Ark, they don't revolve around you

He did not shoot again. Even though he had lost his mind, this best archer in the world still had instinctive combat wisdom and knew that he could not kill the enemy in front of him with just a few arrows.

So, he gripped the big knife tightly. The blade was so heavy that it would naturally cut a chasm in the earth when dragged on the grass. The Khan held it firmly.

The light suddenly disappeared.

Those Qiexues holding lanterns suddenly disappeared from Zhuang Ning's sight.

His eyes were focused only on Harandu, as if the whole world ordered him to see only Harandu and the horse under him.

Previously, Zhuang Ning had confronted the young daughter of the Khan. He admitted that she was an excellent fighter. No wonder the Chamber of Commerce placed its hopes on her.

However, it is just a foal after all, and is very different from her father. This Khan who regards himself as the sky is worthy of the title of emperor riding the world. He has a brutality that no other monarch can exude. He swallows up the heaven and earth and embraces the four seas. He will never give up until he turns the world into a racecourse... murderous intent!

Now, the murderous intent was in the hands of this monster. He let go of the reins and raised the big knife. The blade was covered with frost and flashed with cold blood!

Zhuang Ning's blood froze. In fact, he had never expected such a scene. Was this the evil demon that even Presesse was afraid of? Such a monster was actually bred on the land of Terra!

"I am Harandu, the Master of the Golden Tent!!!"

"Terra's soul... is here with me!!!"

The sword swung down, the same slash that had split Cresson, drawing the most perfect arc between heaven and earth, just as if the slash that separated the world from the gods had fallen!

The sound disappeared, and the chill of death penetrated into Zhuang Ning's consciousness. He roared, and a blazing light lit up in his eyes!

He hadn't met Priss yet, nor encountered those powerful enemies, so he hadn't intended to use his full strength. But this time he was going to face a real monster!

As the crown was woven, all the power of the Demon King was released, as if a spark had fallen into his heart. Under the pressure of death, Zhuang Ning finally integrated the power of all the Demon Kings of all generations.

The blood demon's power to control blood, the gargoyle's magic to manipulate earth and stone, the scavenger's swordplay of decay and decay, the fire demon's flames...

Everything was attached to Zhuang Ning's sword in a split second. He swung his arm, using all his strength to slash out with the sword. The colors of morning and evening flowed in the sword, carving the soul and nurturing life!

He was confident that the sword was perfect and strong enough to cut Cresson in two!

However, what is life? The most perfect arc slashed on the sword, and the shocking power broke through the layers of spells attached to the soul summoning, and finally, it split it in two!

The soul-calling function failed. This magic weapon that took half a year to forge shattered like a bubble even after Zhuang Ning cast many spells!

The blade's force was unabated as it chopped heavily into Zhuang Ning's left shoulder. Nightmare Khan raised the most ferocious grin on his face. In that smile there was the desolation and despair of losing everything, as well as anger and happiness.

He said, "Die!"

He put away his knife, and in a flash of lightning, he and Zhuang Ning were separated. The horse was still galloping forward. Khan shook off the blood on the knife, and the blood fell on the grass, as bright red as the setting sun!

The hoofed beast ran many more steps and finally stopped. There was a fluttering sound behind it, which was the sound of a corpse falling.

Khan turned his head and watched the Demon King fall, then he finally burst into laughter, but the laughter sounded like the roar of a wild beast. He slashed with the sword with the remaining obsession, but he might have already forgotten why he wanted to kill the evil demon king.

The laughter turned sad, and finally seemed to turn into crying.

The Khan sat motionless on his horse, weapon in hand, his smile gone. His turbid scarlet eyes surprisingly became clearer.

His madness and obsession dissipated together, and the Qiexue warriors reappeared, holding lanterns and clinging to his side. A large banner decorated with nine horsetails hung high in the air, with a totem of a horse on it.

The Khan was stunned, and for the first time, he uttered a clear voice: "Long time no see, warriors."

"We won..." The deep voice sounded like a father swearing to his child, "We are undefeated after all..."

however.

At the moment when the words fell, from the other side, the "person" who should have been cut in half actually stood up.

The flesh on his body began to regenerate and stick together, and his expression remained one of shock, as if to say, how can your cheat be bigger than mine?!

If he didn't have the health lock hack, he would have really died here.

Zhuang Ning lowered his head with a complicated expression, looking at the broken souls on the ground. He thought that he had put in a lot of effort, but he didn't expect that he would die before he even met Priss.

Zhuang Ning looked at the Khan with complicated feelings and sighed.

The two eyes met again, and Zhuang Ning immediately became alert.

Wouldn't it come again? Although he was immortal, dying once didn't feel good after all.

But Harandu did not move. He was silent for a long time. He said, "So, you are not a demon."

As if mocking himself, he said: "I thought I had really killed that demon that was harming our grassland..."

"Are you still conscious?" Zhuang Ning narrowed his eyes.

"It's just a flash of life... For the past thousand years, I just wanted to kill that demon, so I didn't turn into a demon." Khan raised his hand, and the hand connected to the knife was shrouded in black. "Soon, I will turn into a demon. Now it's just a flash of life."

He kicked his horse's belly and came to Zhuang Ning. He looked at him and exclaimed: "What a powerful warrior... Are you here to kill the evil demon too?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't use my full strength just now, are you okay?"

Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows.

Are you okay?

If being split in half is fine, then I'm probably not dead...

Seeing that Zhuang Ning didn't seem so happy, the Khan didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, the silence did not last long. Zhuang Ning asked, "What was that knife?"

"It has no name. We are barbarians and don't care about that." The Khan was silent for a moment and said softly, "But if it has to have a name, let's call it Demon Breaker, right?"

"Okay." Zhuang Ning nodded.

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed. Even though they all wanted to kill each other just now, now it seemed like they could sit down and talk.

"Any wine?" the Khan asked.

Zhuang Ning hesitated for a moment and threw out the Sami wine from his waist.

The Khan smelled it, drank it in big gulps, and praised it: "Good wine!"

He threw the wine to Zhuang Ning again, who shook his head: "I haven't finished what I need to do next."

"Go and kill the evil king?" Harandu soothed the horse, "That's a good ambition, but you still seem a little afraid."

"Can you tell?"

"If I can't see it, how can I be worthy of being called Khan?" Harandu laughed.

Zhuang Ning remained silent, the prophetic image still lingering in his mind.

Perhaps, his final outcome will be failure, like Nightmare Khan, sleeping in the shadows, eventually becoming an enemy of civilization, and being killed by someone who suddenly breaks in after a long time?

He had never expressed such fear, but the consequences of failure were too heavy...

"Fear is not something to be timid about," Khan said. "Fear can remind us and make us more cautious."

"Warrior, I don't know your name, nor do I need to know it. I just want to tell you that I was not born brave."

"When I was a child, my tribe was persecuted and my mother and I hid in the mountains and lived by picking wild fruits."

"I was also a coward, afraid of everything around me, until someone tried to bully me and steal my things. That was the first time I raised my knife and chopped off his hand..." Khan's eyes flickered, "Since then, I have never been cowardly again."

"I killed all the enemies who coveted my things, and I... became fear."

"So turn your fear into anger, and start with me!"

His eyes turned red again, and his brief lucidity disappeared. Outside the iron armor, there was a chilly chill and black air.

He is going to become a demon again.

This time, he could never wake up again.

Before that, the nightmare lord threw the big knife in his hand to Zhuang Ning and roared: "Use this knife to chop off the head of that evil demon!"

"Then, tell everyone that Harandu never gave in until the end!"

Zhuang Ning raised his eyelids: "You really don't regret it?"

"What's there to regret? This is who we are!" He laughed and fell silent again.

When he raised his eyes again, they had completely lost their luster. They became dull and lifeless, weird and crazy.

The lantern in Qiexue's hand gradually disappeared, darkness returned, and swallowed up the grass little by little.

The Khan, who had become an evil demon, galloped on his horse and charged towards Zhuang Ning again.

The demon king stroked the weapon thrown by Harandu, fell into deep thought for a moment, and smiled.

“I don’t regret it.”

"Yes, indeed... The key is that you must never regret it."

He grasped the hilt of the knife, and imagined in his mind the sword technique that the Khan had just used, that slash that seemed to be able to split the world apart!

At the moment when the evil Khan galloped in front of him, he leaped forward, swung his sword, and the last horse lantern cast its light on his face before it went out. His expression was calm, like water.

The knife flashed, and the blade drew the most perfect arc, piercing through the demon's armor and breaking open his chest.

Every movement was exactly the same as the Khan's just now. With just one glance, Zhuang Ning imitated the power that could create the world...destroying the devil exactly!

After one slash of the knife, the light of the lantern went out. Zhuang Ning looked back and could no longer see the shadow of the evil demon, nor the grassland or the golden tent. It was as if everything just now was just a dream.

Only the weight of the sword in his hands told him that everything was real.

"Transform fear into anger." Zhuang Ning repeated this sentence and smiled, "Yes..."

He once again took up his stance, facing the evil demons that were coming like a tidal wave, and recalled the Khan's sword strike.

Then, his lips moved slightly:

"Well, I'll go find you now, just wait a little longer."

Chapter 6 I'm going to take you away today

The sound faded away.

There was darkness at the end of his sight. Zhuang Ning roared from his throat, but there was no sound at all, as if he was drawn into the original darkness of the universe.

He waved his hands in panic, and the Originium condensed and burned, outlining a dark flame.

He had killed countless demons, and the foul smell was stirring in his soul.

But it’s still not enough…

It’s not enough, absolutely not enough!

The corners of his mouth showed an abnormal degree of laughter. Although there was no sound, a strange laughter appeared in his ears.

"what!!"

“Hahahaha!”

Why are you laughing?

Maybe rationality has evaporated, and there is only this kind of pure joy?

Don't think too much, don't worry too much.

Turning fear into rage, holding a big knife, he cut a bloody path in the darkness.

Is there any killing in this world that is more joyful and makes our blood boil? !

The blade was sharp, but the evil demons still didn't know how to live or die, and continued to attack the only survivor.

Although no sound was heard, they were also laughing. In this land of the dead, seeing the flesh and blood of the living, they couldn't wait to devour it.

From this point of view, everyone is the same...Zhuang Ning raised his sword and slashed it down, and a huge earthquake occurred, and all directions were empty.

One of his arms was broken. This was not the land of Terra, where he could draw energy from the source stone anytime and anywhere. But in this wasteland, Zhuang Ning was alone and had to spend all his energy resisting erosion.

After his arm had completely regenerated, Zhuang Ning stopped for the first time, gasping for breath, and watched more demons rush in.

The reaction in my heart became more and more intense.

This allowed Zhuang Ning to clearly recognize the direction of Precious, or in other words, it was Precious who asked these guys to attack him.

It was like a child holding a torch in the jungle, shouting, "I'm here."

That's really thoughtful. This way I won't get lost.

After a short rest, Zhuang Ning picked up his weapon again.

In the desolate area, above the palace.

On the spotless white seat, Precious laughed, her pretty face was so happy, and she smiled at her "fellow countrymen":

"See? That's my doctor."