Great Light Calendar year 898.
The demon race, which had been sealed for two hundred years, emerged from the abyss.
At this time, humans had been living comfortably under the protection of the Temple of Light and the Goddess for too long. The kingdom was almost forgetting this terrifying race beneath the abyss. Only those old people with white hair and loose teeth would tirelessly tell the story of the demons to their grandchildren.
“They have huge horns on their heads, their bodies are covered with ugly scales, and they have sharp claws and teeth… But the most terrifying thing is that this race has a naturally cruel and evil heart… Hey, listen, listen, little one. If you cry again, the demon king will come to take you away at night and swallow you into his stomach!”
“Grandpa is lying! Grandpa is lying! Mom said that the demons have been locked in the abyss long ago, and the demon king is already dead!”
“Oh, little one, don’t you know that the demon king can be resurrected?”
“Then there will also be the Son of God who will kill it again, just as how the song is sung!”
…….
The wind and sand carried the smell of blood, drilling through the broken walls between the earth walls.
The “resurrected” demon king was sitting bored in the center of the big tent. He had a long black tail that dragged on the ground, and an overly eye-catching broken horn–but apart from that, his face was young and his features were deep. If he wasn’t a different race with scales, everyone who saw him would inevitably exclaim a word of heroism.
At this moment, he was dipping the tip of his fingernail in red ink, drawing a blood-red line on the sheepskin map–from the abyss, stretching to the royal city.
Suddenly, there was a burst of wailing outside the big tent, and the smell of blood became heavier.
That was not a battle, but an execution.
Since they crawled out of the cold and dark abyss and stepped on this rich and warm land, these demons were like crazy, burning, killing, and looting all the way, and simply couldn’t be suppressed at all.
Hun Yao severely dealt with a group of soldiers who were doing whatever they wanted. Small mistakes were punished by breaking the horns, and big mistakes were punished by beheading. Only then did they reluctantly regain some military discipline.
“There’s no way around it,” said the leader Zhenzan, sitting next to him, “Our warriors from the abyss are not as cowardly and afraid of death as humans, but sometimes those who are too fearless are hard to control…”
At this point, this muscular middle-aged female demon’s eyes lit up, “Ah, speaking of humans, my guard caught a good-looking human for me yesterday.”
“Oh my, I’ve never seen such a tender little guy. His temper is also very cute, especially when he cries helplessly at me…I can’t help but want to take him back to the abyss and raise him.”
Hun Yao suddenly looked up, “Can humans also be taken back to raise?”
He seemed to be interested all of a sudden, threw away the map in his hand, sat up straight and asked, “How do you raise them?”
Zhenzan shook her head. “Not for long, not for long! But well, it’s not bad to be able to taste it for a few more months.”
Well, it turned out that Zhenzan didn’t know how to raise them either. The Demon King turned his face back in disappointment.
But then again, in the eyes of most demons, humans were just beautiful pigs, no matter how beautiful they were. If they were brought to the abyss, they would probably just be treated like livestock.
It seemed that if he wanted to learn how to keep humans for a long time, the Demon King would have to work hard himself, he thought.
Under the king’s instruction, the demon army chose the most risky strategy.
This group of inherently warlike alien races did not stay long under any city, but went directly to the central depth of the human territory.
Before Hun Yao led the demon army out of the abyss, he carefully selected for two months, and finally equipped all the most robust wildebeest and the most skilled cavalry. If they charged at full speed, the human army’s mounts could not catch up at all.
For this kind of high-speed march, the leader Watie was the first to be dissatisfied.
“My King.” He shouted, “Why don’t you allow us to attack the city? My warriors are tired, they need wine and fresh meat!”
Hun Yao rode on a wildebeest, looked back at the silhouette of the city that had been thrown behind, and sneered, “The few border cities near the abyss all have a faint aura of light Mana…Someone has prepared in advance. Do you want to send your warriors to die?”
The leader Heitor shouted loudly, “My King, what’s so great about human Mana? Can it be compared to our demon’s demonice breath? Besides, that little Mana is at most a defensive formation. I, Heitor alone, can smash it!”
Hun Yao pointed to his broken horn, “Some humans knew to shoot at the Demon King’s horn seven years ago, will the few cities around the abyss be undefended?”
“As for wine and fresh meat,” the Demon King raised his head, squinted his eyes to let the sunlight fall on his face, “The most beautiful wine, the freshest meat, are all in the human king’s royal city. The good things there are worthy of our warriors.”
….
That evening, the demon army set up camp in a desolate suburb. There was no one around, and there was only a deserted small temple nearby.
Heitor pointed at the golden statue of the Goddess of Light and was the first to laugh loudly, “These stupid human pigs actually built the temple more luxurious than their own houses!”
“——Now where, there’s no sign of any damn God of Light coming to save these poor believers!”
The statue was soon smashed, miserably leaving only half of its body. The demons threw the golden statue of the Goddess out into the wilderness outside, and took turns sitting on the god platform, laughing and playing.
Hun Yao didn’t join in this boring farce, he saw that the camp was set up, so he rode on a wildebeest, picked a dozen guards, and went out to inspect himself.
When he came back, the sunset clouds covered the sky, and in the Temple of Light occupied by the demons, someone was singing shakily.
Because of some well-known past, the Demon King always cared more about the Temple of Light than ordinary demons. He wondered if some clergyman was caught because he couldn’t escape in time, and suddenly became interested.
Hun Yao ordered the guards to return to the big tent first, he didn’t even get off his mount, and rode straight in.
However, the result was somewhat disappointing to him.
The one singing inside was not a clergyman of this temple. It was the human captive mentioned by Zhenzan before: a very fair and delicate man, or boy, who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old.
He was dressed in a white robe of a senior priest from the Temple of Light, which was stolen from somewhere. Two demons were pressing him down, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
The leader Zhenzan sat in the place where the statue used to be, drinking and waving a whip, seemingly forcing the boy to sing.
The little guy’s cheeks were swollen badly, and several blood marks had been drawn on his body. His eyes were full of hatred with tears. He also had somewhat a rare strong and unyielding integrity, and he was singing loudly…
[…In the far north of the snow mountain, under the dark abyss,
Breeds the ugly demon race, and the most evil demon king;
Fire nurtures them, forging a greedy heart,
Cruelty, coldness, and cunning, transformed into sharp teeth, hard scales, and sharp claws,
That is the bloodline of sin and evil, the brethren of evil;
The Goddess sealed them, on the border of Gasuo,
Until the demon is reborn, the war fire burns through the city wall;
Bringing the shadow of death, endless sorrow,
The people long for salvation, the crying is heartbreaking…]
Hun Yao rode in at this time, his upright figure was coated with a golden red edge by the sunset.
He was wearing a light armor, and when he landed, it made a clanging sound. The demons who were laughing and scolding were all scared and dared not make a fuss anymore.
Zhenzan, who was already half-drunk, widened her eyes, jumped up as if her buttocks were on fire, “My…my King!?”
The human teenager also stared at Hun Yao in surprise, seemingly not expecting the “incarnation of evil” in the legend to look like this, and blurted out, “You–you are…the Demon King?”
“Ugly demon race, and the most evil demon king…”
The Demon King casually took off his armor, slowly chewed the lyrics he heard outside, and said faintly, “It sounds quite nice.”
Zhenzan’s face immediately turned red with anger and embarrassment. She was still fresh to this young man, and even his overly gentle resistance could be seen as a cat playing with a mouse.
But she didn’t expect that such a disrespectful song was actually heard by the king, which was unimaginable rudeness!
“Damn lowly pig! Crow with a sore tongue!” She cursed with blood-red eyes, grabbed the whip angrily, “You should have been skinned alive early–”
Hun Yao, however, not only didn’t care, but also stopped Zhenzan’s whip, and said to the boy, “Keep singing.”
Zhenzan: “My King…!”
Hun Yao: “Listen to me.”
The boy’s expression changed a couple of times, and he quickly found back his feelings of hatred and resentment. He sneered, pulled his trembling voice, and continued to sing loudly–
[Inheriting the will of the Goddess, the Son of God drew his longbow,
Killed the evil demon king, on the icy cliff;
Ah, my omniscient and omnipotent Goddess, my bright golden sun;
The light illuminates the earth,
Expelling the bloodline of sin and evil, the brethren of evil,
The people celebrate with tears, for the coming spring light!
Goddess, Goddess…
Evil brethren, evil brethren,
Will eventually perish on this earth…]
…..
The song finally ended here.
The lyrics became more and more excessive towards the end, and the surrounding demons had long been frightened and silent.
Hun Yao didn’t even look at him, and lazily said, “Quite skilled. How many years have you been singing this song?”
The boy straightened his waist and said resentfully, “The villagers of our Carwen village have been singing it from generation to generation since birth. Kill me, the end of you demons, everyone knows, it doesn’t lack me!”
Generation after generation. Hun Yao sneered disdainfully. He thought that regardless of this boy, when his father learned to sing this song, he probably hadn’t been born yet.
It turned out that on this sun-drenched land, there were countless people who had been singing songs cursing his death since before he was born.
Unfortunately, the plan of the Son of God to kill the Demon King was not successful. Now it’s the turn of this group of singing-loving humans to carefully experience what was called “the shadow of death” and what was called “endless sorrow”.
The leader Zhenzan was very uneasy and insisted on executing this guy who insulted the king. Hun Yao, on the other hand, patted her shoulder and said, “Alright, alright, don’t pretend in front of me. When you leaders cursed me back then, your words were much more vicious than his.”
After saying that, the Demon King walked straight out. He left a sentence at the end, “We won’t stay in the human world for long, it’s rare to come out and see the sun once, why be so nervous…Just have fun.”
But in the end, the young man was not only not taken back to the abyss by Zhenzan, but also saved his life.
That was because after the battle of the royal city, the Holy Monarch Langmuir, at the cost of his own submission, asked the Demon King to release all the human subjects captured by the demon army.
Hun Yao originally didn’t intend to allow the demons to take a large number of human slaves back to the abyss. To put it bluntly, compared with the cunning human race, the brains of the demons were indeed a bit stubborn.
The big demons like leaders and priests were okay, those squeaky and noisy inferior demons could only be described as stupid. Letting humans into the abyss may not cause a storm for a while, but it was easy to bury hidden dangers.
Therefore, he readily agreed to Langmuir’s request, and also became the only demon in the abyss who owned a human.
As for the young man who had been played with by the leader Zhenzan, Hun Yao had long thrown him into some corner of his memory.
Until after seven years of magnificent waves, it seemed that the wind and waves finally calmed down and the end came.
That song full of hatred suddenly revived, like a ghost, echoing in the Demon King’s mind–
And the melody that Langmuir plucked alone in the middle of the night, coldly overlapped.
