The abyss was too dark, and too cold.
Perhaps he was wrong, Langmuir thought. He shouldn’t measure a group of demons with human concepts.
At this time, the surroundings had cooled down completely, and it was already pitch dark. Langmuir had vomited everything he could, and he stood up leaning on the tree trunk with weak legs.
Perhaps it’s precisely because it’s irredeemably rotten that there were wars and famines everywhere, and even the children in the tribe couldn’t escape the fate of tragic death.
…If not, why would the demons be sealed underground by the gods?
So, he must kill the Demon King.
The huge impact made Langmuir’s thoughts and emotions somewhat chaotic. Only the task given to him by the elder still guided him like a lighthouse.
He couldn’t sleep, so he traveled overnight.
But once you start paying attention to certain things, the concept can never go back.
The son of god found that there were hungry demons all over the abyss, most of which were referred to as inferior demons or ordinary demons in books. When they fell on the ground and groaned, their desperate eyes were clearly no different from humans.
He also found that the vegetation in the abyss was scarce, and there were demon beasts running around everywhere. The surface was cracked, and sometimes strange flames burned upwards.
Such a harsh environment…
The son of god’s heart was filled with complicated emotions. After killing the Demon King, among these demons, those who are not hopeless, such as children… is it possible to bring them back to the human world?
In the underground without sunlight, Langmuir could only judge the passage of time by the faint changes in light. The first day passed like this.
Fortunately, the area of the abyss was not very vast, only equivalent to a large city in the human kingdom. Langmuir groped forward along the induction of the soul imprint. By the next morning, he had already come to a very close place.
The terrain in front of him had already become uneven, with rocks piled up under the dim sky. The sparse plants were sharp, all twisted and dried.
Langmuir suddenly realized something strange: his soul imprint seemed to be moving. Had the golden feather arrow fallen into the hands of a demon?
Suddenly, an unknown bird-like monster screamed and flew up, and several rocks rolled down!
Langmuir’s expression sank solemnly, he retreated and hid in the shadows.
Just then, three demons clad in armor leaped down from the huge rock above his head!
Then, another five. A total of eight ugly black-skinned demons holding weapons fell down, their faces flashing with excited killing intent, as if they were chasing some prey.
Five of them rushed forward, and the other three demons sniffed and walked towards the shadow next to the rock.
Soon, they grinned, “Ha, look what we found…”
“A beautiful little inferior demon! Worth catching and offering to Lord Watie as a slave.”
…In the shadows, Langmuir stood up, his face indifferent, without fear.
These demons who were wantonly wielding malice finally matched his understanding of “demons”. For some reason, the son of god breathed a sigh of relief.
He asked, “What are you chasing?”
The response was the attack of scaly claws and blades.
Langmuir took a half step back and drew his short sword.
The son of god’s sword was too fast. He killed a demon in the time it took to inhale, and another in the time it took to exhale.
The bodies fell to the ground with a dull sound, two consecutive sounds: thump, thump…
Thump!
The third demon didn’t die when it fell.
Langmuir placed his short sword across its neck.
“What are you chasing?”
“You…you…you…!!”
The demon’s face turned pale, staring at the beautiful little “inferior demon” in front of him as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes bulging out.
Finally, its face twisted, and it choked out sharply, “Monster! You can’t possibly be an inferior demon, what are you!?”
Langmuir pressed the short sword down a bit.
“Chasing what?”
“Demon…Demon King!” The demon screamed in fear, “The Broken Horn Demon King sneaked into Watie’s territory, we are chasing the Broken Horn Demon King!”
Chasing…what?
Demons were chasing their king?
Langmuir was stunned for a second, and the demon suddenly pushed him away, screaming and running wildly.
The son of god’s eyes turned cold, and he made a bow-drawing gesture in the void.
In an instant, the black flames between his hands condensed into the shape of a bow and arrow. With a release of his right hand, the arrow of black flame crossed dozens of meters and pierced through the chest of the fleeing demon.
The demon fell backward, clutching the bloody hole in his chest and rolling on the ground.
With a look of horror, confusion, and disbelief in its eyes, it stared at the “inferior demon” behind it.
“Demon…” It gurgled in its throat, blood spilling from the corner of its mouth, “You…are…the Demon…King…!”
After speaking, it choked out another mouthful of blood, twitched twice all over, hit the back of its head on the ground, and died.
“…?”
Langmuir frowned, although he didn’t understand, but a strange sense of oppression welled up in his heart.
Ever since he entered the abyss, this strange feeling had always been following him.
In the distance, faint cries of killing could be heard.
……
Clang!
Scaly claws deeply pierced into the rock.
A pair of scarlet eyes narrowed, staring at the distant edge of the cliff.
In his ears were the almost breaking panting sounds, the drum-like heartbeat, the sharp strange noises, and the laughter below.
“Hahaha, the Demon King has nowhere to go!!”
“Climb, you climb!”
“He’s out of strength, watch, he’s about to fall!”
“…!”
A fierce light suddenly burst from the bottom of those scarlet eyes.
Hun Yao bit his teeth hard, his arm muscles tightened, and with a push of his feet, he climbed up another arm’s distance.
The claws once again gripped the crevice in the rock.
The path to survival above his head was still out of reach.
This was a brutal siege.
Looking around, hundreds of demons clad in armor were wandering under this cliff.
They proudly set up their bows and arrows, aiming at the teenager who was struggling to climb on the cliff, cruelly whistling like a cat playing with a mouse:
“Climb, Demon King, put in more effort! Otherwise, we’re going to shoot!”
“He can’t climb! The Demon King, whose horn was broken by a human, only has this much ability!”
Hun Yao was indifferent, his eyes only had that high edge of the cliff.
Climbing up, he could live; if he couldn’t climb up, it was death.
The survival of the demons was sometimes just that simple.
The soldiers shouted amidst their laughter: “Shoot, kill him!”
Soon, the sound of breaking wind came from below—
Hun Yao’s pupils contracted painfully. One arrow, two arrows. They pierced through the scales, into the flesh, bringing intense pain.
His mouth was full of the taste of blood. His trembling arm once again gripped a higher rock.
…At this distance, the arrows might not be fatal. But Hun Yao knew that if he couldn’t bear the pain, or if he despaired under fear, letting go and falling down would be the real dead end.
He wouldn’t die.
Since even that golden arrow didn’t take his life, he wouldn’t die here.
Hiss…!
The third arrow hit his right leg, Hun Yao gritted his teeth, directly broke the arrow shaft with his tail.
There was still a little distance left, he lifted his sweat-soaked face, staring at the increasingly close end of the cliff.
The soldiers below gradually stopped laughing, their faces began to become serious, the rain of arrows gradually intensified, but the lethality was weakening as the distance was pulled apart.
Hun Yao silently grinned, and let out a low laugh.
He wouldn’t die.
This group of useless demons couldn’t kill him.
“Chase! Chase up!”
Finally, among the demon soldiers below, a guy who looked like a captain gave the order with a sullen face. “Lord Watie has ordered, he wants that golden arrow, and also the other horn of the Demon King!”
The demon soldiers put their weapons on their backs, or simply threw them away, and also began to climb on this cliff. They were tall and strong, and full of energy, climbing much faster than the seriously injured Hun Yao.
But after all, such a long distance had already been opened.
Clang!
Finally, the young Demon King’s claws hooked the top of the cliff.
Hun Yao used his arms to forcefully and neatly flip up!
The moment he stood on the top of the cliff, Hun Yao almost fainted and fell, but immediately propped up his figure.
With his trembling backhand, he randomly wiped the sweat dripping from his lower jaw, and staggered forward.
As he lifted his head, he was suddenly taken aback.
“…Inferior demon?”
Just in front of him, at the end of this mountaintop, a golden-haired, purple-eyed little inferior demon stood quietly.
……
When he saw the figure struggling to climb on the cliff from a distance, Langmuir quickly understood the situation.
This Demon King was very smart, very brave, and even could be said to be crazy.
It must have realized that the golden feather arrow had absorbed its demonic breath, so it came alone to find it, even daring to sneak into the territory of a powerful tribe.
This was simply a move to seek life from death, and it actually found it.
Unfortunately, this also became its fatal mistake. Not referring to being besieged, but referring to being discovered by the son of god.
Langmuir thought to himself: his luck was good.
It was only the second day, and he could see that he could finish the task and go back.
When the figure of the young demon climbed to the top of the cliff, the son of god saw the face of the Demon King for the first time.
It was not the ferocious face of that bronze statue.
That was a wild and handsome teenager, with black scales, black hair, and scarlet eyes. Tall, but thin, just like most of the demons in the abyss.
He had lost one of his horns, both hands were empty, covered in wounds, two arrows stuck in his back, his right leg and tail were also injured, and even most of his face was stained red with blood.
However, at the sight of his eyes, Langmuir’s heart was strangely shaken.
He saw the Demon King’s eyes, the light in the depths was like a wildfire, bursting with a beast-like desire to survive.
The next moment, the demons of the Watie tribe roared, also climbing up the cliff.
The archers unloaded the bows on their backs, and dozens of demonic breaths quickly gathered.
The young Demon King started to run wildly, shouting at him, “Get out of the way!!”
Langmuir didn’t move, the short sword held in his hand was hidden in his sleeve.
He clenched his fist, then released it, his palm was full of cold sweat.
He couldn’t hesitate, he thought.
Mercy to the enemy would only kill his own kind.
The young Demon King was getting closer and closer to him, the wild wind was howling.
The son of god saw the Demon King stab his claws at him, just like every demon that attacked him along the way.
The law of time seemed to be stretched. In the slowing wind, Langmuir raised his right hand holding the sword.
He was sure that before his neck was pierced by the claws, the short sword would pierce the Demon King’s heart first.
Everything happened in an instant. The large rain of arrows carrying demonic breaths came like a sea of fire, illuminating the dark abyss.
Langmuir’s eyes suddenly widened. That claw didn’t stab at his neck, he was pulled into a hard chest, the smell of blood hit his nose.
The arm of the young demon was like iron, clamping his shoulder, Hun Yao suddenly pulled Langmuir into his arms, rolling behind a rock.
Boom!!!
Then, the rain of arrows pierced into the ground, the demonic breath set off one explosion after another.
The heat wave surged in front of the rock where they were hiding.
Sparks splashed, like fireflies flying in the night.
The surroundings lit up, and then gradually darkened with the extinguishing of the explosion’s firelight.
Behind the rock, the thin Demon King stood up against the gradually dimming firelight, blood flowed from his forehead, winding down to his nose, lips, and the black scales covering his lower jaw.
His eyes turned around, sharp and cold, with a hint of mockery.
“Cough…Where did this useless inferior demon come from, daring to run wild in Watie’s territory, tired of living?”
Langmuir sat on the ground.
He sat motionless, staring at the Demon King without blinking.
But the Demon King didn’t look at him anymore. Hun Yao pressed against the rock, peering at the enemy situation while hoarsely saying, “Do you want to live or die?”
Langmuir asked softly, “…Are you going to save me?”
The Demon King turned his head, casting a contemptuous look as if looking at a fool.
Langmuir: “If I say I want to live, will you save me?”
The Demon King bent down, grabbed his left wrist, and pulled him up. Langmuir was forced to stagger to his feet, his right hand still holding the short sword in his sleeve.
“Run!!” The Demon King suddenly shouted.
He kicked a not-so-small rock, and the enemy’s second round of arrow rain went towards that afterimage. He pulled him to flee in the opposite direction, away from the hiding place behind the rock.
The physical strength of the demons was too terrifying, even though they were already so badly injured, their explosive power was like a cheetah.
Langmuir was pulled by that force, forced to run wildly, his wrist hurt as if it was going to be torn apart, the mountaintop in front of him came to an end, the edge was rapidly enlarging—
“There’s a lake below, jump down!!”
They jumped down from the top of the mountain. The third round of arrow rain carrying the demonic breath almost shot past their backs, Langmuir could even feel the burning energy.
The hand linking the Son of God and the Demon King let go in mid-air.
During the short few seconds of falling, Langmuir’s heart had never beaten so fast, he tried to see the face of the young Demon King clearly again, but failed.
Hun Yao raised his hand to protect his head, bracing for the cold impact.
There was indeed a lake below, but the surface of the lake had already frozen a thin layer of ice. They fell straight down, the ice surface shattered, stirring up huge splashes of water.
Whoosh——
The lake water suddenly covered the top.
Langmuir had “mana” to protect his body, he wasn’t hurt by the fall, but he was almost choked by the freezing cold, he struggled and floundered a few times, barely surfacing to catch his breath.
Suddenly, the water in front of him made a sound, and another figure surfaced.
Blood quickly spread in the water, the young Demon King was breathing heavily, his scarlet eyes narrowed.
Hun Yao shook his wet black hair. He confirmed that there were no other demons lurking around, then held his breath and dived back into the icy water.
His sturdy tail skillfully parted the waves, like a young dragon covered in black scales.
Soon, he struggled to climb onto the shore and stepped onto the land.
…Well, it was safe for now. The soldiers of Watie tribe didn’t have the guts to jump down like he did, it would take at least an hour to go around from the bottom of the mountain.
Hun Yao gritted his teeth, reached out and broke off the arrow shaft on his body, and threw it on the ground.
He was about to leave, casually looked back, and was stunned.
That…the little inferior demon he casually saved, was still in the icy lake, struggling to paddle with both claws, treading water in place, staring straight at him with his eyes.
Hun Yao’s eyes twitched fiercely…No way, there are demons who can’t swim?
Isn’t that tail of yours a decoration, move it!
The young Demon King realized a terrible fact.
The inferior demon he saved might really be a waste, the kind with poor brain development.
Hun Yao immediately lost interest, he somewhat regretted intervening, such a guy wouldn’t live long in the abyss anyway.
He took two steps forward, but suddenly a voice came from behind, “…Demon King.”
Hun Yao’s footsteps hesitated for a second.
The little inferior demon behind him called out again, “Demon King.”
“…”
The young Demon King irritably combed his wet hair back.
Suddenly, his mind flashed back to the moment just behind the rock.
The little inferior demon sat on the ground, looked up at him in the firelight, and asked in a very faint voice: …Are you going to save me?
No wonder, probably only demons with bad brains can have such clear eyes.
Hun Yao turned around with a gloomy face, and stared at the little inferior demon in the icy lake for two seconds, inexplicably stepping back into the water again.
Forget it, he had saved him in such a dangerous situation just now, now temporarily escaped from the pursuers, but letting this guy drown in the icy lake…would make him look like a joke.
Hun Yao was a good swimmer, and the lake was not too big. In a blink of an eye, he came to the front of the little inferior demon, reached out his arm and hooked the inferior demon’s ribs.
He hoarsely said, “Don’t move, if you move around, I’ll break your neck.”
The little inferior demon immediately became quiet. It’s good to know to obey, Hun Yao thought, and it’s small and light, not too burdensome.
He pulled the other teenager with one hand, still swimming very fast. The shore was getting closer and closer, Hun Yao turned his head and grinned, thinking about scaring this little inferior demon a few words, but suddenly froze.
He saw the little inferior demon pursing his lips, his face seemed to have no expression, but under his drooping eyelashes, tears were blankly flowing out, one drop, two drops, quietly mixing with the lake water.
…
In the year 891 of the Great Light Calendar, the Son of God first entered the abyss.
He walked through mountains and rivers, successively encountered barbaric demons, lascivious demons, murderous demons, hungry demons, crying demons.
Finally, he met a demon who saved him in fire and icy water.
It was the young Demon King whose horn he had shot off.
