The Warrior of Love

"Oh, Jiang Liu, my Hercules..." Hebe happily snuggled up to Jiang Liu.

Jiang Liu secretly breathed a sigh of relief—

Great, the murderous aura is gone!

Chapter 391: The world is wrong!

It's not me who is wrong, it's the world!

——The Immortal Demon King Els.

The son of the legendary Golden Knight, the heroic king who founded the human empire and once conquered the world: Els Kalman!

He who was hailed as the greatest king has now returned as an immortal demon king, destroying step by step the world he once loved so much.

Is he angry because the country he founded is gradually declining, or was he murdered by a conspiracy during his lifetime and is now reviving to seek revenge?

——The answer is neither.

Although he was doing something that was enough to destroy the world, he had no particular reason.

It was not out of hatred nor ambition, but the reason he came to this point was the result of going with the flow. In fact, he himself was also confused.

If you ask why, it’s because “he” is not the Hero King Els Kalman at all!

He himself has forgotten his real name, but in his previous life he was an ordinary office worker in another world. An ordinary person lived a dull life. Although the nine-to-five life was boring, there was nothing to be dissatisfied with.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will continue to live this ordinary life, and maybe one day in the future he will meet the right woman, get married, have children, and start a family.

However, an accident happened. Because the process was too short, he did not realize what happened, but he vaguely felt that someone pushed him from behind, and he fell off the station platform.

Who is it?

Was it a child's prank? Did he offend someone at work? Was it a former enemy from school? Or was he just unlucky and was targeted by a mentally ill person?

There was no way to know all this. The last thing he saw was the ground crashing towards him at high speed, and the lights flashing in the corner of his eyes...

The first time he "woke up" in a different world, he found himself trapped in an extremely narrow space, dark and cold, but incredibly, he did not feel suffocated.

He began to move around in fear, but he never expected that the power that erupted was so strong that it easily destroyed the dark space that blocked him.

After he came out, he found that he had been locked in a coffin before, and the place he was in was actually an underground palace with strange scenery, a world decorated with crystals.

In the quiet and gentle crystal light, he saw his body and understood why he did not feel suffocated - it was a skeleton.

This horrifying scene caused him to collapse instantly and fall into irrational frenzy.

He had been crazy, regretted, lamented, laughed at himself, and felt desperate...but in the end, he had no choice but to accept himself as he was.

There was no way. After all, no matter how hard I cried, no tears came out. Even if I pretended to cry my heart out, it was just reminding myself of this fact countless times.

Once he accepted this, his mind calmed down incredibly, and he calmed down at an insane speed, as if the emotional part had been cut off from his soul.

As time went by, the more familiar he became with his current body, the more clearly he could perceive the changes in his spiritual level.

I have no fear or pain, I have no aversion to loneliness, I have no feeling for cold, and I can handle nothingness with ease...

To put it in a more vivid way, what was originally a pool of warm water is now sharp ice crystals.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with it. If he were still a human being, he would definitely not be able to integrate into society with such a mental state. But now he was just a skeleton, and he needed absolute calmness to face everything.

No matter where you come to, the first thing you have to do is to survive!

Even though bones don't need oxygen or food...it doesn't seem like there's anything to worry about.

He groped his way out of the underground palace, and after wandering in the picturesque mysterious forest for a while, he inexplicably found the exit and came to the outside world.

After this period of time, he also had a preliminary understanding of who he is now.

Although it looks like just a skeleton, it is incredibly strong (even though it has no muscles), and its texture is so hard that it is more like steel than bone.

In addition, he found that he could walk on the water, understand the language of wild beasts, wield the sword he carried with him at will, and the ring on his finger bones seemed to have a magical effect.

As he was just an ordinary person in his lifetime, it was impossible for him not to be surprised by this. However, perhaps because of this body, the excitement quickly dissipated, leaving only indifference and calmness.

Although I don’t know what level I am in this world, as long as I can defeat those powerful-looking beasts, then at least I’m not at the bottom, right?

With a bit of trepidation, he began to explore the outside world. After wandering for half a month, he walked out of the depths of the dense forest and saw humans for the first time at the edge of the forest!

The inertia of being a human being in his previous life still remained deep in his soul. After being alone for so long, he suddenly saw his "fellow countrymen". He felt "excited" for the first time in a long time, and naturally ran up excitedly -

Then those people began to wail and cry for help, and took out swords and bows and arrows.

The heat quickly subsided, the flickering soul fire was instantly frozen, and the calmness of the undead once again dominated the body.

At this moment, he truly realized that he had become an alien, and his soul had completely merged with his bones.

When the arrows hit his body with a clang sound, the Undead King turned his attention to these humans.

He couldn't remember what happened, but when he came to his senses, he found himself in a pool of blood hell.

The hot pieces of internal organs twitched on the metacarpal bones, and the miserable wailing had not yet dissipated in the ears. Only the burning blood slowly flowed down the throat, which seemed to gradually warm up the cold soul...

It was really interesting. He didn't feel sick at all, nor did he feel physically disgusted. Instead, he felt that this was how it should be.

Since then he discovered that he had a strange disease.

He lost his sense of touch, taste, and the ability to sense hot and cold, and he no longer had any emotions such as happiness, sadness, and regret - they were previously suppressed by the characteristics of the undead, but now they have completely disappeared.

In this case, we would be exactly like the walking dead, and there would be no meaning in continuing to live.

The only treatment method is only effective temporarily, and that is... the cruelty of life!

Only when killing someone will the "will of the dead" be broken, and he can regain his five senses and emotions in a short period of time.

Like a blind man who has regained his sight, he greedily and eagerly demanded flesh and blood, just to experience the feeling of being human again.

The lingering pleasure and guilt intertwined with each other made him unable to stop. He knew it was wrong but he could not stop, and kept cleansing his soul with blood.

Gradually, the number of people he killed exceeded hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands...

At some point, many monsters gathered around him, and he was dubbed the "Demon King" by the world.

In the process, he created a new "personality" for himself, as if he was longing for the concept of "humanity".

Based on his past life memory, he is a cautious, steady, even somewhat timid man, but he can bluff and maintain his dignity when necessary.

However, this is just the shell; the soul within is still the lonely and indifferent King of the Undead.

Now, killing one or two humans could no longer make him feel "touched". Even if he slaughtered hundreds or thousands of them, he would still feel little touched, just like a person who likes to drink gradually finds it increasingly difficult to get drunk.

So, now he needs an unprecedented shock!

For example, destroying all life in this world and turning it into a world of the dead?

If you could witness or even accomplish such a great feat with your own hands, then the emotion would surely touch the depths of your soul and last forever...

The devil knew that this was wrong, and he was also well aware that he had committed an unforgivable sin.

However, if he had not transformed into this kind of body, but instead traveled through time and space to become an ordinary person, things would definitely not have developed this way.

In the final analysis, it is all because of my bad luck that I have to deal with this skeleton. I did not want to reach this point today. I am also a victim - this is how the devil evaluates himself.

"Although killing is wrong, it's not me who is wrong, it's the world!"

However, this is just an excuse after all.

The weight of sin will not be reduced because of excuses. All forgiveness and redemption are based on punishment!

——And that day is not far away.

Chapter 392: The Twin Silver-haired Demons

On a quiet night, the light of the crescent moon cast a veil on the towering walls of the imperial capital, creating a hazy white light that looked exceptionally beautiful.

And under this beautiful night sky, two slender and mysterious figures sat on the edge of the city wall, their calves wrapped in white stockings swinging back and forth outside the wall. Even though the wall was dozens of meters high, they did not show any fear at all.

They...they?

The two had almost identical looks, with silver hair and blue eyes, delicate features and a pretty face. Although they looked only about fourteen or fifteen years old, they had a charm that did not match their age, like a succubus sent by the gods to test mankind, and it seemed as if even their breath carried the color of roses.

The only difference is the hairstyle and clothes.

One of them had waist-length hair that glowed softly silver in the moonlight. It was more delicate and beautiful than any other clothing material in the world. The clothes she wore were more like a princess dress, with the main color being black.

The other person was also wearing black clothes, but it was a neat and handsome small suit. His short hair that reached his ears was close to his face, making him look even cuter as a teenager.

However, although the two are dressed as men and women respectively, it is difficult to determine their gender at first glance, because their beautiful appearance has an attraction that transcends gender. Just like angels in the religious sense, they are full of neutral beauty.

It's strange to say, the two people's postures and movements were so obvious, but the soldiers patrolling back and forth on the city wall ignored them, as if there was no one there.

"Sister, do you feel it?" the young man said in a childish voice.

"That demon... Diego's aura is gone."

"Yes, I felt it too, brother." The girl in the princess dress responded with a smile.

The two people's names for each other are contradictory, but they don't seem to care.

"So what should we do next, brother?"

"Just proceed as planned, even without Diego's cooperation."

"Okay, brother... I'm sure the Demon King will be very happy if I do this!"

"Maybe we'll be rewarded."

"But I don't like games that hurt."

"We can't help it. The Demon King has no interest in playing with our bodies. He will only cut us into pieces. It hurts, but it feels good once you get used to it!"

The boy with short hair hugged her, and a sickly red flush appeared on his plain fair face.

"Are you tired of us lately? You haven't played with us for a long time. I feel so lonely."

"Hehe, brother is always like this. I really can't do anything about you. When this is over, I will play with you."

"You are the one who is more likely to feel lonely, aren't you? Ever since you left the Demon King, you have been playing with yourself every day, right?"

"Ah, this little mouth is really annoying."

The long-haired girl came closer and placed her pink fingertips on the boy's lips.

"How about sewing it up, like your mouth down there? Or plugging it up with some fun toys?"

"Please forgive me, onee-sama."

The boy begged for mercy: "I have to go to work next. I played too much. What if I fail?"

"Maybe you'll be caught by them."

The girl giggled and said, "Then there will be severe torture, which will completely humiliate your body and trample on your spirit... Hehe, that sounds pretty good."

"really……"

The boy also laughed: "I suddenly want to try being caught by the enemy. It will definitely be a novel experience."

"But not yet."

My sister was still smiling, but her voice became more solid and serious.

"We must complete the Demon Lord's mission first."

"The mission... ah, yes, it must be completed. I have to complete it..."

The boy murmured, "If we don't complete it, our existence will be meaningless to the Demon King."

"So do your best tonight, brother."

"I understand, onee-sama."

"The first target is——"

"Brave..."

"No, goddess."

"It seems like the goddess is unkillable, onee-sama."

"But as long as we can get the goddess' blood, it will be fine."

"Blood is—"

"strength……"