Ark, they don't revolve around you

Cresson's shadow is such an overwhelming monster that can deprive people of their sanity.

Only those with extremely strong spirits are qualified to stand before him, such as the Khan of Nightmare and the King of Kings Sargon.

But now, Zhuang Ning wanted to be more decisive and direct. He didn't want to delay and just wanted to kill the monster immediately.

If the thorny crown of the devil appeared, fine blood vessels appeared on his body, his mouth widened, and he spread his hands ferociously, ready to issue the death order again.

Before that, a gentle whisper came from beneath him.

After charging to this point, even the Deer Lord felt tired and gasped slightly.

But there wasn't even the slightest hint of gloom in that voice. Instead, it was as if the voice had let go of some worries and finally felt at ease.

A long time ago, He guarded the Northern Plains. After such a long time, enough time for mortal flesh to decay and civilization to change, He finally returned to this land.

Finally, I can finish my mission...

"Doctor, this is just the beginning. Once you reach the wilderness and come into contact with the realm of evil demons... you know that you will no longer have any support."

"You will be fighting alone. At this moment, you should save your energy, even if it is only a little..."

“He” turned his eyes, his clear eyes were shining, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: “Cresson, leave it to me.”

The far north.

With a staff in hand, Elki silently climbed up the black city wall.

This iron wall made of Originium stretched to the east and west ends. Below it, countless demons scrambled to climb over it, but they fell miserably to the ground under a barrage of arrows and spells.

"Ms. Elki, it's time for you to retreat!" Sami's warriors roared.

Elqi closed his eyes quietly, with a subtle dimness in his eyes: "No."

"Just let me... take a look."

As she spoke, she pursed her lips, but her pupils reflected the light.

At the end of sight, in the far north, in the abyss of countless rolling darkness, the light rises like dawn!

The dazzling laser tore through the darkness, and Elki saw that Sami's warriors were stunned.

I don’t know who spoke first.

"That's Anma!"

"Anma's light!"

In reality, light collided with chaos.

It was like a rag being torn apart with a sharp knife. The darkness of Cresson collapsed under the brilliant aurora, and the huge curtain of shadows also cracked!

“Go ahead,” Anma uttered a weak sound and closed her eyes.

Where could one see any Cresson beneath His feet? Only bits of debris were blown across the sky by the whimpering wind.

As a price, Anma's body became thin, and He burned himself to open this channel.

This is Anma's mission - to send Zhuang Ning to Precious, and He fulfilled His oath with His own life.

There is still the afterglow of light in the sky, with extremely beautiful colors. Even the torrent of the subspace cannot contain such beauty.

The light shone on Anma's face, and the deer fell down completely. Its glory faded little by little, revealing its true appearance.

The smell of earth, and also, it seems like someone is comforting me.

Anma used all her strength to open her eyes: "Why don't you go over there? She is waiting for you."

Zhuang Ning was quiet for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "I will go. I have come this far, so I can't be a deserter, right?"

"Then why are you still standing here?"

Zhuang Ning stretched out his hand and caught the tiny bit of light: "I want to say thank you."

"I'm not just doing this for you and her..."

"That's enough." Zhuang Ning stood up and gave the deer owner a thumbs up. "I will bring her back."

His figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.

Under the illumination of the aurora, Anma smiled, struggled, and using up his last bit of strength, the beast master stood on the ground again.

Under the illumination of the aurora, He made a deer cry.

The sound of deer calls continued to spread, passing over the dark city walls and rippling in the civilized country.

At that moment, all the Sami warriors realized something, felt a pain in their hearts, and were filled with uncontrollable sadness.

"Anma...disappeared."

……

……

dark.

Zhuang Ning had entered this space before, but it was just a disordered space on the periphery.

The depths of the demonic kingdom are truly nothing.

Zhuang Ning floated in this ocean of subspace and felt that it was the abyss.

I lost my senses, lost everything, and just floated in the air. In a trance, I really became an evil spirit.

"Hush-hush-"

"Hush-hush-"

"Who—hiss—"

"Such beautiful flesh and blood - hiss -"

"No - hiss - no, the same kind -"

In the darkness, mosquito-like whispers invaded, and countless pairs of eyes opened, looking around at the intruder with curiosity.

They had no form, and as they looked down, they all wanted to reach out and devour Zhuang Ning's flesh and blood.

But they did not take any action, as if they were afraid of something on Zhuang Ning.

A memory flashed through his mind, and Zhuang Ning realized that he had seen this scene before. He had seen it with his own eyes in Elki's prophecy.

This is what is called prophecy, it will always come true.

He would sink into this darkness step by step, become exhausted, and eventually become one of their kind...

Zhuang Ning shook his head, getting rid of the gloom. This space had already affected him unconsciously.

Suddenly, Zhuang Ning stopped moving forward.

Because he felt the touch of something under his feet, he lowered his head and saw the withered and decaying grass.

"Grass……"

Being able to see something means there is light.

But this is deep in the evil kingdom, how could there be light?

As he began to think, he felt something and raised his head suddenly.

The sky lowered, and a hoarse voice floated from somewhere, a resentful voice that seemed to rise from hell and spit out an angry voice.

"who……"

"Who is it again..."

Zhuang Ning suddenly understood that the demon kingdom is essentially a space for thinking, but the demons have no intelligence and therefore have nothing.

And when someone still stubbornly maintains consciousness, they can stir up this area and forge a country. Humans have used similar technology before to build an empire of consciousness.

Then.

Which undead spirit is drifting into this area again, or is it stubbornly refusing to assimilate...

Zhuang Ning unconsciously put his hands on his waist, staring silently.

On the other side, the sound of horses neighing could be heard, and a figure in black was galloping across the grassland.

The horse was wearing heavy iron armor, and its iron hooves were peeling off the weeds.

As for the warrior on horseback, his face was covered by armor, with only the red tassel burning like fire.

He held a big knife in his hand, a bow on his back, arrows hanging from his waist, and galloped freely on the grassland.

"who……"

"Who is coming..."

“Who is invading my land!!!”

Zhuang Ning was silent and still did not move.

But the knight became more and more irritable and angry, so behind him, ghosts appeared one after another, wearing the same armor, but without weapons, just quietly holding a lantern.

There was a dim light in the lantern, dispelling the darkness.

"Come on, evil king!"

"Where are you? Where are you?!"

He was speaking the lost grassland dialect, and his appearance made people feel subtly sad.

Zhuang Ning lowered his eyelids.

The identity of this warrior couldn't be more obvious, right?

The Nightmare Monarch, Harandu Khan, was a man immersed in his own nightmare, galloping across the grasslands of his own making day after day, looking for his enemies.

He wandered like this for a thousand years, however, the evil demon monarch still despised him and allowed him to be gradually corroded by madness.

Kill him here.

Zhuang Ning made up his mind, gathered his murderous intent, and aimed at Nightmare Khan's neck.

——Then he looked into the eyes of Nightmare Khan.

He saw the pair of red eyes beneath the helmet, telling of a thousand years of humiliation and anger!

"over there!"

"It's you! It's you! It's you!"

"You are the enemy I've been waiting for!"

The Nightmare Lord pulled the reins, and the hoofed beast under his crotch roared and accelerated continuously.

"I will kill you!" Harandu roared excitedly, pulled up the strong bow, the bowstring trembled, and the powerful arrow burst out with a shrill scream, just like a spear tearing through the darkness. The heavy arrow, which was far superior to the black iron, transcended sound, transcended matter, and hit the soul directly!

boom!

Zhuang Ning looked at the arrow in his hand.

He took it, and his arm was broken. It was unbelievable. Although he knew that Nightmare Khan was the best archer on the grassland, this arrow was definitely not something the Khan could have shot when he was alive!

How could this Khan be the one that Priseth scorned without words?

When he was alive, Harandu was already invincible, and after his death, his spirit came into contact with the realm of evil and floated into this area, continuing the killing spree he had carried out in his lifetime.

It was obvious that Priss was unable to get rid of this monster that fed on fear, so he banished him to this grassland, leaving him to gallop aimlessly, looking for an enemy he would never find!

Those evil demons that were muttering in the void just now did not dare to enter this grassland at all. Instead, I accidentally came here while looking for Priss.

"Anma, didn't you say you could teleport me to Precious accurately..."

This is too unreliable...Zhuang Ning originally wanted to complain in his heart, but considering that the price Anma paid was already high enough, he decided not to complain in the end.

Besides, he had no chance to complain. In the past thousand years, this Nightmare Khan had killed countless demons and swallowed countless fears.

If the present Khan were allowed to descend upon the earth, the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Ning smiled.

Crystals of Originium grew on his arm, and his damaged right hand regenerated in an instant.

Zhuang Ning exhaled and drew out his sword...Soul Summoning, this sword that targets souls is the most powerful weapon in the subspace.

Seeing that his arrow was blocked, Harandu was not angry, but overjoyed: "It is you, the Lord of the Evil!"

"Die! The one before you is the monarch blessed by the Eternal Heaven, the emperor of the world, the conqueror of the eagle and the Pegasus, the great ruler of the Khanate. Die!"