Ark, they don't revolve around you

"Doctor, this is my final advice. Back off and leave. I can allow you to leave Kazdel." The Absolver whispered coldly.

The blood gradually gathered. Zhuang Ning sighed, "Do you think your words to delay time are terrible?"

"Bad? But maybe this kind of straightforward talk is what I need."

The Pardoner pursed his lips and said, "Doctor, you have been too successful all along. You take it for granted that you will win. I can even sense your contempt."

“You think you can still defeat me and save Kazdel this time, right, Doctor?”

"But the world does not revolve around you. Your previous victories were nothing but coincidences. Even if you can steal the bloodline of the noble royal court in some way, it does not prevent you from being a lowly person!!"

"Victory will not always favor you." Kwisatusta swung his sword, venting all the anger he had accumulated so far.

The Pardoner was not as calm as he appeared, and this man cursed the Doctor for a long time.

If it weren't for Zhuang Ning, he would have completed the ritual of usurpation in Londinium!

All of Quesatusta's contempt and anger towards the Doctor were poured into this brilliance, and the sword was so vast that it seemed that it was enough to cut the sky!

Shining could only draw his sword to fight back, feeling extremely nervous. Quesatusta was indeed a demon king who had lived for a long time, and his skills were far superior to his own.

But Zhuang Ning raised his hand indifferently, and the morning and evening light that seemed to be woven from silk was blocked by the sea of ​​blood and could not move forward at all.

"As expected of you, Doctor." The Pardoner praised, "You are indeed that kind of person. You have already prepared how to deal with me before you came."

"But, but—you still can't win."

The Pardoner sneered and swung his sword again, apparently intending to cast the spell a second time.

Zhuang Ning also used the same trick, intending to use the sea of ​​blood to block it.

——There was a sword on his chest.

The tip of the sword was stained with blood and pierced through Zhuang Ning's chest, leaving a splash of blood.

Zhuang Ning turned around and looked back at Theresa. The princess of Kazdel looked shocked and had not yet reacted.

I heard a sneer in the distance, and the Absolver whispered coldly: "After all, it was me who awakened Her Highness Theresa. You may think that you can eradicate my influence, but I can still control her to a certain extent."

"Yes, just like... like this!"

Theresa drew her sword and slashed fiercely again.

Zhuang Ning hurriedly returned to defense, and Xuehai inevitably lost a point.

The Pardoner did not miss this flaw. He raised his sword indifferently, and the light completely submerged the sea of ​​blood. He seemed to be watching a farce.

"I told you, Doctor, you're just lucky," the Absolver stammered, "but luck isn't on your side this time."

Zhuang Ning, who was controlling Theresa, remained silent upon hearing this. He stared directly at the Pardoner with anger in his eyes.

During this time, Salus walked quietly in front of Quesatusta, lowered his head, and was so humble.

She held the crown in her hand, as dark as night, filled with the power to command all races.

"You lose, Doctor." The Absolver sneered, "No, you had no chance of winning from the beginning."

He said that and closed his eyes.

He had waited for this moment for too long, and had been watching since seven thousand years ago.

To this end, he lingered on, and only now has he completely deciphered the crown.

But his enemies were crawling like wild dogs. The man who once carried out his great ambitions was once again betrayed by the people he trusted and stabbed in the chest.

What could make Quesatusta more happy than this scene? !

Even someone as calm as the Pardoner showed at this moment his eagerness to not get back together with him.

There was still intoxication in Salus' eyes. It was admiration, trust in his family, and blessing.

When I become the Demon King, I will resurrect all the dead Pardoners, thought Quesatusta.

By then, he can even control life and death!

But a second passed and Kwisatusta did not feel any crown on his head.

Instead, a shining blade slit his throat with hatred and pierced his heart.

That was no ordinary sword, it was a soul-calling sword, and Salus had it in his hand from the beginning, but the proud Quesatusta did not notice it.

This sword pierces the soul, even a giant beast will be seriously injured!

Kwisatusta turned around in astonishment, his face full of disbelief.

His lips moved, and his face turned paler than ever:

"why?"

"Why?" Salus smiled, leaned over, and said in a gentle voice, "It's just the master's mission."

"Owner."

"Of course it's the Doctor."

The sudden change shocked everyone, but not far away, Zhuang Ning, who had been looking dejected just now, burst into laughter:

"He believed it, he believed it!"

"He really thinks I have no idea what he's doing!"

"He really thought he had been hiding it well!"

Zhuang Ning stood up and threw away the mask. The smile on his face quickly drooped and finally turned into indifference.

He walked past Theresa and came to Quesatusta, looking down from above:

"You just told me the world doesn't revolve around me."

"But my victory is natural, and you will always be the despicable usurper and loser!"

He stretched out his foot, stepped on the sword of the Pardoner, and slightly increased his strength.

The shaking sea of ​​blood crushed the staff, but the remaining force pierced through Quesatusta's body.

A light flashed in the eyes of the Pardoner, and he wanted to control Theresa to continue attacking Zhuang Ning!

But he saw only ridicule.

"Theresa is mine. You have no right to defile it, you ridiculous pardoner."

At this point, Zhuang Ning acted contrary to his usual behavior and did not continue.

He lowered his head, his expression pious and humble.

Salus understood the situation in his heart, humbly held up the crown and placed it on Zhuang Ning's head.

A ring vaguely formed on Zhuang Ning's finger. The newly promoted Demon King raised his head, without a trace of joy, and declared indifferently: "From today on, I am the king of all Sarkaz."

Chapter 22: The Birth of the Demon King

The crown was worn on Zhuang Ning's head, and a dark mist spread out, covering the vast surroundings and gradually engulfing the altar.

Zhuang Ning was in this darkness, his eyes closed and opened again, the black in his pupils flashed by, and was replaced by a lava-like color.

Perhaps, Zhuang Ning really should thank the Pardoner.

Without this man's efforts, how could he have stolen the crown so easily...

No.

This is not stealing. Zhuang Ning was silent for a moment and whispered in his heart.

This is recycling.

I just took back what I should have taken back long ago from the hands of the usurper.

How pathetic! You have been possessed for thousands of years, defiled by beasts in human form, and even in the end, you have to rely on this group of people to get you back...

This is my powerlessness.

Zhuang Ning smiled and met Amiya's eyes. The girl struggled hard and finally opened her eyes from her deep sleep.

Those beautiful blue eyes focused on the Doctor, on the crown above his head.

Complex emotions floated into Amiya's heart. She felt her eyelids getting warm and tears fell.

"PhD……"

Zhuang Ning was extremely gentle. He raised his hand and placed it on Amiya's hair: "Go to sleep."

"I'm sorry, Doctor."

"You don't have to say sorry, just go to sleep." Zhuang Ning repeated.

His voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and Amiya gently closed her eyelids in the silence.

But she still held Zhuang Ning tightly in her hands, and whispered with her last breath: "Doctor, I'm sorry, in the end, I still couldn't...save you...warm you..."

Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "No, you succeeded."

He kissed Amiya's fair forehead, so gently that he didn't seem like the evil spirit from the Tower of Babel at all.

"If it weren't for you, I would have destroyed this damn world a long time ago, right?"

Shining stared at the scene in a daze and noticed that Theresa's fingertips were trembling slightly.

An inexplicable gust of air vibrated around the altar, stirring up sand and dirt.

The huge pulse uses blood as a medium to directly impact the consciousness of every Sarkaz.

This was an unprecedentedly grand coronation ceremony, and Zhuang Ning immersed himself in the crown.

He originally brought Theresa and Shining with him just in case. If his attempt to take back the crown failed, he would have to let these two crown him.

But now it seems that this is purely groundless worry, after all, this is my thing.

Zhuang Ning's consciousness continued to sink, as if falling into the deep sea, and his whole body was cold and transparent.

Countless huge memories flashed through his eyes. They were the resentment that the Sarkaz race had accumulated over a long period of time.

Zhuang Ning turned a blind eye and walked deeper into the cave.

The deeper he went, the more he saw. He thought he could ignore it, but deep down in his heart he was filled with...anger!

This anger was not directed at the Terran tribes, but at the existence called Tikaz.

A noble from the Blood Demon King's Court passed by a tribe, and after he left, only piles of bones were left.

Scavengers chewed on the remains of the living, devouring the town's lifeless remains.

The witch used spells to control the happily married couple, forcing them to kill each other, while she herself sat on a high platform in all her splendor, watching the fight...

It's so ugly, barbaric, cruel, and unrestrained, like a wild animal.

When the royal court's covenant was signed, the war ended, but the suffering of the civilians had just begun.

The nobles in the royal court did not restrain themselves because of the end of the war, but instead intensified their oppression.

There is no such thing as integrity in the eyes of those Tikaz. It is natural for the noble blood to rule over the lowly.

Until the gods and ancestors overthrew Kazdel, this race lived up to its name of demons.

Zhuang Ning laughed, his mouth wide open, looking happy both physically and mentally.

But the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, burning fiercely, until an inexplicable sadness sprouted in his heart.

It is a kind of pitiful sadness.

This kind of emotion should not appear in the evil spirit. After all, this is the one who allows natural disasters to hit the city.

But he just felt a deep sadness. The reason why civilization existed was definitely not to record such ugly history.

What a shameful defilement! How rampant and disgusting!

No wonder every generation of demon kings often chooses to compromise even when facing aliens.

After inheriting the crown, what reason do they have to proclaim that their race is innocence?

Zhuang Ning sneered and stopped.

There was a door in front of him. He pushed it open gently and saw the demon kings of all ages. Some were as tall as an ox, some were weak and frail, there were also woodcutters, craftsmen, nobles, and rangers.

Including Amiya, everyone turned their eyes to Yu Zhuang Ning and looked at the new Demon King.

They were as silent as the dead, and as cold as tombstones.