Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

This crossbow, which looks very similar to the Sarkaz rifle, has a much stronger destructive power than a sniper rifle. Once the bullet hits, it can cut through anything, not just ordinary armor, but even a steel plate in front of it.

With his position and aim in place, Scout placed his finger on the trigger of the heavy crossbow, timed it perfectly, and pulled it decisively.

At the same time, as if she had rehearsed this combo countless times, Misery, who was maintaining the spatial spell, suddenly clenched her outstretched hands. The next second, the distortion of space stopped, and in its place, the undulating earth was summoned, reaching out its own hands, breaking through the floor tiles of the Iron Palace, and firmly locking Theresis's feet and hands.

"boom--!"

The sound of the crossbow bolt being released rang out at this moment, and the alloy arrow that was fired had already reached Theresis's chest.

The regent, clad in armor, showed no fear. The mud and rocks binding his hands and feet didn't even have time to delay him for a second. With a flick of his left hand, he broke through the earthen seal, raised his longsword, and was about to block the arrow that was heading straight for his heart.

"ACE!"

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, Ace's heavy shield flew out of his hand, and Theresis's longsword trembled uncontrollably, deviating from its original trajectory.

"Ding!"

With no obstruction, the crossbow bolt pierced Theresis's chest without the slightest deviation, and the enormous impact finally caused the Sarkaz hero, who had been standing firm, to shift his stance.

He took a small step back and lowered his head.

As if it were a signal, the absolutist who was dealing with Logos stopped the soul-soothing white light in his hand, and Manfred also jumped back, withdrawing from the tug-of-war with Ascalon, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at Theresis.

"It hit me."

Scout asserted definitively.

He had been preparing for this arrow ever since he and Babel's hasty retreat from Kazdel. His coordination with Misery and Ace had been practiced countless times in Rhodes Island's training room, reaching a point where they could seize the perfect moment without any further communication.

To ensure they could penetrate Theresis's defenses, which she never removed, they even collaborated with Kal'tsit to activate mon3tr's defense mode, simulating Theresis's armor.

Without a doubt, the Originium Beast's physical strength in its defensive form could not be weaker than the old armor worn by Theresis.

His arrow could even penetrate the defenses of a mon3tr. If it hit Theresis's vital points, there would be no chance of survival!

"Your general has fallen!"

Scout took a deep breath, his chest heaving with excitement.

But Kal'tsit, who had been keeping a close eye on Theresis, abandoned her recently relaxed expression. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Theresis, then widened abruptly, and she gave a somewhat flustered order:

"ACE, step back!"

Just as ACE was about to step forward to check on Theresis's condition, his eyes narrowed. A tremendous sense of crisis instantly enveloped him from all sides, covering him almost without any blind spots.

He retreated at the fastest speed he had ever seen, and in front of him, Therese slowly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes filled with icy killing intent.

"Kal'tsit, you're still the same as before, unchanged. Just as arrogant, just as contemptuous of the Sarkaz."

He spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, raising his hand to grasp the arrow embedded in his chest.

"Does your long lifespan and ridiculous immortality give you such confidence?"

"But have you ever considered that the history of the Sarkaz is as long as your lifespan?"

"What makes you think I can't improve?!"

The crossbow bolt, along with flesh and blood, was forcibly pulled from Theresis's chest. Through the gaping hole in her armor, Kal'tsit could only see the bloody hole in Theresis's chest, but not the heart that was now beating.

The attack hit, but it didn't break through the defense.

Just as Theresis said, he has improved. The speed of his improvement even exceeded Kal'tsit's expectations, surpassing even mon3tr in his defensive state.

This is almost impossible. The growth of a Sarkaz is an incredibly slow process, especially when their strength reaches a certain level. Many Blood Demons never manage to take the step of becoming a Prince in their entire lives, and many Carrion Eaters gradually forget themselves while absorbing the power and souls of the dead, becoming puppets with incredibly strong bodies but lacking in thought.

But Theresis defied this common sense.

“Dr. Kal'tsit, he has... many people on him.”

Amiya's voice rang in her ears, instantly resolving the doubts in Kal'tsit's mind.

The spirits of Tikkaz. They not only hovered over Theresa, suppressing her self-awareness, but also weighed down on Theresis.

The eternally wrathful spirits of Ticaz have finally found their most suitable host. They chose to fight to the death, entrusting their power and consciousness to Theresis!

If Amiya was educated by herself and gradually mastered the power of the Demon King, then Theresis was guided and propelled by the soul of Ticaz, whose experience was comparable to hers, and stood before her.

"bring it on."

Theresis raised her sword again, pointing it at Kal'tsit's head.

"With my next strike, I will rip your head off."

P.S.: School is about to start!

Volume 1: Chapter 326 Theresa

"You need to learn to feel, not to manipulate."

"Remember, no matter who you are, what you are called, or what you possess, never think of manipulating others. The Demon King's authority will not give you that right. In the end, the Black Crown contains precisely the most unrestrained free will."

The voice echoed in Amiya's mind, sounding so abrupt amidst the intense battle. Amiya couldn't discern the source of the voice, yet she could clearly hear every word within it amidst the clanging of metal.

The Demon King's Authority? The Black Crown of Sarkaz?

Dispersing the black lines in her hand that couldn't be solidified, Amiya looked at Theresa not far away.

She was like a Buddha statue standing there, neither happy nor angry, neither humble nor arrogant, just maintaining a faint, humble smile. Her eyes, which were once full of love, were half-closed, revealing only a three-tenths of emptiness and lifelessness.

Amiya could sense the strongest emotions emanating from those around her: Kal'tsit was solemn, Theresis was angry, Scout and Ace were anxious, Logos and Misery were worried. The Exorcist's joy was veiled, while Manfred's was meticulous steadfastness.

But uniquely, Lacia stood out like a white spot in a canvas stained with the vibrant colors of emotions—so prominent, so special, so out of place.

It's impossible for a person to be without emotions; even calmness is an emotion. Even if her will was suppressed, Theresa should still experience emotional changes. Just like when she first entered the room and saw Theresa and Theresa, she sensed pity and sorrow in their gazes.

But now, she has become an empty shell.

"No!" Amiya suddenly realized something. "Miss Theresa deliberately turned herself into an empty shell."

Suppressed consciousness is still consciousness. Even if mountains suppress water, water droplets will still flow out from the cracks. There is only one situation that can break this rule—Theresia actively merges with the Sarkaz spirits that suppress her.

Even gods cannot suppress themselves. In this way, Theresa bypassed the firewall set up by the Sarkaz spirits and sent her a revelation in a way she had never heard of before—memories flowing in the Sarkaz bloodline based on the will of the spirits, which is the legendary "prophecy".

It's not the kind of prophecy of the Cyclops race, but the kind of prophecy described by Patriot Bozogast, which transcends the dimension of time and can be known by every Sarkaz!

Amiya, what's wrong?

Even as Theresis's offensive became increasingly fierce, Kal'tsit noticed the change in Amiya's condition. She wiped the blood from her clothes, prepared to be reborn in this battle, but she couldn't ignore the possibility of anything going wrong with the hope Theresis had left behind.

"Did something happen?"

"Dr. Kal'tsit, Miss Theresa is speaking to me! She voluntarily merged with the Sarkaz spirits, bypassing the suppression, and is speaking to me!"

Amiya said incredulously,

"But, but I'm not a Sarkaz, so why is this kind of 'prophecy' happening to me?"

"Because there is Theresa's blood in your veins." "Because you are a chimera."

Two voices rang out simultaneously. One was Kal'tsit, and the other was Theresis, who was holding a sharp sword and pressing forward step by step.

"I knew my dear sister wouldn't accept defeat so easily. You were all prepared to fight me again, weren't you?"

Therese looked toward the side of the throne, where Theresa stood, and her questioning voice echoed throughout the hall.

But the empty shell named Theresa naturally didn't respond.

"In the final stages of the Kazdel Civil War, the Military Council's ambitions and power had become too inflated. Theresa judged that if the civil war continued, it would only lead to the destruction of the entire Sarkaz nation in endless war. Therefore, she had no choice but to choose this path."

Kal'tsit's voice rang out at the same time. Theresis retorted almost immediately:

"War will not destroy the Sarkaz; war will only temper them. If the fight for survival is destined to end in destruction, if the desire to live can only be obtained through peace and submission, then the Sarkaz would rather perish!"

Kal'tsit gazed at Theresis, her tone returning to its calm:

"Remember, no matter who you are, what you are called, or what you possess, never think of manipulating others. The Demon King's authority will not give you that right. In the end, the Black Crown contains precisely the most unrestrained free will."

“Theresis, that’s why the crown chose Theresa instead of you. You can’t manipulate (represent) all the Sarkaz.”

Theresis remained unmoved by Kal'tsit's questioning; he straightened his back and declared his most blasphemous thoughts in an unquestionable manner:

"So I will tear that black crown apart. I will tell my sister how terribly wrong she was."

"Then why don't you give it a try?"

Kal'tsit spoke, as if addressing Theresis, yet also as if answering Amiya's question.

"Theresia decided to end the civil war with her own death, and from that moment on, she had already seen today through the 'bloodline prophecy' that transcends the dimension of time."

"So she injected her own blood into Amiya's body, which was both cause and effect."

"Therefore I will entrust her remains to you for burial, and I will devote myself to teaching Amiya, because one day, when Theresa's soul merges with the spirits and becomes a part attached to the crown, and her uncorrupted bloodline remains in the outside world and holds the Demon King's crown, her soul will resonate and merge."

“At this moment…” Kal'tsit took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and a momentary struggle flashed in her eyes as she looked at Amiya, but she quickly regained her composure, solemnly fulfilling her duty and declaring, “The Demon King will return!”

The young demon king closed his eyes at some point, and when he opened them again, his originally light blue pupils had changed.

Those were eyes that everyone present, except Manfred, was extremely familiar with.

Ascalon received her commendation, Kal'tsit was awarded her medal, Logos stood by her side, and Ace, Misery, and Scout fought for her, shedding blood in battle.

Even the pardoners of the enemy once obeyed her call and command. As proud as Theresis was, she once stood shoulder to shoulder with her, like brothers, becoming a symbol of another era of Sarkaz!

One of the six heroes of Sarkaz, the Demon King, and the only Princess Theresa, her pale pink eyes swept over everyone present.

She didn't utter a word, yet her voice was deafening.