The Seventh Year the Demon King Captured the Holy Monarch

The sky over the Gasuo Abyss suddenly changed.

The earth cracked in the tremors, and the earth fire gushed from the crevices of the rocks. The miasma surged, emitting a ghostly howl, and countless monsters fled in the forest.

One by one, the demons raised their faces in panic from the ground, looking into the distance.

“The fire vein is angry…”

They first murmured, and then shouted, “The fire vein–is angry–!”

Inside the grand stone hall of the royal court, the young king Tianpo suddenly stood up, showing an incredulous look, “The earth fire is boiling, could it be!?”

The high priest Tada, who was originally stroking his white beard, put down his trembling hand.

His pair of old eyes were round. “Demon King…”

“A new demon king bloodline…has been born!”

Tianpo was so anxious that she stomped her feet. “Why does it have to be at this time!”

“Who was sent to crusade against the tribe of Guleilong?”

“It was…General Asayin.”

The majesty of the royal court had never been violated, let alone the opponent using such despicable means as attacking the surrendering inferior demons who were unarmed.

Since the affiliated tribe had been identified, it must be crusaded.

General Asayin was ordered to go on an expedition, and the royal court’s army pointed directly to the end of the west. Guleilong was just a small leader with mediocre vision and ability. He had previously shown a pleasing attitude to the Demon King, but this year his son Yinsha showed signs of bloodline awakening, and the priest also made a prophecy, so he couldn’t sit still.

At this point, Guleilong regretted it–how he hated his own obsession, rashly provoking that Broken Horn Demon King, not only resulted in a complete defeat, but also attracted the siege of the royal court’s army!

Back then, such powerful Heitor and Watie all fell under the iron cavalry of the royal court. His small tribe, where could it resist?

After a short three to five days of confrontation, there was already a trend of defeat.

Unexpectedly, an abrupt change occurred.

In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains swayed, and black flames scorched the wild grass on the plain.

The wildebeests were all startled and neighed, the soldiers’ weapons slipped from their hands, they were thrown off their horses, and fell on the violently shaking ground.

“Don’t panic!!”

Asayin struggled to suppress the restless wildebeest, and thrust the broad knife in his hand forward, “Shield!”

The infantrymen holding heavy shields roared and rushed forward, trying to use the shield entwined with demonic breath to resist the fire. However, after only a few breaths, black flame surged, and the soldiers screamed in the roasting!

“I am the Demon King!!”

On the opposite side, a young demon laughed wildly.

In the black flames, his coiled horns lengthened to twice their original size, giving off an iron-like glow, and the invisible pressure spread in all directions with the demonic breath.

He arrogantly threw away the knife in his hand, and then used his scale claws to tear off his armor. All the demons could see that he was undergoing a transformation, and the scales on his body kept falling off and new ones were growing.

Asayin’s cheeks were tight, and his eyes were filled with coldness. “The black flame of demonic breath… the bloodline of a Demon King…”

The young demon danced in the flames, his facial features were frantic, “Hahaha, I am the Demon King, I am the real Demon King in the prophecy!!”

Guleilong was reborn from desperation, his face flushed with excitement, and he shouted. “Good, good! My son is the Demon King–”

“The Demon King Yinsha was born! My son Yinsha of Guleilong, the true lord of the abyss!”

However, he did not see that the old priest behind the army shook his head, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

The old priest was very old, and he had witnessed the grand scene of the Broken Horn Demon King awakening his bloodline back then. He remembered that day, the black flames rose from the earth, illuminating the entire Gasuo.

Because of this, when he calculated from the revelation of the prophecy that there would be a more powerful Demon King to replace Hun Yao, his already old heart couldn’t help but throb.

However, at this moment, looking at the leader’s son who was going mad in front of the two armies, a trace of confusion flashed in the old priest’s turbid eyes.

Could it be that the so-called true Demon King in the prophecy, the aptitude and temperament, is just like this?

“Retreat.”

On the other side, Asayin made a decision immediately. For the demons, the suppression of the bloodline had been engraved in their bones. No matter how capable this newly born Demon King was, once the formation and the military’s mind were chaotic, continuing to fight would only result in losses.

“General!” A royal court soldier pointed to the distance, “Look, the earth fire! It’s almost burning up to the Cliff Moon!”

Asayin couldn’t help but look into the distance. Under the dim sky, the traces of the rising earth fire burned a faint bright mark on the cliffs.

He frowned with worry.

The barrier cliff, the King and Langmuir…

……

When the change came, Hun Yao realized what had happened earlier than anyone else.

He hugged Langmuir and the fox fur blanket together into his arms, picked them up and rushed towards the direction of the wooden house.

“My King!?” Langmuir didn’t care about love or not, and whether to give up or not. He was so surprised that he subconsciously clung to Hun Yao’s shoulder, “What happened?”

“Stay inside and don’t come out!!”

Hun Yao’s face was ashen, he pushed Langmuir into the house. “The earth fire and miasma will erupt soon, I can’t take care of you!”

Without time to explain in detail, Hun Yao slammed the door shut with the back of his hand, turned around and leaned against the door with his back… He had caused such changes himself in the past, so he was all too familiar with it.

Sure enough, only a moment passed, and disaster struck.

The sky lost its light and became dark. The fire vein roared from the depths of the earth’s crust. Hun Yao had just managed to open his demonic breath to protect the house when the earth fire erupted violently from the cliff!

The flowers and grass that were still swaying in the morning light a moment ago turned into ashes in an instant. The small lives that couldn’t even let out a cry dissipated from the pistil to the root, as if they had never existed.

Then, more miasma expanded under the heat of the earth fire, spreading like a formless gray tide of insects, until it hit the black flame rising from the Demon King’s palm.

At this moment, Hun Yao had nothing in his heart but fear.

He dared not think: If he hadn’t brought Langmuir to the barrier cliff where the miasma was thinnest, if he hadn’t built such a house covered with fine silver…

Given Langmuir’s condition, if he encountered such a severe miasma eruption in the royal court, it could directly take his life!

It was about a quarter of an hour of stalemate.

The eruption of the earth fire and miasma slowly subsided.

Hun Yao withdrew his demonic breath with cold sweat, and staggered a step in exhaustion.

The barrier cliff in front of him had changed, and the surface of the earth was crisscrossed with scorched marks, like the claw marks of a demon.

Hun Yao couldn’t care about anything else, he pushed open the wooden door behind him.

“Langmuir…”

He saw Langmuir, but not on that bed.

Langmuir was standing barefoot by the window, staring blankly at the barrier cliff that had been burned by the earth fire.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head back very slowly, and said softly with sadness, “My King, my…flowers…”

The intense sadness that was suffocating came mixed in with the light words.

Hun Yao suddenly felt cold all over for some reason. He tried to calm down and said, “It’s okay, be good, it’s okay, we can plant again, I’ll plant with you.”

Langmuir shook his head slightly, his eyes suddenly lost focus, and he slowly collapsed as if his strength had been drained.

He fell into Hun Yao’s arms, staring blankly at the Demon King’s broken horn and shedding tears.

“That was…I…planted for you…”

Hun Yao was panicked and helpless, and finally sat down slowly on the ground with Langmuir in his arms in fear. He stiffly tried to wipe the tear stains on the human’s face, but the water marks became more and more, more and more.

“Don’t be like this, Langmuir, don’t be like this…”

“I’ve agreed to open the barrier, I believe in you, okay? So stop crying, okay?”

Langmuir just shook his head with his eyes closed.

No… no…

Where was he really crying for a few flowers?

He had tried his best to do everything well, but the variables could easily burn his flowers, and naturally, they could destroy his painstaking efforts of thousands of days and nights.

With the birth of a new Demon King, according to the customs of the abyss, there must be a battle between him and the old Demon King, and it was destined to be a fight to the death.

If Hun Yao lends him his demonic breath first, how will he fight next?

Even if the Demon King chose to fight immediately and lent his demonic breath after winning, his old wounds simply wouldn’t be able to bear such a load, it would be fatal.

Langmuir took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice, “My King, please return to the royal court quickly. As for the barrier, I will think of other ways. Whether it’s asking for help from the young king, or…”

“No,” Hun Yao interrupted him, “I can agree to you opening the barrier, but lending out the demonic breath can only be done by me.”

Langmuir angrily said, “This is not the time to be stubborn, you will die!”

“Will die, so what?” Hun Yao said in a deep voice. At the time of parting, Langmuir was actually preparing to drive him back to the royal court. This made the Demon King extremely annoyed, “Langmuir, is my life and death more important in your heart than opening the Gasuo barrier?”

Langmuir’s eyes widened slightly.

“…” He moved his pale lips, showing a helpless and hurt expression, like a rabbit that had been accurately shot in the hind leg by a hunter.

A subtle pleasure suddenly surged in the Demon King’s heart,

He suddenly discovered that when his own life and Langmuir’s life were put on the scale of choice together, he was no longer so desperate.

“The Demon King’s sacrifice for the abyss is more than reasonable. You don’t love me, you’re not my queen, you’re just one of my slaves, why do you care about my life or death?”

“…You are important to me,” Langmuir’s voice was sour, “I hope you…live.”

“Yes, you hope I live, you hope that everything except yourself lives, and is happy.”

Hun Yao said gloomily, “I don’t want to fulfill your wish.”

Langmuir bit his lip tightly, panting and unable to speak.

A rare sharp fierceness lit up in his eyes. “No.”

“What you said…is wrong.”

“How is it wrong?”

Langmuir was silent. Hun Yao carefully wiped away the last tear stain from the corner of his eye, picked him up again, and placed him on the bed.

Just then, the Demon King heard the human’s soft whisper, choked with sobs. “I can’t explain…but I know it’s wrong.”

He couldn’t explain what was wrong, Langmuir thought.

If other creatures died in front of him, he would cry, feel guilty, and pray for their peace after death. If the deceased died unjustly, he would seek justice for this poor person… that’s why he came to the abyss.

But Hun Yao was different, he didn’t want Hun Yao to die…If Hun Yao died, his heart would hurt as if it had been torn apart, his soul would become confused and numb, and the light in his eyes would lose its spark.

He didn’t know what this feeling was, he only had such intense emotions for Hun Yao, perhaps it’s guilt, he thought.

He didn’t think about “what if Hun Yao dies in front of him”, he just hoped Hun Yao lived.

No, Langmuir thought again, that’s not right.

He doesn’t hope Hun Yao lives.

He wants Hun Yao to live.

Langmuir thought so, so he said it. When he spoke, he didn’t know where the strength came from, he hugged Hun Yao tightly, “…I want you to live.”

Just then, he seemed to see a goose feather-like white thing flashing outside the window.

Langmuir was stunned. “It’s snowing.”

Hun Yao frowned sharply, reached out to touch his forehead. “Don’t talk nonsense, it’s still early for winter.”

But the human grabbed his finger, shook it urgently. “Really…it’s really snowing…”

“My King, look outside.”

Hun Yao’s expression changed, and he looked back. Through that oddly shaped wooden window, he saw the dark low sky, and the white snow falling slowly in the wind.

It was snowing.

Just a few days ago, the Demon King was still solemnly telling his sick slave that until it snows, you would still be alive and well.

But fate descended from the sky.