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

　Kal'tsit's gaze fell on the lantern at her waist. Unlike the warm orange glow of the other lanterns, this one emitted a scarlet light.

　Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that what it contains is not a candle, but a mass of blood.

　“I was just worried about what would happen if that lady was determined to die… If I forced her to live… how would I be any different from the Blood Demon Lord…”

　Theresa clenched her fists and then let out a sigh of relief.

　"She must have long wanted to break away from the Blood Demon's royal court and have a new life... but her will was enslaved by the Blood Demon Lord, and while she had hope for life outside, she was also hesitant about whether she could adapt to that kind of life."

　Upon hearing Theresa's words, the blood-red lantern shook violently twice more.

　"What is her choice, Theresa?"

　Kal'tsit clearly heard it, but she still asked it again.

　"The lady said that she wanted to gather all the Blood Demons who still had hope and expectations for their new lives together to create a new... home for the Blood Demons. She also said that she would bring those Blood Demons back later and then... enter Kazdel with us."

　"Ah."

　The lantern swayed even more violently, as if their words had greatly angered the being inside.

　"Pfft~, she's resisting so strongly, Ms. Kal'tsit."

　Theresa looked at the Blood Demon, now a prisoner in the lamp, and a fleeting glint of cunning crossed her eyes.

　"It's just a death throes."

　Kal'tsit turned around and led the group onward. They needed to find a suitable place to set up a temporary camp.

　Frontal battlefield.

　As the Qilin Overlord approached, the radiance he emitted burned the withered trees piece by piece.

　This is one of the auspicious beasts' abilities: when the Qilin appears, all evil forces retreat. However, Chen Lingxu didn't have many evil enemies before, so he hadn't used this ability much.

　"...Overlord. Where is your empire? Where is your army?"

　A pale figure appeared on the battlefield, death following him like a shadow. Behind him, one after another, the dead souls transformed into warriors of death, fighting alongside him.

　King of Carrion Eaters, God of War, Incarnation of Death, Necrozrei.

　After the Blood Demon, the Carrion Eaters became Kazdel's second line of defense.

　Death will come eventually, but the army of scavengers will never retreat.

　"And where are your people?"

　The king of the beast kingdom, the father of all beast people... If that's the case, why is he the only one who has come?

　Such questioning is like adding fuel to the fire.

　"Ha. Don't you know? Have you forgotten? Beyond Kazdel lies the land of the Beast Kingdom. Beyond Sarkaz lies my people. Besides, here, I alone am no match for you. Why should my people sacrifice their hard-won lives?"

　The Kirin Overlord's arrogant reply shocked the Sarkaz. After the questioning ended, it was the Kirin Overlord's turn to speak.

　etc.

　His figure was towering and majestic, his voice boomed like thunder, and his radiance was blinding.

　His question left Sarkaz speechless.

　"Sarkaz, where is your Demon King? Bring him here."

　Where is the Demon King?

　The Sarkaz were completely bewildered.

　Their enemy came alone, and their enemy's king was unwilling to let his people sacrifice themselves...

　And their demon king... is hiding somewhere... and wants his people, children and the old, to give their lives for him.

　"..."

　Why...

　Sarkaz stared at the terrifying figure, gazing at the radiance that could burn even the eyes…

　This cannot be their king...

　"If you dare not come, then you shall die."

　The light of the Qilin Overlord transformed into a shooting star, hurtling straight towards the legion of death.

　"war……"

　Death is everywhere you look.

　The relentless slaughter, life ending life. Corpses litter the wilderness, blood irrigates the land.

　When the first scavenger rose from the ruins of the battlefield, he understood the meaning of his existence.

　"I am the end of all things."

　The carrion eater is born from death; he is death itself.

　Death allows carrion eaters to thrive, thus giving birth to new life.

　Now, this war that has lasted for ten thousand years, and the deaths that have accumulated for ten thousand years, have both erupted and ended here.

　The army of scavengers was vast and mighty.

　After the living die, their bodies become nourishment to sustain their fellow human beings, while their souls become spiritual barriers, continuing the fight.

　Until the spiritual barrier is destroyed and falls to the ground, it absorbs the essence of death and transforms into new branches, eventually giving birth to new living beings.

　This cycle repeats itself, endlessly...

　"Life and death, the endless cycle..."

　Even death, such intense and seemingly indelible death, could not withstand the onslaught of the Qilin Overlord, which was like a natural disaster.

　Fight, fight, fight!

　Kill kill kill!

　Wave after wave of scavengers died under the Qilin Overlord's attacks, like wheat being cut down by a sickle during harvest.

　Niezire charged ahead, his body torn apart countless times, but death healed his wounds, allowing him to continue fighting.

　The fog on the ground grew thicker and thicker, and the pale, cold fog climbed in all directions like death.

　The walls of Kazdel and the wilderness of the land were filled with a pale mist. Many Sarkaz were devoured simply by coming into contact with the mist, and the remains of the Blood Demons were also utilized, turning into streams of power that flowed into the bodies of the Carrion Eaters.

　"..."

　After dragging away a fellow member of the bloodline with a broken leg, the Blood Demon Prince gazed at the ever-spreading mist, hoping for the first time that the radiance could be brighter and dispel the mist.

　"Don't stand still, the death fog is about to spread. Take away those who want to live. Those who don't want to live..."

　She remembered what the Sarkaz had said, the words of the Sarkaz named Theresa.

　“Take them with you. Someone will take care of them.”

　A deathly fog climbed steadily up the city walls.

　It's like a living monster, constantly preying on everything that is alive.

　"Be careful."

　The tall Sarkaz grabbed the little girl by the collar and pulled her behind him. The mist couldn't hold her; after swirling around a few times, it ultimately couldn't break through the barrier of the wall.

　"Don't get too close at this time."

　"Thank you... Uncle..."

　“...I’ve already said...I’m still young.”

　Relying on his massive, door-like sword, Sarkaz sighed. He could only do his best to help his brethren avoid the fog's clutches.

　The scavenger's mist is only immune to the scavenger itself; the other Sarkaz are now being used as nutrients, and getting entangled in it means certain death.

　"what--!"

　A scream rang out, and the two looked to the side.

　It was the Sarkaz who had read books; his legs were entangled in a wisp of mist, and he cried out like a bastard whose toes had been stepped on.

　"..."

　The tall Sarkaz couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed the man's leg, slid his dagger, and the man's pants ripped open. He was swept away by the mist and disappeared into who-knows-where.

　"You're shameful. You're not even as good as that young girl."

　"...That's the magic of the Carrion Eaters, it kills you if you touch it, how could I not be afraid?!"

　He wiped away his tears haphazardly, his heart pounding as he looked at the mist that had already risen a head above the wall.

　"Aren't you scared, kid? If you get touched, you'll die and never see your grandma again."

　He seemed unwilling to lose face in front of his child, and choked up as he pressed on with his questions.

　"Of course I'm scared..."

　The little girl's voice trembled as well. When the mist passed over her face, she felt as if she were already dead; her body was cold, devoid of feeling, even her breath felt cold against her nose…

　but……

　"but……"

　She looked at the bright, dazzling light that even death could not obscure.

　She could feel that the intense light, amidst the cold, deathly fog, was radiating warmth.

　The little girl felt in her pocket, found a piece of dried fruit, clutched it tightly in her hand, and prayed softly.

　"Great... Primordial Celestial Venerable... I offer you sacrifices... Please bless me... Please bless me and my grandmother..."

　"..."

　The Sarkaz on either side watched her actions... but no one questioned her about why she was praying to the enemy.

　in case……

　"What if these people who say they'll protect us end up killing us first..."

　Sarkaz, who had read books, rummaged through his pockets and found only a single pea.

　"Then... I'd rather... live a little longer..."

　They were just ordinary Sarkaz, and felt nothing for the hatred those royal officials spoke of...

　"We... just want to survive..."

　The towering Sarkaz remained silent, placing his massive longsword before him, gazing only at the ever-brightening glow.

　Chapter Ninety-Five: The Decline of Death

　As dawn broke, the fog of death began to dissipate.

　By the time the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon the earth, the army of scavengers had already been annihilated.

　"Overlord...you've won..."

　Niecilei lay on the ground, like an old man nearing the end of his life.

　His royal court collapsed first, and he was powerless to rally his remaining troops for another battle...

　But he had no regrets.

　He had been anticipating a war that would kill him, and now, that war had arrived.

　Even if he only has one enemy...

　"Your performance was very good. You were better than most of my former generals."

　Chen Lingxu gave these carrion-eating armies the opportunity to operate, and if the two armies were to clash, their chances of winning would be very high.

　Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, numbers can never prevail. Even death bows down before him.

　"I will grant you death as a reward for your slight satisfaction."

　"..."

　The sun's rays shone upon him, and the ancient scavenger recalled the day he first encountered sunlight.

　Throughout the long years, everything on earth has changed and changed, and no matter how many cycles of life and death occur, the sunlight in the sky remains just as bright.

　"It's so good to die in the sunlight..."