The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"……Father?"

The unfamiliar words confused Karan; she hadn't thought about this question for many years.

She only briefly considered this question when she was certain that she and the Flame Demon Queen were truly mother and daughter.

What kind of person is qualified to be her man?

However, the answers are often the most uninteresting.

Casually speaking, the Fire Demon Queen gave an answer that left Kalan utterly speechless:

"Yes, your father, a good-looking mixed-race man... a pet that gave me some nice memories."

Oh, I see...

"Haha...hahaha."

He burst into laughter for no apparent reason, finding it utterly ridiculous that he had once harbored even the slightest hope.

He was originally just a pet.

This is ridiculous!

……

Boom boom boom!

"go to hell!"

While using her clones to gather information from Kalan, the Flame Demon Queen continued her slaughter.

She is destroying the souls of the Death Hunters.

Any regenerative ability has its limits; those seemingly immortal abilities are simply those that haven't reached those limits yet.

Since that's the case, then let's just go all the way to that limit.

Moreover, for aberrant demons, their souls are an even bigger problem, collapsing even faster than their bodies!

Through repeated tearing, burning by lava, and crushing, the Death Hunter's body grows stronger with each passing moment.

But just as the Flame Demon Queen had predicted, its soul began to shatter with each reassembly.

"As long as I devour you, I will be able to recover most of my strength!"

As the Death Hunter repeatedly recovered and launched attacks against the Fire Demon Queen, its consciousness indeed began to become chaotic, just as she had predicted.

Everything seemed to be exactly as the Flame Demon Queen had planned, without the slightest deviation.

Soon, it will die completely, becoming nourishment for her recovery.

However, what the Fire Demon Queen didn't expect was that this mutated demon... was somewhat different from the ones she had encountered before.

It was loved by its owner.

Through repeated deaths and rebirths, two worlds appeared before the Death Hunter's eyes.

One is the reality of being constantly torn apart, while in another world, it reappears in the sanctuary.

It knelt before its master's throne just like a well-behaved pet.

Listening to her divine pronouncements.

Chapter 339 He... Descended

Within the sanctuary shrouded in mist, the chanting of the Demon King's name continued to echo.

Seated on her divine throne, she looked down at the boy at her feet, who resembled a pitiful puppy, and asked with a smile:

[Are you already feeling like you can't go on?]

(No! I can still do it!)

【Really?】

(It's too late...)

However, it's no longer possible.

For the newly born Death Hunter, this is indeed its limit.

It cannot kill the Fire Demon Queen, but the reverse is also true.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate in this unknown underground location, continuing their deadly struggle.

(I cannot complete your task...)

Yes, I don't dislike honest children.

Gently stroking the Death Hunter's head, she looked lovingly at the demon who felt ashamed of his powerlessness and asked:

Do you think this is your limit?

(limit……)

With the Death Hunter's current level of intelligence, it's impossible for him to fully understand the meaning of this sentence.

But it knew it couldn't do any more...

(It's no longer possible.)

It hated its own powerlessness; it had accepted its master's task, but it was unable to complete it.

Such a person deserves to be punished.

And death is the best option.

Therefore, the Death Hunter never called for help from beginning to end.

However, its owner gave a completely different, benevolent response.

she says:

It's okay.

Death Hunter: !

!

Looking up in confusion, the Death Hunter met a pair of calm eyes.

It's just one failure; it doesn't really matter.

As she spoke, as if she had thought of something, she asked with a smile:

Why won't you ask for help? Do you think I can't do it?

!

!

Frightened!

At this moment, gentle words terrified the Death Hunter more than the approach of death!

(No no no no!)

(No! No, that's how it is!)

It struggled desperately, trying to explain itself away, insisting that it had never thought that way.

[You haven't thought about it that way? I see.]

She nodded knowingly, then shook her head and asked:

So what are you doing? Are you courting death?

Stroking the boy, who stood there blankly, bewildered, she asked softly:

Since you're willing to die for me, then... why aren't you willing to live for me?

(……May I?)

Having already failed, do I really still have the right to do so?

Can I still fight for my master?

Am I still qualified to serve you?

As if feeling helpless at the death hunter's timid and pitiful appearance, the figure on the throne chuckled and sighed:

[You've really got a knack for acting cute, haven't you? You've made yourself look so pitiful.]

Haha.

【So……】

She shook her head with a smile, her smile gradually fading, and her voice became loud and resonant.

Let us recite it.

Ask me for help.

Gently cupping the boy's cheeks, she whispered:

I will send messengers to rescue you.

After she finished speaking, one of the statues next to the throne shook slightly.

……

……

"And another thing, you want to become the Demon King?"

Inside the castle, seeing the distraught Kalan, the Flame Demon Queen also lost interest.

"A puppet? Even if you become the new queen, so what?"

Their fate is simply to be killed by other demons, who will then devour everything.

Holding the defenseless Kalan by the neck and lifting him up, the Flame Demon Queen looked at her child and said with a voice full of regret:

"It's time to end this."

My daughter.