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Chapter 197, 196: The Death of Shurahart! The Death of the Demon King!

"—You can all die now."

At the same time that the female village chief was deeply moved, Gu Yuan slowly stepped forward inside the barrier, sword in hand.

After several failed attempts to break through the barrier, a demon's eyes flashed with a ferocious glint as he suddenly turned and pounced on the nearest human villager—the elderly female village chief.

He tried to grasp at this last straw.

However, before his fingertips could even touch it, a sharp sword light arrived first.

Swish!

The divine sword pierced his throat, its tip protruding from his eyes, splattering demonic blood, a few drops landing on the face of the female village chief who was standing nearby.

"ah."

The old woman was so frightened that she staggered, but her long-standing resilience as the village leader and her deep-seated hatred for the demons made her suppress her scream.

She took a deep breath, wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve, and immediately shouted, "Back off! Everyone back off! Don't get in the way of the Hero!"

Then, she turned to Gu Yuan, her voice trembling with relief, yet unusually firm: "Hero, please do not let any of the demons here escape!"

"They have committed countless atrocities here; if even one of them escapes, they will be a huge scourge in the future!"

Gu Yuan didn't answer, or even look at her, but simply waved gently.

With a "hum," the divine sword was pulled from the corpse and obediently flew back into his hand.

"You don't need to say it."

His voice was soft, yet it sent chills down the spines of all the demons who heard it.

As Shurahart watched the approaching figure, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He could foresee the future, but at this moment, every future he saw pointed to the same ending: death.

"Wait!" Shurahart suddenly raised his hand. "We can talk! Hero Namenlos, perhaps you should calmly consider the unpredictable consequences that killing us all would bring—"

He tried to buy time by using vague "consequences" and "unpredictability" to pry open any hesitation.

But Gu Yuan didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

Just as Shurahart began to speak, Gu Yuan moved. His speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception, and almost no one present could see his movements clearly.

Based solely on the death illusion brought about by his precognitive abilities, Shurahart instinctively retreated rapidly, while his magical power surged wildly within him, attempting to construct a defense or launch a suicidal attack.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute speed and power, all struggles are in vain.

The sword flashed by, cold, efficient, and without any unnecessary trace.

Gu Yuan's figure intertwined with his like a ghost, his divine sword trembling lightly as if merely brushing away a wisp of disturbing dust.

"Too lazy to speak, not to listen."

Swish.

Shurahat's head flew high into the air, his face frozen in extreme fear and absurd disbelief.

Gu Yuan didn't even glance at the falling head, his gaze sweeping over the demons frozen in fear, as if counting lambs to the slaughter: "So, who should we choose next?"

After witnessing Shurahat's death, the surviving demons' sanity snapped completely.

"Break the barrier! Otherwise, we'll all die!"

A roar came from who-knows-where, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything, and colorful magic was poured onto the barrier without regard for the consequences!

Gu Yuan watched quietly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

This is exactly the result he wanted.

Only by bringing these demons together and giving them a glimmer of hope that "working together can break the barrier" will they fight with all their might and shift their attention away from petty tricks like taking hostages.

He hated surprises, and he hated those rats hiding in the corners.

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Now that the mice have all run to an open area, it's the perfect time to catch them all.

"Crack—Boom!"

Finally, with a crisp cracking sound, the barrier could not withstand the pressure and shattered, turning into countless shimmering specks of light that slowly dissipated.

"Walk!"

The demons' faces instantly lit up with wild joy, and they rushed to use their flight magic, soaring into the seemingly vast and free sky!

However, what awaited them was not a path to survival, but a slaughterhouse opened for them by the hunters.

In the unobstructed sky, every demon's figure was clearly visible, with nowhere to hide.

Gu Yuan's gaze darkened slightly, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

There are no fancy moves, no lengthy chants, only the ultimate efficiency.

With each flash of sword light, a demon inevitably fell from the sky.

"what!"

The piercing screams rose and fell, but they quickly ceased, leaving only the dull thud of flesh hitting the ground.

Within minutes, the once bustling square fell completely silent.

tread.

Gu Yuan landed slowly, and the divine sword automatically returned to its sheath with a soft "click," breaking the deathly silence.

Look around.

All eighty-eight elite demons perished, none escaped.

None of the villagers in the land of swords were injured or killed.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel the stench of blood from his body.

The old village chief was so excited that he wanted to step forward to express his gratitude, but Gu Yuan stopped him by raising his hand.

His gaze passed over the crowd of survivors and landed on the ruins on the other side of the square.

There, a figure covered in blood was struggling to move out, supporting himself against the broken wall.

It's the Demon King!

At this moment, he was in a sorry state, and the horrific indentation in his chest was still shocking to behold.

But those scarlet pupils remained fixed on Gu Yuan, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"You're not dead yet." Gu Yuan narrowed his eyes, his tone revealing little surprise, but inwardly he thought:

As expected of an opponent that required the combined efforts of Simmel's team to defeat in the original story, its vitality is indeed more tenacious than anticipated.

The Demon King did not answer, or rather, he no longer had the energy to waste on useless conversation.

He raised his trembling hand, and dark magic struggled to gather in his palm.

"Ughhhhhh—!"

He let out a hoarse roar, like the howl of a defeated dog, and slammed this blow, which contained his last strength, life and all his unwilling will, toward Gu Yuan!

"Go to hell!"

A torrent of dark magic roared forth! The ground in its path was instantly melted away, leaving behind a deep ravine!

However, when faced with the Demon King's life-or-death attack, Gu Yuan merely raised his hand.

The divine sword was drawn once more, its tip precisely striking the core of that destructive energy.

There was no explosion, no impact; the seemingly unstoppable magic burst like a punctured bubble.

It disappeared into the air with a "poof".

"!"

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The Demon King stared blankly at this mind-blowing scene, the last glimmer of light in his eyes dimming completely.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, unable to hold on any longer, and knelt on the ground, gritting his teeth: "Damn it, this can't be!"

This is an aging magic he has cultivated for hundreds of years; any substance that comes into direct contact with it will disintegrate and perish!

Now, incredibly—!

The Demon King's roar still echoed in the air, but the only response he received was a sword light as fast as lightning!

The blade sliced ​​across the neck, lifting a head filled with absurdity and bewilderment.

In the Demon King's final moments of consciousness, only one simple thought lingered: "————?"

Gu Yuan calmly sheathed his sword, watching the Demon King's corpse slowly fall to the ground, a cold sneer in his heart:

Fool, he has neither the time nor the interest to discuss the possibility with a villain who is about to die.

If a weapon forged by the god of forging could be destroyed by magic of this level, then Hephaestus would be a dead man.

He turned away, not giving the once-powerful corpse another glance, and walked straight toward Celia and Miliald.

Only then did the villagers, who had been holding their breath and frozen in place, finally awaken from their daze.

After a brief silence, the ecstasy of surviving the ordeal and the awe of absolute power erupted like a long-dormant volcano, engulfing the entire square.