Fighting you is like being in jail.

He lay motionless on the ground, completely lifeless.

The black chains locked everyone's hearts, and no matter how much they resisted, they couldn't touch them. At the same time, a sense of loss arose in everyone.

It's the loss of lifespan...

"Frilian!" Simmel stared in horror at Frilian, only to find her already kneeling weakly, gasping for breath.

"do not want!"

Simmel took a nervous step, but her body swayed and she fell straight to the ground.

Poof!

"How could this be!?"

He belatedly widened his eyes, and at the same time as he fell, he heard the sounds of Philon and Shutark hitting the ground.

A sudden feeling of powerless despair arose...

Why...no! This is normal, isn't it?

How could a demon king like that die so easily? This is the true demon king, who even in death tears off a piece of his enemy's flesh.

Compared to that, the Demon King of the Demon Race is completely inferior...

"I can't... not even if it means death..."

He struggled to crawl toward Frillian, his arms trembling, his heart pounding, filled with helpless despair.

But in the end, even if he had to die, he wanted to die by Frillie's side...

"Fulillian..."

Slowly crawling, using all its strength to grip the ground and pull its body forward, it moved forward little by little.

Oh no... my vision is starting to blur...

There's still such a long way to go...

Fleury...

His breathing grew weaker and weaker, and his mouth tasted of dust, but his blue eyes, which he looked at Frilian, gleamed with resolve.

That's the resolve to die for it.

Filon, lying on the ground, stared blankly at the weak and listless Shutark beside him, seemingly lost in thought.

“Philan…I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything…” came the weak voice of Shutark, full of self-blame.

Upon hearing this, Philon's fingers trembled, and finally, she smiled helplessly, "You made it in time, didn't you?"

"I can not be reconciled……"

"It's okay, I'm here."

"Phiren..."

“…”

But Philon's voice disappeared.

“…”

Shutark's voice also disappeared.

Who knew that at this very moment!

Om-!

A pink magic bloomed in the room, and everyone felt a jolt of energy, and the feeling of loss disappeared!

As his strength gradually returned, he stared wide-eyed in surprise and confusion, straining to look at the source of the magic.

Then, Madoka Kaname, kneeling on the black earth with her body shattered, began to glow, and a warm and reassuring pink magic enveloped everyone.

Crackling sounds...

The black chains on everyone's chests seemed to have detached from their skin and scattered, replaced by pink chains that linked everyone together.

Warm, bright, and reassuring.

Madoka Kaname's gentle, smiling voice rang out.

"Don't cry, everyone."

"I will save everyone; my power is the best antidote to the curse."

“I will make up for the lifespan you lost... but I can only divide everyone’s lifespan equally. But that’s okay, so that no one will go on alone.”

"Everyone... catch my last bit of magic..."

Click!

The cracks on Madoka Kaname's body could not be stopped at this moment, like broken glass being crushed and shattered under pressure.

"Xiaoyuan!!"

Philon stared wide-eyed at Madoka Kaname's shattered body, then struggled to her feet and dragged her exhausted body toward her.

"I'm sorry... Xiaoyan, Lengchang, Boqi, Iori, Kazuma, and Bucciarati and Shizuka... I'm late, you must have been waiting for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Kaname Madoka looked up in the direction of the voice. Her golden eyes had lost their luster, but she didn't care. She smiled foolishly at Philon and said:

"Philan, could you please take me to Leng Chang's side?"

“Xiao Yuan…” Philon bit her lip, suppressing her grief, tears streaming down her face. Then she nodded firmly, “I’ll take you there right away…”

She struggled to pick up Madoka Kaname, but her heart skipped a beat the moment she held her in her arms.

So light!

Looking through the torn skin, she discovered that Madoka Kaname's body was empty inside.

Her purple pupils contracted, widened dramatically, and then slowly filled with sorrow. She bit her lip, causing countless wrinkles to appear, but she showed nothing, remaining silent as she carried Madoka Kaname to Leng Chang's body.

"Xiaoyuan, we've arrived."

"Thank you. Could you put me next to him?" Kaname Madoka smiled gently.

"Um……"

Philon bit her lip and responded, gently placing her next to Leng Chang.

Lying next to Leng Chang, Kaname Madoka reached out and stroked Leng Chang's cheek, and her golden eyes, which had lost their luster, regained a glimmer of light.

Then she slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face with a bittersweet smile.

"That's good... I've protected everyone."

"Let's go... Leng Chang."

Click!

As soon as she finished speaking, Madoka Kaname's body shattered into pieces, her supporting hand disintegrating and disappearing, swept up by the wind like flower petals, soaring into the sky. At the same time, Leng Chang's corpse also turned into white fragments, swept up by the wind, and vanished into the black earth.

Philon stared blankly at the towering petals, looking up at them.

He was silent for a long time.

The moment the wind lifted her purple hair.

There was nothing on the ground, so she squatted down and buried her face in her hands, sobbing.

Chapter 130 It must have been Frilian who beat Simmel to her knees!

"What kind of victory is this! Everyone, everyone put in so much effort... Are you kidding me! Are you kidding me?!"

Belatedly realizing what was happening, Simmel knelt on the ground, her mouth agape as she screamed in despair towards the spot where Madoka Kaname had disappeared, her head thrown back in a desperate cry. The white weariness on her body was whipped up by the wind, and the pent-up grief she had been holding back finally erupted.

He bent over, clenched his fists, and slammed them against the ground, gritting his teeth as he struggled to resist the trembling of his body.

"What kind of victory is this..."

“Simmel…”

Frillie crouched down and hugged Simmel tightly. She understood that this was not a victory at all, but merely a result.

Everyone left, having exhausted their last strength to defeat the Demon King, even in death they were still striving.

Such a victory... what kind of victory is that?

But we can't give up this victory.

It was tragic, utterly tragic.

This battle might not even be recorded in history; perhaps it will only be known as an unnamed hero who killed the demon king of another world.

"Frilian... Hey! Is this really a victory?! Why...?"

Simmel, it's okay to cry. I'll be with you.

"What kind of victory is this... ah!!!"

The mighty Simmel, unable to contain her grief at this moment, was held in Frilian's arms and wept silently.

My mind is filled with images of everyone.

In the distance, Philen leaned against Shutark's chest and wept bitterly, her heart aching uncontrollably.

The thought of Madoka Kaname liking Leng Chang made her heart ache.

She didn't even have time to confess her feelings.

The scattered fragments and curled-up flowers testify to the ferocity of the battle, leaving nothing behind.

Finally, Celia lay weakly in a pool of blood, watching all of this unfold.

She's not dead yet, or rather, she's clinging to life. Even a doll's body can't die here, otherwise things will get complicated later.

"Forget it, I'll treat myself."

Celia couldn't bear to interrupt their grief, so she silently began to heal herself.

However, she was also feeling bad.

She suddenly realized that if all of this was true... in the end, she would be all alone.

"How annoying, I was already used to it." She lay in a pool of blood, tending to her wounds, a hint of dejection in her eyes.

But after a moment of silence, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

At least I'm not alone anymore; I have companions who will never die, even if I grow old and die.

In the chat group.

Homura Akemi: Damn it! There's a cow!

Celia: Pfft!

Leng Chang: What!?? There are cows?! I'm not watching anymore!

Madoka Kaname: No way! It's all just for the plot.

Bucciarati: What a fantastic fight!

Kitahara Iori: As expected of me!

Kazuma Sato: Nice teeth and a beautiful mouth!

Hiratsuka Shizuka: No way! She's crying so hard right now, don't you have any conscience?

Leng Chang: Heh heh heh! What does this have to do with me? Even if it's a twitch, it's not me. Clearly, it's all your doing that the twitch is happening; I haven't contributed much at all.

Madoka Kaname: What should I do! I suddenly don't know what to do! The thought that it was all an act makes my heart ache!

Homura Akemi: So you guys have really gone too far!

Goto Ichiri: Luckily I died early, oops! I mean, I left the stage early.

Bucciarati: That being said... it was unforgettable, I must say, my hand holding the coffee trembled slightly.

Kazuma Sato: If everyone does the same twitching thing, then none of us are twitching.

Kitahara Iori: Anyway, everyone should just pack up and run away. This world is no longer a place for us.

Celia: Tsk tsk tsk, if this gets discovered, we're doomed. But I'm fine, after all, I'm a survivor.