The Seventh Year the Demon King Captured the Holy Monarch

What destiny, they are all lies.

It tells humans that the evil demons will return to the abyss, and the people who believe in the Goddess will stay in the happy spring; it also tells the demons that they cannot stop fighting and should not avoid death.

It’s like a sweet and greasy poisonous weed, paralyzing the souls that should be free, making them willingly submit to the current injustice or suffering.

The wind passed by the ear like a knife tip, Langmuir thought: He had been deceived once.

So he will never watch others be deceived a second time.

The dark flames exploded in front of the formation. The splashing limbs and blood were burned into ashes by the flames before they touched the humans.

There were screams of fear in the tribal alliance, and the demon soldiers fled in all directions.

“The Demon King!” they shouted.

“We were deceived, the Demon King is here!!”

“Nonsense, are you blind, that’s not the Demon King, it’s a human! Don’t retreat, don’t retreat!!”

The leader Heitor swung his whip and yelled, slashing several retreating soldiers with his knife, but still couldn’t stop the defeated formation.

Suddenly, dust rose on the plain, and thousands of armored wildebeests made a shocking sound on the ground.

“Leader!” Heitor’s personal guard captain came on horseback, “We were schemed, that is the army of the Demon King!”

“What!” Heitor was shocked and looked around in panic. At this moment, the army in front was in chaos, the ground collapsed, and the flames rose like dark clouds!

The wildebeest carried the young man in a white robe through the enemy line.

Heitor’s face was pale, unbelievable. “Is it him? The Holy Monarch of the Human Race…Langmuir Brett…!”

Langmuir, unknown where he picked up an iron long sword, the demon’s weapon was too heavy for him and not handy, but it could be used reluctantly.

“——Leader Heitor!” he said coldly, “Didn’t you swear to kill the human who eroded the abyss?”

“Come, come and kill me!”

Heitor’s face was twisted, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

This leader, who led one of the largest tribes in the abyss and carried the bloodline of the great demon, actually dared not come forward personally–back then, he also witnessed the great battle between the Demon King and the Holy Monarch with his own eyes.

All he could do was curse bitterly. “Hun Yao, that traitor, actually shared the demonic breath with you!? How dare he!!”

Langmuir: “What, don’t you dare to come and kill me? If so, give you a chance to survive: surrender to my King and swear to offer your eternal loyalty.”

“Pooh,” Heitor turned around and gave orders to his generals, “You guys, kill this arrogant human pig for me!”

Five demon generals shouted and surrounded the human from different directions.

Langmuir said contemptuously. “Coward.”

At this time, the battlefield was completely chaotic. The army led by Moduo and other royal generals cut off Heitor’s tribal alliance in the waist, and the soldiers of the tribe ran around like headless flies.

Langmuir clenched the long sword, and the dark fire on the tip of the blade was burning, and the firelight reflected the human’s face with a terrifying beauty, he was like a god who brought down the punishment.

Wildebeests crossed each other. In an instant, the tall demon screamed and rolled down from the saddle, the cut horns “thud” fell to the ground, and were immediately covered by the dust on the battlefield.

Langmuir casually made a sword flower, and the tip of the sword pointed at the next enemy who came.

The ordinary iron sword, in the pale palm of the human, turned into a light that appeared and disappeared from time to time, and no demon could be a match for this silver-haired young man.

In a blink of an eye, two demon generals’ horns were cut off, another was pierced through the heart with a sword, and the remaining two were picked off their horses. And Langmuir almost didn’t slow down from beginning to end. He squinted his eyes and stared at the majestic, long-horned demon in front of him–

He recognized that it was the leader who had once declared war on Hun Yao.

Once this demon is resolved, the war is over.

Heitor had already been scared and pale, and he ran away on his horse.

“Leader Heitor,” the human’s voice chased him from behind, “you still have a chance to surrender now.”

Heitor ignored him, he had the fastest and strongest horse in the entire tribe.

It’s just a defeat! Heitor swung his whip in panic, whipping all the soldiers blocking his way. It’s just a defeat, as long as he escapes from here, he can still…

When this scene fell into Langmuir’s eyes, those light purple eyes completely froze.

The demons had always been barbaric and crazy, he of course knew.

But even so, within the same race, there were always differences between the noble and the despicable.

The Demon King, in order to win, did not hesitate to use himself as bait, and the leader, in order to avoid failure, slashed at the warriors who shed blood for him.

In front, Heitor’s figure had become very small. Langmuir’s expression was still calm.

He picked up a longbow from the saddle of a fallen demon general, picked out an arrow, and then stretched out his slender arm to pull the bowstring full.

“Rest in peace.” The Holy Monarch said softly.

The next moment, the arrow left the string like a meteor.

……

The moment he saw Langmuir in the chaotic army, Hun Yao almost doubted whether he was really going to die, and then he would see such an illusion.

“My King!”

Langmuir held a long sword and came on horseback. He anxiously stopped the horse in front of Hun Yao, looked up and down at the Demon King who was almost covered in blood, “I have been looking for you for a long time! How are you…”

Hun Yao was dumbfounded: “You…you!”

Ten thousand questions rushed through the Demon King’s mind: Why is he here? How did he get here!? Did he kill all the way?

Are you kidding me, that Langmuir who even feels sorry for killing a bug!?

And, he can actually manipulate the demonic breath in his body… How much can this guy bear, he didn’t reveal a bit before!

“Heitor is dead, the defeat of the tribal alliance is only a matter of time.”

Langmuir held the reins of Hun Yao’s wildebeest and said in a low voice, “My King, let’s go.”

Hun Yao almost didn’t come up in one breath, he coughed out two mouthfuls of blood foam, staring at the human in front of him. “You killed Heitor!?”

“Accidentally met,” Langmuir said succinctly, “I was worried that you would not want to leave with me, so I thought about it and killed him.”

In a few words, the demon soldiers around had already surrounded them and they had repelled two waves, and they dared not approach for a while.

After being besieged for so long, Hun Yao was seriously injured. There were several severe external injuries visible to the naked eye. Fortunately, they were not fatal to the demons.

What’s more dangerous was the hidden danger of excessive blood loss and demonic breath backlash, but these couldn’t be seen at a glance how serious they were.

“My King can’t fight anymore.” Langmuir immediately made a judgment, stretched out his hand, “Please give me your scimitar.”

“…Do you know what you are talking about?” The Demon King looked weird, “Langmuir, you are a slave…”

Langmuir: “Okay, I know, give me the scimitar.”

Hun Yao: “.”

Tsk, it turns out that this guy also has impatient times.

Just such a trance, Hun Yao’s hand was already empty.

Langmuir dropped the long sword – the ordinary iron could not withstand the roasting of the pure demonic breath, and there were some gaps – he changed to a bronze curved knife in his hand, and said, “My King, you get on my horse.”

This time Hun Yao didn’t insist, his wildebeest was indeed exhausted, and he himself was about to be exhausted. Anyway, the scimitar was handed over, what does it matter to ride together?

The Demon King quickly rode on the slave’s wildebeest and sat behind the slave.

Langmuir was still not at ease, he pulled Hun Yao’s arm around his waist, frowned uneasily. “You won’t fall off, will you.”

Hun Yao’s mouth twitched. “…I really gave you courage.”

The process of rushing out was actually much easier. The tribal alliance army had already been defeated like a mountain, let alone organizing a powerful siege, even the soldiers who dared to stop in front of them were almost no longer.

The sound of the wind brought the dawn of victory. After the tense nerves relaxed a little bit, Hun Yao stared at the silver hair beside Langmuir’s ears in front of him, and couldn’t help but feel a little dazed.

…Actually, he had always known that Langmuir was very good at fighting. He also knew that the kindness of the Holy Monarch did not represent weakness and fear.

Over the years, as more and more demons gradually regarded Langmuir as a submissive slave, only the Demon King himself still remembered the Holy Monarch of that year.

In Hun Yao’s eyes, Langmuir was like a sword willing to be sheathed. He had been waiting for the day when this sword would shine again.

During countless nights of sharing the same bed, he was half excited and half apprehensive, imagining the sword pointing at him when it was unsheathed.

But the Demon King never expected such a situation. He couldn’t imagine that when Langmuir’s edge reappeared in the abyss, it was to protect him.

The enemy who ruined him back then, but now came to save him.

He came for him and bled for him.

Langmuir…Langmuir.

“My King.” The human in front suddenly called him.

Hun Yao’s senses had already begun to dull, and he hung his head without responding.

Langmuir suddenly grabbed his wrist and shook it. “My King! Wake up!”

“Hold on a little longer, don’t fall asleep. I may not be able to hold on to take you back to the camp…”

Langmuir’s fingers were as cold as ice cubes, and the Demon King who was almost exhausted was suddenly sobered.

What is this person saying!?

Hun Yao subconsciously grabbed and touched the warm and wet fabric.

That was Langmuir’s robe.

“Langmuir!?”

A bad premonition made his spine chill instantly, Hun Yao violently turned the human’s face, and almost stopped breathing immediately—

Langmuir’s eyes were scattered, his lips slightly opened, and most of his pale lower jaw was all dyed red.

He didn’t know when he started to vomit blood, and more than half of the front of his white robe had been soaked.

“…——!!”

Hun Yao’s vision went black, and he felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest, and he couldn’t even shout.

He held Langmuir in his arms with one hand, and grabbed the reins of the wildebeest with the other, and roared, “What have you done!!”

“Langmuir, what exactly——wait, demonic breath, is it demonic breath! You can’t bear the backlash of using demonic breath, can you!?”

Langmuir just shook his head, he held the Demon King’s wrist tightly with his cold fingers, very hard, as if to infuse some will.

“…In the future,” he said word by word with difficulty, “My King, don’t do this again, okay.”

“Lord Moduo told me that dying in battle is the fate of the strong demons…but I…I don’t want you to die like this.”

“I hope my King can live a long time… live a hundred years, preferably two hundred years. Become very old, old to the point where you can’t lift a knife or ride a horse, old to the point where your hair is white and your teeth are loose…”

“…Old to the point where you can only lie in a rocking chair, telling your children and grandchildren about those legendary stories of the past.”

Hun Yao stared at the human with eyes about to burst. It seemed as if his chest was torn open, and what flowed out was not blood, but countless unspeakable emotions.

Those emotions were too hot and too sad, he couldn’t face them at all, he could only say hoarsely, “Stop talking. I understand, Langmuir, stop talking.”

Langmuir sighed lowly, and there was a faint tear in his eyes. “I…I hope…you can die without any disease or disaster, with no regrets in your heart, and all the children will come to the bedside to see you off when you leave…”

“If it’s a good day, it would be better, you can lie in the sun, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers…”

“Stop talking!” Hun Yao roared, “What nonsense are you talking about! How can the demons in the abyss die peacefully, how can there be any sunshine and flowers——”

“If…” Langmuir’s voice became smaller and smaller, almost whispering, “If there is one in the future.”

His vision gradually darkened, and he couldn’t even see Hun Yao’s face clearly, he was still saying, “If there is…can you promise me.”

He pleaded with his last strength.

“My King, you must die like this, okay?”