sword Saint?"

The king stared blankly at the sword saint.

The swordsman, leaning on his sword, struggled to his feet and looked toward the palace entrance.

He said nothing, but his actions spoke volumes.

Enemies are coming from the entrance!

Who is it? Harold?? Impossible. If Harold had that power, why would he serve as a lackey for the demons?

Everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty when they heard footsteps coming from the entrance.

The footsteps were loud, as if they were doing it on purpose for them to hear.

With those footsteps, the figure approached from the entrance, and everyone recognized him—it was Harold, the one who had betrayed humanity!
"Humans! Kneel and worship! Welcome your new god!"

As soon as Harold stood in front of everyone, he spread his hands out in an exaggerated manner, raised his head arrogantly, and his expression was almost exactly the same as when he knelt down to the succubus queen!
Among those present, the mage, the only one in the hero's party who had remained silent throughout, was the first to attack Harold upon seeing him.

The mage was a girl, around twenty years old. Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just been crying, but she acted without hesitation. As soon as she saw Harold, she unleashed a fireball that could shatter the entire palace!
The fact that she could cast a spell without incantation and activate it instantly is enough to prove the talent and potential of this young mage.

If this fireball spell were on the battlefield, and the monsters didn't stop it, it could instantly kill a large number of them!
However, this powerful fireball suddenly went out as it approached Harold, turning into a tiny spark that could be easily extinguished, without causing Harold any harm.

"!"

This scene shocked everyone who knew the mage's strength, and the assassin sensed something was wrong, hiding in the shadows and gathering his strength for his attack.

The shield warrior also stood in front of the mage, looking solemnly at Harold.

Only Harold's expression remained unchanged, still sporting that extremely exaggerated smile.

Then he suddenly turned around, and to everyone's astonishment, he took two steps back and knelt down respectfully, his posture as devout as a fanatical believer.

As he knelt in greeting, another person entered through the door.

“Mil...ch?”

When the king saw the last person to enter, he incredulously read out the person's name.

This is the very man who should have died in the royal city, the current sinner of humanity, the eldest son of the Duke's family.

Milch Rags!

(End of this chapter)