There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

A friendly smile spread across the girl's face, and she slowly said, "I was actually awake the whole time, I just had to use a lot of effort to open my eyes."

She looked at Yukino and explained, then stopped talking. In fact, she had already been moved by those two people in her heart. The warmth kept flowing in her chest, making her feel warm and comfortable.

I have always known that I am actually a stranger to the captain. Even if he picked up the wrong person, there is no need for him to give me such a valuable item as the Evolution Core. In fact, I was very scared at the time, afraid that the captain would ask me to be bait, so I didn't dare to mention it, but he didn't do so.

When he encountered danger, he immediately pushed me away and went to fight that monster alone. He was so brave and handsome. That was the first time he saved my life...

It’s not his fault that he left me. It’s because my sense of existence is too low. I seem to be more ordinary than ordinary people. This trait is really distressing!

I also know about the senior's matter. You refused to save me. I knew I would die even if I was rescued. But you knew I had a core and chose to rescue me without hesitation, which delayed the best time to kill the queen. In fact, even if you found that the flames were ineffective against it, you could have chosen to retreat quickly, right? If you hadn't saved me, you wouldn't have been in danger.

You rescued me from the nest, and even when you were in danger, you didn't abandon me when I was powerless. I know that, so I tried my best to hug your neck to let you let go and do it. Thank you very much, senior.

The captain said he would not give up on me, and he actually heard it! Although I was very unwilling, it was the best choice to let go of me as a burden, right?

Although Yukinoshita-senpai suggested abandoning me, I think even if your souls were exchanged at that time, you would not abandon me!

He also blew up the outer layer of the pyramid, and there was no time to dodge the huge rocks flying towards him... In fact, the captain could have used me as a shield to avoid his chest being smashed. The captain held me and jumped down from a very high place. I clearly heard the sound of his leg bones breaking. I also knew that even so, he was able to hold up his broken body to prevent me from being stabbed by his exposed bones.

I know all of these!

But I can't understand why you are so nice to me? Is it just a misunderstanding between the two of you?

Kato Megumi smiled brilliantly. She picked up UMP9 and slowly walked towards the Queen's seat. She quickened her pace and started running.

"The only thing that can make people grow up quickly is an unforgettable experience, right, Yukino-senpai? And the captain... Hui doesn't want to be defeated yet, she wants to be as good as you guys, and want to make friends with you!"

Yukino-senpai is so handsome, and the captain is actually not bad either.

The captain died and the senior was seriously injured, so I was the only one left.

Her eyes became unfocused, her pupils disappeared, and only a blank look remained.

Anyway, give it a try first.

Chapter 30: Demon

The winged demons tore the sky apart, their screams tore through the eardrums, the spellcasters stood on the high platform, waving their magic wands, and the colorful lights shot straight into the sky. They bled from all seven orifices, their heads exploded, but the energy glow on their bodies lingered for a long time...

The Bone Demon swung its scythe, cutting through the void; its heroic bodies shed blood, but they still held the swords tightly in their hands!

The assassin's knife pierced through the deformed one's chest, the tip of the blade burned, and hot blood covered his body. However, in the heart of the flame, the light of faith grew stronger.

Holy songs were sung, and the gospel was spread across the land, but they could not dispel this world-destroying evil...

Dark clouds covered the world, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a river of blood hung upside down. It seemed that in the next moment, this vast sky would crush the world with its destructive force.

The Phase Gate floated in the air, and a dark and ferocious creature broke out from the void.

Their legs fell to the ground, the grass withered, the flowers died, the earth cracked and burned, and the crimson fire swept and spread, dyeing the entire world with a layer of destruction.

The army poured into the city-state, blood dyed the earth red, and cries resounded through the sky...

"demon!"

The first light of dawn could not penetrate the darkness to illuminate the knight's resolute face. On his chest was a blood-stained badge, and in his heart there was unbearable pain... Before his eyes was the flames of war, and his feet were heavy and sad on his homeland. The hammer forged by faith could no longer save this lost and sinking land.

"demon!"

He raised his sword high, his shield reflecting dazzling silver light. He looked at the huge body towering into the sky in front of him and shouted loudly: "You will be defeated in the end!"

The huge body slowly turned its head, and its copper-bell-like flaming eyes scanned the world, the vulnerable...low-level creatures. He raised his legs and hovered his feet above the dust, but the tip of the sword was still raised high, and he never took a step back.

"Interesting ants."

The demon with two horns on his head and a dominating presence retracted his legs with interest. This pathetic weakness made him a little interested in the endless wars and destruction. In the blood and ashes, three pairs of bone wings spread out behind him. His voice was like a bell, echoing between heaven and earth: "Your world will be destroyed, mortal. Bow to me and pray for my mercy, and I will grant you power."

"You can't give me glory, demon!"

The knight still held his sword high. He could not charge and had no way to retreat. The children behind him were trembling. The demon army had broken through the last blockade of mankind. They had devoured the world. This was the last piece of pure land.

"Oh?"

The demon was somewhat puzzled, and bent its huge body to carefully observe this pathetic and weak creature. It slowly approached, and its hot breath with splashing sparks hit the knight's angular face, singeing his hair and melting his cheeks.

The knight's long sword stabbed its face, leaving a tiny gap. Lava blood splashed, the long sword broke and broke, and the tiny scratch on the demon's face closed immediately. He did not throw away the hilt, but held the shield upright in front of his chest, still without fear.

"Tell me, mortal, what are you holding on to?"

The demon raised his head, stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the child behind the knight. In an instant, the child turned into a pool of black ash. A breeze with smoke blew by, and the gray and black dissipated in the air. He turned his head in horror, and despair filled his pupils. Then he became determined. He raised his broken sword, raised his shield, and charged at the demon.

His broken sword repeatedly chopped at the demon's ankles with clanging sounds. Sparks flew everywhere, staining his armor and melting his shield. His body began to emit green smoke with a sizzling sound. He was like an ant trying to defeat an elephant, raising his mandibles high, but ended up hurting his jaws.

"Look, your compatriots are being destroyed, and there are only a few spellcasters left. The hymns cannot save you." The devil laughed, and the laughter was deafening, like thunder. "Look, mortal, witness your last moment, or pray to me, surrender to me, maybe I can keep you until the last moment, so that you can witness the birth of destruction with your own eyes."

"Or cry out, pray to your God, you sing songs for Him, erect giant statues and stone sculptures for Him, build churches for Him... So, pray to your God, it's time for Him to give back to you, mortal."

The demon slowly lowered his head, and was hit weakly on the leg by the red-hot sword. The ant armor under his feet had been burned red and deformed, and his skin had turned charred black, but he still "enjoyed" waving the broken sword like a ridiculous fool. Even though it could not cause any damage to its lava body as hard as steel, the sword still touched its surface one by one, just like the stubbornness of an innocent child.

He was half-kneeling on the ground powerlessly. The dying knight still tried to raise his sword, but this time his arm fell down powerlessly before it could touch the demon's skin.

"There has never been a God in this world." He murmured softly, "Devil, you win."

The moment the knight fell, the demon was stunned. It suddenly stared at the body under its feet.

It was just a whim. It could have completely ignored this humble thing that could be crushed to death with a single kick. It assisted the Demon Emperor in unifying the underworld and brought disasters to countless city-states. In fact, it was already tired of the endless journey. It had seen countless mortals disappear into the air and had also listened to the most beautiful wails.

The ants humbly knelt at its feet, begging for its forgiveness and mercy. They also bravely took up their weapons and fought fearlessly and in vain. The existence of the ants under its feet, the devil had destroyed countless times and had long been accustomed to it, but what happened after the destruction? This question has always lingered in its mind, but the devil does not want to speculate, because it is just a tool, it only needs to obey the orders of the devil emperor.

He had heard countless threats and insults. The unyielding dying people pointed at its proud roar, shouted tragic and resolute slogans, and then turned into ashes. They threatened it that God would bring salvation to the world, His glory would spread to the earth, and the devil would eventually be defeated...

But it was the first time it heard such an absurd sentence from a mortal. He said, there is no God in the world.

So, the demon was stunned.

Did mortals know that there were no so-called gods in the world? It suddenly felt very boring. It seemed that there was no point in slaughtering such a humble creature. What would it bring to it even if it destroyed the world?

For the first time, it began to think in this direction. What if it ruled the mortal world? If it slaughtered all humans, the mortal world would just become a second underworld.

The devil fell into deep thought. He could not understand this question, just as humans could not understand why there really was such an existence as it in the world, but the God who was sung for eternity was elusive and without a trace.

It lowered its head, and its huge body that was towering into the sky shrank rapidly. The scorching flames on its surface were retracted into its body. It slowly bent down and looked at the dying knight lying on the ground.

It cannot understand, it has no emotions, it seems to be born for destruction and disaster.

It stretched out its scale-covered hand and gently placed it on the knight's head. Its crimson demon eyes suddenly widened, and it saw something it had never seen before...

He saw the young mother sweating profusely, her loving eyes gently gazing at the crying baby in the cradle. The middle-aged man laughed with tears in his eyes, shaking his body clumsily and comically to tease the son in his arms. The child cried loudly, but the man smiled brightly.

The boy grew up healthily. The young boy raised the wooden sword in his hand and shouted, "Stop evil." Behind the proud knight was the joyful laughter of the little girl... They ran happily and rolled happily in the mud. The fat boy who played the devil was always frowning when it was game time every day.

They were covered in dirt and would cry loudly when beaten by their parents every time they returned home, but they still enjoyed it.

As the child grew up and entered adolescence, he sweated and carefully sharpened the inferior sword in his hand. With a determined look on his face, he was covered with wounds every day. He secretly honed his swordsmanship and ran towards his childhood dream.

With his childish fantasies and his parents' expectant and tearful gaze, he set out for home.

As a young man, he still worked hard, his swordsmanship improved day by day, his face became more resolute, the fat man who played the devil became a groom, the princess who followed him in childhood had long since broken her oath and married someone else, and he became a follower.

The flames of war ignited, the invaders' iron hooves crushed his hometown, and the butcher's knife tore his loved ones apart, but his hands holding the sword became more and more steady...

In the magnificent hall, he knelt on one knee before the throne and lowered his proud head. The princess's sword lightly touched the man's calm shoulders and hovered above his head.

Humility, honesty, mercy, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul...

The man shouted a solemn oath, but his weathered eyes no longer had the joy of realizing his youthful dream.

Then the demon saw it, it saw itself stepping out of the gate of the void, with its ugly army, devouring everything.

"Do you have something to hold on to? Demon..."

The knight's weak voice was heard, and he slowly raised his head, but his eyes were looking to the other side. His eyeballs were scorched by the scorching heat and had long lost their sight. He lay on the ground, his lips murmured, and with the last bit of strength he had left he asked the question in his heart, but he could no longer hear a reply.

"What are you holding on to, demon? Is the purpose of power only to destroy?"

The demon retracted his hand and slowly stood up. It suddenly became interested in humans. The noise in the city suddenly became harsh, and the wailing was no longer interesting. It felt that the hymns became pleasant, but the singing suddenly stopped. The last girl in the choir lay on the cold ground, and her blood stained her holy dress red.

The low-level demon's butcher knife was still swinging cruelly, and the last brave man holding a weapon died at his feet...

The devil was confused again. He slowly looked down at his hands covered with scales. In fact, he was surprisingly similar to humans, but he seemed to be countless times uglier than humans?

He turned his head and looked at the despair he had created around him, the fleeing people, the pursuing ugly demons, the desperate cries and the sharp and piercing eerie laughter. The devil fell into deep thought. Perhaps it would not be long before all the humans here would be slaughtered. Perhaps when they all died, the things that confused him would also disappear.

If I can't cause destruction, what's the meaning of my existence? Why would this humble ant bring me doubts?

Just as he was thinking this, a childish voice with great determination came from behind him. He was gently pushed on the waist. When he turned his head, he saw a funny little wooden sword.

"Stop evil!"

No one knew where the little boy was hiding, and no one knew where he came out from. He shouted the same slogan as the charred corpse below him. The tears on his face had not yet dried, but he shouted at him stubbornly. Although he had a crying voice, his eyes were also very determined: "You don't belong here, devil!"

The demon tilted his head, looked at the young face blackened by the smoke, and asked, "What are you holding on to?"

But before the little boy could speak, the demon saw a little girl curled up in the corner. When he looked at her, the little boy in front of him cried anxiously. He stabbed the demon's knees with the wooden sword in panic, and tears mixed with snot flowed into his mouth: "Get out, get out! Demon!"

"So, you are wielding the sword for the weak."

He nodded, and with a casual wave of his hand, the grim butcher knife stopped above the little girl's head, and the sneak attacking shadow demon turned into ashes.

The boy turned his head in horror, his innocent eyes showing incredible surprise. He looked at himself again, and the endless fear in his pupils had disappeared. He sat down on the ground and burst into tears: "Go away...devil!"

Sparta, his real name, a high-level demon.

For the first time, he felt a strange emotion in his heart. The army under his command slaughtered the boy's relatives, but when he saved his siblings, he felt the trembling gratitude in the boy's heart. He felt the panic and joy in the boy's emotions, and for the first time, he felt an inexplicable emotion, an emotion he had never experienced before.

That emotion made him happier than destruction and killing, or was it that the devil had never felt an emotion that he considered wonderful when wielding a butcher knife?

The crying stopped abruptly, and while he was stunned, the ugly demon's sharp blade pierced the chest of the child in front of him. A trace of mania surged in Sparta's heart, and the wonderful emotion that intoxicated him was forced to interrupt. He waved his hand to let the ugly demon dissipate, and the little girl curled up in the corner crawled out tremblingly.

She came to the dead body of her sibling and took out the small wooden sword from his hand. She had always played the role of a princess, but now she was a proud knight. She struggled to move the young corpse behind her and protected it tightly. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the devil, and her crying voice was accompanied by a hint of babyishness in her warning: "Devil!"

Swing the sword for the weak?

Sparta lowered his head, looking at the charred corpse at his feet, and then looked at the human cub. Just for this ridiculous reason, would they increase their courage and strength countless times, allowing them to dare to face the existence that could easily crush them?

The bone wings behind him spread out and hovered in the sky.

A blood-red light that broke through the sky poured out from his body, and demonic energy swept across the city, pushing away the thick dark clouds in the sky. The low-level demons in the city all stopped their pursuit, they raised their ugly heads high, their bodies swelled like balloons, broke, and turned into black smoke one after another.

The terrifying pressure of world-destruction came again, but the long-lost sunshine had already shone on this vast land.

The world began to distort, and the picture began to shatter like glass...

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Beiyuan Kong slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a deep cave and the ruins of the collapsed pyramid. The Iron Blood, who was lying in the corner opposite him, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, was nowhere to be seen. However, his expression was dull, as if he was frightened by a nightmare. It took him a while to wake up, and he muttered to himself: "That's Dante's father..."

Just after he finished speaking, he was stunned again, and the observer's soft but emotionless reminder voice came into his mind.

"Player: Kitahara Sora, broke through the brain blockade by 5%, and the brain is currently unlocked by 20%."

"Player: Kitahara Sora, Spartan Demon Bloodline successfully advanced, gained Bloodline Talent, Demon Form. Current rank: C."

Before he could be surprised, Beiyuan Kong closed his eyes again. He suddenly felt a restless energy surging in his body. His brows began to frown, and his face became hideous and distorted. The pain that penetrated his soul when exchanging his bloodline came again. This time the pain was even more intense than that time. He opened his mouth and gasped hard. Even crying began to become a luxury.

Damn, it starts again!

The iron-blooded mask had already fallen off due to his violent struggle. Bei Yuankong's eyes were bloodshot, and a ball of surging flames was burning in his pupils. His body began to emit green smoke, and his skin turned red. His blood was pounding and tumbling, like boiling water. Every cell seemed to have its own thoughts, wanting to break free from the shackles of this cage.

The flames in his eyes burned more and more vigorously, his skin cracked, and blood finally overflowed from the enlarged pores, dyeing his entire cheek red. The moment it came into contact with the air, it ignited with a "smash" sound. Soon, Bei Yuankong's entire head was covered in flames, and his hair flew and spread. Each hair was like a thin red-hot iron wire. As he twitched in pain, sparks flew from the collision of hair.

Beiyuan Kong curled up on the cold ground like a shrimp. The iron armor on his body slowly turned red and deformed due to the scorching heat, and melted into a pool of molten iron.

He couldn't shout, or even make any extra movements, and could only twitch instinctively. The scorching flames ignited his entire body, as if even his soul was being burned and refined by the burning flames.

In the flames more than two meters high, only a thin shadow could be seen twisting. His flesh slowly melted and turned into ashes that dissipated in the air. Slowly, only a skeleton was left, still gasping for breath in the hellfire. If one had to describe it, Beiyuan Kong at this moment was as hideous and terrifying as the Ghost Rider.

The flames grew stronger and stronger, and even a whistling sound was heard. The skeleton began to deform, then turned black, and then slowly turned into pure gold. The skeleton stopped struggling and lay quietly on the ground, with only the red flames burning quietly.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The flame gradually became smaller. It no longer roared or raged. Instead, it began to condense and materialize. The surging flames once again enveloped the skeleton, and the flames materialized its internal organs, flesh and blood...

The cave returned to darkness again, and the searchlights set up by the expedition team began to flicker...

Kitahara Sora, lying naked on the cold ground, had returned to normal.

His pupils were still as red as blood, but his eyes were dull. His soft, jet-black hair had now turned into pure silver white. The flawless silver hair was a symbol of his Spartan bloodline.

Kitahara Sora was breathing heavily, his smooth and beautiful muscle lines rising and falling.

"Fuck you, you're going to kill me..."

Bei Yuan Kong still had no strength and could only curse and complain in his heart. He vaguely felt that every piece of flesh, every bone, and even every cell in his body no longer belonged to him. The burning sensation that penetrated deep into his soul seemed to still be spreading in his body, howling, is this what the monkey felt in the alchemy furnace?

Damn, I'm not a monkey!