The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　"I, Dukalei, in the name of the Sarkaz, in the name of all the enemies of the beastmen, launch a war of revenge against you, the overlord of the gods, the king of the beastmen, the Primordial Celestial Venerable, Chen Lingxu."

　Blood bloomed like flowers on her body as her power surged forth; not much, but enough.

　"Overlord, come again!"

　All the power erupted at this moment, without any reservation...

　Fragments of the past shimmer in the waves of memory.

　Ducarle... this ancient blood demon... in the long span of over six thousand years, there has never been much time when she has truly felt happy...

　“Danso…”

　Perhaps... she was genuinely happy when her brother was crowned king.

　But why...did my brother...give up on revenge...?

　Her magic tore open the scales of the Qilin Overlord, she tasted the blood of the divine people, and she could feel the thunderous beating of its heart, but she could only go so far, and could not go any further.

　The Qilin Overlord's claws tore apart the Blood Demon's heart, body, and everything else...

　Perhaps... she already understood.

　At the moment his brother died by his own hand...

　Revenge became nothing more than a reason for her to deceive herself into living.

　"You're not bad, Blood Demon, for being able to hurt me."

　As the last rays of the sun disappeared behind the mountains and the land gradually fell into darkness, the Blood King's Court was completely defeated.

　Blood Demon Lord, Dukalei, is beyond saving.

　"Next, which clowns will it be to amuse me?"

　In the darkness of night, the only light slowly approached Kazdel.

　The Qilin Overlord surveyed all directions with disdain, striding across the blood-soaked, crimson battlefield.

　"No...don't kill me...don't kill me..."

　Most of the Blood Demons fled in all directions to survive, but many remained on the battlefield because of their fear.

　The light of the Qilin Overlord shone on the face of a blood demon, revealing her pale hair and face to the Overlord.

　In countless cycles of death, rebirth, and death, even though she was once a powerful blood demon warrior, her will had long since collapsed, and she wept like an uncontrollable infant.

　"Tch. A lowly maggot, not even as good as the one from before."

　Chen Lingxu strode past.

　Of all those blood demons, only one dared to charge at him in the end.

　The sins and hatred of the Blood Demons were reduced to ashes after their monarch's failed revenge.

　Chen Lingxu derives pleasure and satisfaction from the Blood Demon's actions and generously cancels the Blood Demon's bill, but he will still collect the debts owed by the other Sarkaz one by one.

　"Welcome me, you scum."

　The aura of death transformed into a thick, pale mist that permeated the earth.

　They can engulf death, but they cannot obscure the brilliance of the Qilin overlord.

　Even in the deepest darkness, he is the only radiant sun on this land.

　Chapter Ninety-Three: A Bloody Defeat

　The bright moonlight spilled onto the ground, draping the land in a silvery veil.

　A dark shadow swept across the land, speeding away into the distance.

　A blood demon that had fled the battlefield was nearly dry of blood and needed to eat immediately.

　Looking down at the earth from the sky, apart from the dark rock and soil, only a few faint lights flicker.

　Was he a fool who stumbled upon this place by chance?

　That's good, he can live.

　The Blood Demon pounced on the Sarkaz.

　Same race?

　No, in the Blood Demon's eyes, there is only the Blood Demon himself; all other creatures are merely food for the blood demon.

　He never held a place for his own kind in his heart, not even in terms of blood.

　Demon Lord...

　"Hahaha, the heavens haven't forsaken me. By eating you all, I can escape even further... That monster... Ducarle is dead, and I, I too can become the Blood Demon Lord... You... die..."

　A flash of cold light, and the body was split in two. A small amount of blood splattered onto the dress, staining the white fabric red.

　The blade parted the mangled corpse, and behind the sticky flesh and blood, there was a pair of firm and calm pinkish-white peach eyes.

　"Theresa."

　Therese, who was already preparing to act, looked at her sister, who drew her sword before her and killed the blood demon without hesitation.

　“He’s gone mad. Letting him out will only lead to more innocent people dying because of him.”

　Theresa returned the sword to her sister and stepped over the blood demon.

　"Hmm... but next time, let me do it."

　This is too dangerous. My sister has never practiced swordsmanship; she only managed to kill that weak blood demon with brute force. If they encountered a blood demon with remaining strength, my sister would be in danger instead. Therese cannot let her get hurt.

　"it is good."

　These people were none other than Theresa's squad, whom the Qilin Overlord had abandoned. They had switched to foot a dozen miles away and witnessed the great battle from afar. Now that the Qilin Overlord had moved on to the next battlefield, they could continue their journey and clean up the battlefield along the way.

　If you continue forward, you will see countless broken altars, and the ground beneath your feet is soaked and stained red with blood.

　"The land here has been affected by the Blood Demon's witchcraft, and crops cannot be grown here for the time being."

　Kal'tsit, who was at the back, picked up a wisp of soil and gave her evaluation.

　"..."

　Theresa remained silent and continued forward.

　Numerous corpses were scattered across the land. Most of the Blood Demons escaped, but many more perished in the aftermath of the final battle.

　"Theresia, watch out."

　Her sister drew her sword and stood in front of her, while Theresa grabbed her wrist and stepped out from behind her.

　"Don't worry, Therese. She's no longer capable of doing anything."

　Beneath the broken altar, a blood demon lingered on its last breath.

　But unlike those blood demons who fled in terror or those who broke down in their sanity and cried incessantly, she remained rational despite losing her will to fight.

　“Sarkaz…you’re in luck…the decorations on my clothes can still fetch a few bucks…take them.”

　Her voice was weak and hoarse, just like her appearance at that moment.

　"Do not."

　Theresa spoke.

　"We didn't come here for these things."

　"What for? Oh... you want to use my head to exchange for a bounty? Fine... the Highlord is dead... I'm useless now... This head is yours, Sarkaz. The head of a Blood Demon Prince... enough for you to become a superior being..."

　She seemed to be a follower of the Blood Demon Lord, and thus lost her will to fight after the Blood Demon Lord's death, remaining here to await her death.

　"Don't you want to live? Whether it's for revenge or to live your own life."

　Theresa crouched down, looked her in the eye, and asked.

　"Revenge... Ha, young man..."

　She listened to Theresa's words, but could only let out a bitter laugh.

　"There isn't that much hatred in this world."

　"We Blood Demons, when we kill our first prey and suck their blood, our parents told us that we already knew... there is no hatred on this land... only predation and being prey."

　"That's it..."

　"The Blood Demon preys on its prey to satisfy its physical hunger. The strong conquer the weak to satisfy their spiritual hunger."

　"Now, we are nothing more than prey to be hunted by the stronger... Hatred... is just an excuse to indulge our desires..."

　Her voice grew even weaker. Having lost the will to fight and the reason to live, she was on the verge of death.

　"As for... a new life... I... am but a drop of blood from the Blood Court... the life of blood is just circulating within one's own body again and again... an unchanging life... like the history of the Sarkaz, always turning and falling, always suffering endlessly... I can't understand it..."

　She closed her eyes and stopped speaking...

　"..."

　A few drops of warm liquid landed on my lips...

　She opened her eyes in surprise.

　"Sarkaz, what are you doing...?"

　The Sarkaz before her had cut her hand, and blood was dripping onto her lips, then falling into her mouth… This Sarkaz's blood was so pure… Despite being a mixed-blood Sarkaz, its blood was more palatable than many pure-blooded ones…

　Even though she resisted her biological instincts and waited to die, her body desperately wanted to live... She was just a lowly creature thirsting for blood and struggling to survive.

　"Since you can't understand, why not try to experience it? You seem like a reasonable person, and what you're saying makes a lot of sense..."

　Theresa looked at the Blood Demon in front of her.

　“Madam, I understand the kind of life the Sarkaz are living. I grew up in the same environment. I have experienced all the hardships that the Sarkaz will encounter in their lives.”

　"But that's precisely why, ma'am, I must tell you. Sarkaz will surely have a new life of his own."

　"Don't worry about your home being destroyed, don't hide in the darkness... don't... live the same old miserable days again. If you don't believe it, then live on and witness this day come."

　"You...are quite eloquent...Sarkaz...but why bother...what good will saving me do you...The Blood Court is in decline...I have no promises to make to you..."

　"You don't need to promise me anything, madam."

　The Sarkaz looked out over the battlefield, where many Blood Demons remained, collapsing, wailing, and barely clinging to life.

　"I only hope that you can take away those blood demons who are willing to wait for a new life... Even if they were devils who killed countless people in the past, I hope that they can make changes and have a new life... Their sins... should be repaid while they are alive."

　"...I understand. Is it because I am the Blood Demon Prince, one of the few Blood Demons who can still command their obedience, that you chose me?"

　"No, ma'am. Of course not."

　Sarkaz smiled, indicating that her guess was wrong.

　"It's just because you're someone I've met who's trying to live and still has expectations for the new life I described. If you really don't want to live, why go through the trouble of doing it through someone else?"

　"..."

　Blood Demon raised his hand, and Sarkaz's cut palm gradually healed.

　“Tell me your name, Sarkaz.”

　“...Ms. Theresa.”

　“Alright… Theresa… I will gather the blood demons who want to live, who want to experience the new life you envision… but those who don’t…”

　“I will kill them, madam.”

　Chapter Ninety-Four: The Death Line

　“A Blood Demon Princess. She is enough to gather those Blood Demons under her control and make them obey her.”

　Kal'tsit looked at the figure not far away and told Theresa this.

　"To enslave her, or... to save her. Theresa, the choice is yours."

　Kal'tsit tapped the lantern at her waist, which was trembling uncontrollably because of the word "enslavement," and then stopped looking at Theresa's choice.

　She gazed at the battlefield further away, where the radiance of the Qilin Overlord was clearly visible.

　“Ms. Kal'tsit, I helped her survive.”

　Turning around, Theresa had a smile on her face; she seemed genuinely happy about the blood demon's choice.

　“Well done, Theresa.”