Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

This crossbow, which looks similar to the Sakota gun, has a stronger destructive power than a sniper gun. As long as the bullet hits it, not to mention ordinary armor, even a steel plate in front of it will be cut in half.

With his position ready and his aim completed, the scout placed his finger on the trigger of the heavy crossbow, timed it precisely, and pulled the trigger resolutely.

At the same time, as if he had rehearsed this combo countless times, Misery, who was maintaining the space spell, clenched his open hands suddenly. The next second, the distortion of space stopped, and instead the fluctuating earth was summoned, stretched out its hands, broke through the floor tiles of the Iron Palace, and firmly locked Tracy's feet and hands.

"boom--!"

The sound of the crossbow arrow being released from the string was just heard at this moment, and the shot alloy arrow had already reached Tracy's chest.

The armored regent showed no fear on his face. The mud and rocks that bound his hands and feet didn't delay him even for a second. He shook his left hand, broke the soil, and raised the sword in his hand to block the arrow that was heading straight for his heart.

"ACE!"

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was heard, and the heavy shield in Ace's hand flew out of his hand, while Tracys's sword also trembled uncontrollably and deviated from its original trajectory.

"Ding!"

Without any obstruction, the crossbow arrow pierced into Tracy's chest without any deviation. The huge impact force finally caused the Sarkaz hero's unmoved steps to move.

He took a step back slightly and dropped his head.

As if it was a signal, the Absolver who was dealing with Logos stopped the white light in his hand that was moistening the soul. Manfred also jumped back and withdrew from the tug-of-war with Ascalon, looking at Theresis with worry in his eyes.

"It hit me."

Scout made the final decision without any doubt.

He had been preparing for this arrow ever since he and Babel retreated from Kazdel in a panic. They had practiced the coordination with Misery and Ace countless times in the training room of Rhodes Island, and had already reached the point where they could grasp the best time without any extra communication.

In order to ensure that they could penetrate the defense of Tracys, who never took off his armor, they even cooperated with Kal'tsit and let mon3tr turn on the defense mode to simulate the defense of Tracys armor.

There is no doubt that the physical strength of the Originium behemoth in its defensive form cannot be weaker than the old armor that Tracys is wearing.

And this arrow of his could even penetrate mon3tr's defense. As long as it hit Theresis' vital point, there would be no possibility of survival!

"Your general has fallen!"

Scout took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement.

But Kal'tsit, who had been paying attention to Tracy, put away her relaxed expression. She narrowed her eyes slightly when she looked at Tracy, and then suddenly widened them. She gave an order in a panic:

"ACE, get back!"

ACE, who was about to go forward to check on Tracy's condition, narrowed his eyes. A huge sense of crisis instantly enveloped him from all directions, wrapping him up in it with almost no blind spots.

He retreated at the fastest speed in his life, and in front of him, Tracys slowly raised his lowered head, his bloodshot eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

"Kal'tsit, you are still the same as before. You haven't changed at all. You are still as arrogant and look down on the Sarkaz as before."

He spoke hoarsely and raised his hand to grasp the arrow embedded in his chest.

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

"But have you ever thought about it? The history of the Sarkaz is as long as your life span!"

"Why do you think I won't make progress?!"

The crossbow arrow was pulled out of the chest with flesh and blood. Through the gap in the armor, Kal'tsit could only see the bloody hole in Tracy's chest, but could not see the beating heart.

The attack hit, but did not break the defense.

Just as Tracy said, he had improved. The speed of his improvement even exceeded Kal'tsit's expectations, and even exceeded mon3tr's defensive state.

This is almost impossible to happen. The growth of Sarkaz is an extremely slow process, especially when the strength reaches a certain stage. Many blood demons can hardly take the step of becoming a prince in their entire lives. Many scavengers gradually forget themselves when absorbing the power and souls of the dead, becoming puppets with extremely strong bodies but lack of thoughts.

But Tracy broke this common sense.

"Dr. Kelsey, there are... a lot of people on him."

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

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

The eternally angry spirits of Tikaz finally found their most suitable host. They chose to fight to the death and gave all their power and consciousness to Tracys!

If Amiya was educated by herself and gradually mastered the power of the Demon King, then Tracys was guided and pushed by the soul of Tikaz, who had equal experience to her, and stood in front of her.

"bring it on."

Tracy raised the sword in his hand again and pointed it at Kal'tsit's head.

"With the next strike, I will take off your head."

PS: School is about to start!

Volume 1: Chapter 326 Theresa

“You have to learn to feel, not manipulate.”

"Remember, no matter who you are, what you are called, or what you own, don't think about manipulating others. The authority of the Demon King will not give you this right. In the final analysis, the Black Crown contains the free will that is least bound."

The voice echoed in Amiya's mind. In the extremely tense battle, the voice seemed so abrupt. Amiya couldn't tell where the voice came from, but she could clearly hear every word in the sound of metal clashing.

The authority of the Demon King? The black crown of the Sarkaz?

Amiya dispersed the black lines that could not be condensed in her hand and 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 and humble smile, and her eyes, which were once full of kindness, were half closed, revealing only three parts of emptiness and lifelessness.

Amiya could sense the strongest emotions from the people around her. Kal'tsit was solemn, Tracy was angry, Scout and Ace were anxious, Logos and Misery were worried. The Absolver was a modified joy, and Manfred was meticulous and firm.

But only Tulesia is like a white spot, so prominent, so special, and so out of place in this colorful canvas that has been dyed with emotions.

It is impossible for a person to be without emotions. Calmness itself is also an emotion. Even if her will is suppressed, Theresa should have emotional changes. Just like when she just walked into this room and saw Theresa and Theresa, she felt compassion and sadness from the look they gave her.

But now, she has become a shell of herself.

"No!" Amiya suddenly realized something, "It was Miss Theresa who took the initiative to turn herself into an empty shell."

Suppressed consciousness is still consciousness. Even if a mountain suppresses a lake, water drops will still flow out from the cracks. Only one situation can break this rule - Theresa 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 brought her revelation in a way she had never heard of before - based on the will of the spirits and the memory flowing in the blood of the Sarkaz, which is the legendary "prophecy".

It is not the kind of prophecy of the Cyclops clan, but the kind described by the patriot Bozhukast, a prophecy that transcends the dimension of time and can be known by every Sarkaz!

"Amiya, what's wrong with you?"

Even though Theresa's attack was extremely fierce, Kal'tsit still noticed what happened to Amiya. She wiped the blood off her body and was ready to be reborn in this battle, but she could not ignore the hope left by Theresa and any accidents.

"Did something happen?"

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

Amiya said in disbelief.

"But, but I'm not a Sarkaz, how could this kind of 'prophecy' appear to me?"

"Because you have Theresa's blood flowing in your body." "Because you are a Chimera."

Two voices sounded at the same time, one was Kal'tsit, and the other was Tracy, who was holding a sword and pressing forward step by step.

"I knew my dear sister wouldn't accept her defeat so willingly. You've already prepared yourself to fight me again, right?"

Theresis looked towards the side of the throne, where Theresa was standing, and the voice of questioning resounded throughout the hall.

But the empty shell named Theresa naturally would not respond.

"In the final stage of the Kazdel Civil War, the ambition and strength of the Military Committee 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 an endless war. So, she had no choice but to choose this path."

Kelsey's voice also sounded at the same time. Tracys almost immediately retorted:

"War will not destroy the Sarkaz, war will only refine them. If the outcome of fighting for survival is destined to be destruction, if the desire to survive can only be obtained through peace and submission, then the Sarkaz would rather perish!"

Kelsey looked at Tracy and her tone returned to calm:

"Remember, no matter who you are, what you are called, or what you own, don't think about manipulating others. The authority of the Demon King will not give you this right. In the final analysis, the Black Crown contains the free will that is least bound."

"Tressis, this is why the crown chose Theresia instead of you. You can't manipulate (represent) all the Sarkaz."

Tracy was not shaken by Kal'tsit's questioning. He straightened his chest and declared his most blasphemous thoughts without question:

"So I'll tear that black crown apart. And tell my sister how wrong she is."

"Then you can try it."

Kal'tsit said, as if she was talking to Tracys, or as if she was answering Amiya's doubts.

"Theresa decided to end the civil war with her own death. From that moment on, she had seen today from the 'bloodline prophecy' that transcended the time dimension."

"So, she injected her blood into Amiya's body. This is both the cause and the effect."

"So I will give you her remains for burial, and I will devote my heart and soul to teaching Amiya, because there will come a day when Theresa's soul merges with the spirits of all the other spirits and becomes a part of the crown, and her uninfected bloodline that remains in the outside world holds the crown of the Demon King, and her soul will resonate and merge."

“At this time…” Kal’tsit took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and looked at Amiya with a moment of struggle in her eyes, but she quickly recovered and solemnly fulfilled her duties, 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 a pair of eyes that were extremely familiar to everyone present, except Manfred.

Ascalon had received her commendation, Kal'tsit had accepted her medal, Logos had stood by her side, Ace, Misery, and Scout had fought for her and killed the enemy in blood.

Even the enemy's Pardoners once obeyed her call and dispatched her. A proud man like Tracys once stood shoulder to shoulder with her, and they were as close as brothers, becoming the symbol of another era of the Sarkaz!

One of the six heroes of Sarkaz, the [Demon King], the only [Your Highness], Theresa's light pink pupils swept across everyone present.

She didn't say a word, but it was already deafening.

PS: I don't think the princess is naive. She is a leader with charm and political skills who is capable of competing with Theresia. If Theresia "committed suicide" according to the mainstream view, I think she must have left a plan behind.

This is my little guess about the plan.

Volume 1: Chapter 327 So the national sword was swung down to protect her people

More than one person has been looking forward to her return, fantasizing about what kind of changes she would bring to the earth if she were still alive.

The Kazdel Military Committee may not occupy Londinium, and Kazdel may have already been built. They will stand in the Hall of Heroes in the center of the city, witnessing their statues standing side by side with the heroes of all ages, and witnessing the Sarkaz enter a new era.

But when she really returned, people suddenly became quiet again, with guilt, grief and regret on their faces, as if her return was something that should not have happened, a mistake that no one was willing to accept.

Their eyes met in the air. Looking at the pair of light pink eyes, Tracy's anger suddenly calmed down. Just like countless times before, Tracy calmed his inner fluctuations. He asked seriously:

"How long can you hold out?"

The Sarkaz spirits were not kind old men, and Theresa's teasing and exploitation would undoubtedly anger them. From the moment Theresa temporarily revived with the help of the blood hidden in Amiya's body, the spirits had already begun to fight back.

They would assimilate Theresa's spirit, draw her soul into their blood, and finally dissolve it into pure energy. And this counterattack would not take too long, it all depended on how strong Theresa's spirit was.

Theresa's eyes flashed with a hint of nostalgia. She looked back at everyone present, as if she wanted to imprint everyone's appearance firmly in her heart. Finally, she turned her head and raised her hand. Black threads spread out from the diamond symbol rising behind her, and gathered in front of her, turning into pure white water, and finally condensed into a long sword with spiral patterns.

She replied softly, "Not for long. But I have lit the fire."

"that's enough."

Theresis did not speak, but responded with a slash of scarlet sword energy. Theresia also raised her sword, the spiral rapier in her hand like a conductor's baton, she pointed it in the air, and the lines formed a barrier in front of her.

Tracys' sword energy shattered the first barrier with great force, broke through the second with the remaining strength, and barely penetrated the third, but it gradually dissipated in front of the fourth, fifth, and sixth barriers that rose up, and turned into star-like points of light in the air.

This is an undoubted gap in strength.

It's not that Tracy is weaker than Theresa. His progress over the years has even surpassed Kal'tsit's expectations, making her carefully prepared series of killing moves pale in comparison to his absolute strength. But at this moment, there is a difference in level between him and Theresa.

One has reached the limit of his individual strength with his own power, while the other has the power of the Sarkaz tribe behind him.

The power of the demon king is unfair.

Tracy suddenly realized the true meaning of this sentence.

Just like Casimir's jockey knights and the legendary Pegasus knights, Victoria's soldiers and the steam knights in the story, Sargon's desert mercenaries and the legendary army of immortals - the existence of the Demon King is itself the end point that the Sarkaz can reach, it is [integration]. As a part of this integration, he is destined to be no match for Theresa in terms of military strength.

"Tsk!"

Clicking his lips in disdain, he took a step forward and rushed straight towards Theresa.

Even though the gap is there, he has to fight.

Just like the Sarkaz today are so weak compared to Victoria, but he still took the risk to occupy the capital of the empire. He is not a military god who never takes risks in his life, but a gambler who vowed to break all rules and common sense.

In response, Theresa also raised her sword and faced Theresis.

Kal'tsit did not move, Logos and Ascalon did not stop her, and the Absolver and Manfred also remained silent. It was obvious that, just like the Shapeshifters and the Scavenger King standing on the city wall, they were all waiting for the two leaders to decide the fate of the Sarkaz under the "fairest" situation.

Except for one person.

"boom!"

A huge explosion resounded beneath my feet. The entire Iron Palace seemed to be blown up into the sky in an instant. The precious brick and stone floor and the precious jewels and paintings were shattered into pieces, flying into the sky and smashing to pieces on the ground. Thick smoke and dust rose up, like the smoke of war left behind. This building, which had stood in Victoria for a thousand years, encountered its greatest test in an instant. The shaking like a landslide was beyond the expectations of almost everyone, and also attracted the attention of everyone who could hear the loud noise.