The Demon King stopped.
What to do about love?
The barrier stretched out in front of them, pressing on the cliff with the weight of two hundred years.
Love never had a solution. Just like the Demon King couldn’t control himself from falling in love with Langmuir, nor could he beg Langmuir to love him.
But at least, Langmuir said he wanted to become the sunlight to see him.
He said to see him, not the abyss, not the demons, only him.
That should be enough. Over seven years, he had possessed this holy body countless times, and in the end, he could catch a glimpse of this noble soul. Love could not be offset, but this was enough.
“Love…” Shadows filled the depths of Hun Yao’s drooping eyes, as if he was making a painful decision, “Give it up, I give up you.”
“Can you do it?”
“I can.”
“Then,” Langmuir’s eyelashes fell, he asked, “Is there anything else I can do for my King?”
Hun Yao glanced at him and said, “Don’t become the sun.”
Langmuir didn’t know whether to laugh and cry, that was clearly just a joke. But since the Demon King didn’t like it, he said, “Okay, then I won’t change.”
Hun Yao was very resilient, Langmuir thought, he couldn’t give his King an equivalent love, he could only wish that his wound would eventually heal, even if it left a scar.
“Put me down. When the barrier is opened later, if I can’t stand, my King, please support me.”
Langmuir was slowly put down, as soon as his feet touched the ground, his whole body softened and he fell. Hun Yao was quick to react, hurriedly supporting him under his ribs. “Langmuir!”
Langmuir took a breath, shook his head and said, “It’s okay, I’ll take it slow.”
As he spoke, he slowly exerted force on his lower limbs with the help of Hun Yao’s support. After stumbling a few steps, he finally managed to stand.
Hun Yao dared not let go, almost carrying Langmuir forward. The latter did not resist, and simply took this opportunity to re-explain to the Demon King what he had once said to Tianpo.
“I know,” Hun Yao said, “After the barrier breaks, the miasma will overflow, and sunlight will come in, but the human world and the abyss can’t be connected for the time being… You don’t even have the strength to stand, so say less.”
Langmuir was helpless, thinking that the Demon King might have been eavesdropping from the beginning?
He pushed away Hun Yao’s support, casually pressed down on the back of the Demon King’s head, tiptoed up, and kissed the broken horn.
“Take care, my King, I’m leaving.” He whispered a farewell in the Demon King’s ear, “Thank you for believing in me, may the abyss be bathed in light.”
In fact, until the end, apart from mentioning a few old escape stories that Hun Yao could correspond to, he didn’t present any evidence. If the Demon King insisted on doubting this Holy Monarch, it would be reasonable.
But Hun Yao just believed him, without a single probing question.
“Lang…!”
Hun Yao reached out but caught nothing, Langmuir had already walked forward.
He walked to the highest point of the cliff, his blood-stained white robe billowing in the wind, further highlighting his emaciation.
Langmuir closed his eyes and silently recited two heart-cleansing holy teachings–just as he had done fourteen years ago, before pulling that golden divine bow.
Then, the Holy Monarch suddenly opened his eyes, his palm facing up, his fingernails had become as sharp as those of the demons, and a black flame was burning!
The majestic demonic breath, like a flood breaking a dam, struck the barrier.
In fact, Langmuir had realized when he observed the barrier up close many years ago. The barrier of Gasuo was extremely solid. The son of god who set the seal back then probably also used the faith of the people to draw mana, in order to create such a “fake miracle” barrier.
To break it, the first step was to dismantle the connections between these magic arrays, and then use the corrosive power of the Demon King’s demonic breath to destroy it.
Langmuir quickly began to feel pain, the stimulation of the demonic breath made his demonization deeper, his entire face was completely covered by scales. The top of his head and tailbone were particularly painful, he even suspected that he would grow horns and a scaly tail at any moment.
He dared not be distracted, sweating profusely, enduring the heart-wrenching pain, controlling the trajectory of the demonic breath.
“Langmuir!” Hun Yao forcefully pushed away the overflowing violent demonic breath, and firmly supported him from behind.
“Cough…” A mouthful of fresh blood surged from Langmuir’s lips.
The wind around them let out a sharp howl, large snowflakes fell one after another, and quickly melted under the roasting of the demonic breath.
Suddenly, the anxious Demon King heard a very crisp sound.
——Crack!
It was like a piece of glass shattering in his ear.
Hun Yao subconsciously looked up, but his vision flashed brightly, and his eyeballs were stinging.
He grunted, instinctively frowned and closed his eyes, suddenly a cool palm covered his eyelids–
“Don’t be afraid,” a soft voice said, “Don’t be afraid, it’s sunlight, just don’t look directly at it.”
On the barrier cliff, the Cliff Moon had broken a small hole. The golden sunlight was squeezing in from that gap, illuminating the tiny figures of the Holy Monarch and the Demon King extraordinarily brightly.
On the land of Gasuo, the dome that had been dark for two hundred years, for the first time, had a light strong enough to make those who looked directly at it shed tears.
The sky of Gasuo, slowly brightened.
Thousands of demons stood up at the same time, looking up blankly at that small piece of light.
They were all in a hurry to prepare for the winter, the strong demons had just trampled on the snow and brought back prey from the mountains, and the old and children were chopping wood and digging vegetables. The snow fell too quickly this year, it would be a dangerous winter.
But suddenly, all the demons stopped moving, the abyss had never been so quiet.
Then there were small whispers, like ripples.
“What is that?”
“What is so bright?”
“Mom, my eyes hurt so much!”
A demon began to tremble, rubbing his eyes in disbelief and shouting, “It’s… it’s the sun! I saw it seven years ago when I went on an expedition with my King, it’s the sun!”
“The sun?”
“The sun that the priests talked about?”
“The sun that grandma talked about before she died?”
“The sun on human land?”
“Cliff Moon…”
An old demon dropped the firewood in his arms, suddenly tears streaming down his face.
He stumbled and ran, waving his thin arms, shouting loudly, “The Cliff Moon has shattered—”
“The barrier of Gasuo has shattered!!!”
Ripples spread into waves, turning into a huge wave. The hoarse voice echoed in the chests of countless demons. The earth shook and the mountains moved.
………..
Long before the barrier shattered, the Demon King’s royal court reacted earlier than other tribes.
First, Lord Langmuir left, and then the king followed. The young king was so anxious, fearing that Hun Yao would rush into the territory of Guleilong alone and start a fight, she immediately ordered the two demon generals, Moduo and Asayin, to summon hundreds of the bravest soldiers to go on an expedition, and she also personally accompanied them.
Unexpectedly, they were only halfway there when the scout came back quickly, bringing the news that “the new Demon King was defeated by the Holy Monarch who had regained his mana, and even the demonic breath was taken away.”
This news was like a thunderbolt, leaving the demons scorched outside and tender inside. Tianpo hadn’t had time to recover from her daze, when the second scout team came back.
The soldier said tremblingly, “after the King arrived, he took Lord Langmuir away and directly got on a wildebeest…”
The demons all twitched at the corners of their mouths: Good! The King is running ahead, we are looking behind, how long will it take to catch up?
“They went back to the barrier cliff.”
Tianpo gritted her teeth and said, “Langmuir is so sick, my King definitely won’t let the horse run too fast. Follow the direction of the barrier cliff!”
“Barrier cliff?” Moduo asked anxiously, “Why, hasn’t that place been polluted by earth fire and miasma? Since the new Demon King has been defeated, won’t my King return to the court…”
Tianpo’s cheek twitched, and her expression became very complicated.
She said hoarsely, “Chase first.”
When the soldiers of the king’s royal court arrived at the bottom of the barrier cliff, the Cliff Moon had just shattered its first gap. As night gave way to day, that ray of light swept down from a high place, falling into the pupils of every demon.
“Langmuir…” Tianpo stared blankly with wide eyes.
“Young king!” Asayin reined in his wildebeest, exclaiming, “The barrier has shattered, could it be…!?”
Tianpo closed her eyes, her chest about to burst with sourness. She clenched her fist, opened her mouth twice before making a decent sound, “Langmuir…..Lord Langmuir once said…”
“Opening the barrier of the abyss for the demons was the last thing he was concerned about before his death.”
……….
When he felt that distant line of light, Langmuir curved his eyes and smiled contentedly.
The abyss was so dark, so cold. He hadn’t seen such bright sunlight in seven years.
He felt even more how lucky he was. When he left his kingdom’s homeland, Langmuir had imagined countless endings for himself, ninety out of a hundred of which were hopeless deaths.
But now, at the end of his life, he not only saw the sunlight again with his own eyes, fulfilled his fourteen-year-old wish, but also received the Demon King’s forgiveness and love.
Was he really a child favored by God, deserving such a happy ending?
More blood flowed from Langmuir’s mouth and nose.
He gradually lost strength, fell back softly into Hun Yao’s arms, his eyes filled with a happy smile became more and more hollow, more and more scattered.
“Langmuir…Langmuir!..”
The Demon King was tremblingly calling him.
Langmuir was panting, blinking, trying hard to see the gap in front of him that was getting bigger and bigger.
He felt himself being held tighter, warm and moist liquid fell on his neck, and fell on his arm.
“My King, don’t cry, don’t cry…..I, I’m so happy…” Langmuir didn’t have the strength to turn his head back, he could only say intermittently, “Look, isn’t the sun very bright…”
That gap was getting bigger and bigger, the cracks were getting longer and longer, more and more sunlight was falling, the abyss was like an egg that was breaking from the inside out.
The demonic breath turned into wandering black snakes, eating away at the rules between the magic arrays one by one, biting the indestructible runes one by one.
“It’s almost done…” Langmuir’s voice was so weak that it was unclear, his lips and teeth were all blood, but his scattered eyes were still smiling, “Don’t cry…wait a little longer, it will be fine soon…”
When he closed his eyes tiredly, he felt the Demon King kissing him.
His arm fell down softly, Langmuir completely exhausted his strength. But he knew in his heart, he had succeeded, he had done everything he should and could do.
Next, they just had to wait for the demonic breath to completely destroy the magic array, and the barrier would open. From the shattered glass crack, it would become a wide-open skylight.
“Langmuir…”
Hun Yao’s voice came again from beside his ear.
Langmuir felt his lips being pecked.
“Langmuir.”
It seemed like the Demon King was affectionately brushing away his sweaty forehead.
Hun Yao leaned close to his cheek, his voice hoarse in an unusual way, “Don’t sleep, Langmuir, wake up.”
“You forgot, you still owe me a promise.”
What’s going on?.. He didn’t say anything when he asked just now.
Anyway, his Demon King was the best at playing tricks and bullying people.
“Is that so…”
Langmuir was extremely tired, he closed his eyes, and softly asked in a voice almost completely drowned out by the howling wind, “What…what is it…”
There was no answer.
The sudden silence made Langmuir uneasy, and there seemed to be an unusual sweet and fishy smell in the wind and snow. His heartbeat quickened, and he forced himself to call, “…My King?”
“…..”
The Demon King’s breath suddenly became closer, it was completely his lips against his ear, “Langmuir. You only remember the sunlight and flowers, have you forgotten the previous sentence?”
What?
Langmuir’s eyelashes twitched abruptly. He reached out by feeling, trying to grab Hun Yao’s fingers.
But just by touching around like this, he touched a large area of wet and warm liquid, as well as vertically and horizontally cracked scales!
Hun Yao said hoarsely, “Now, I want you to fulfill that sentence.”
A force suddenly came from behind, Langmuir gasped, before he could let out a cry of surprise, he was pushed by Hun Yao onto that force of the Gasuo barrier!
——Clang!!
A clear impact sound echoed in the void.
The fire of demonic breath was still burning, the sunlight was dazzlingly bright, and the snowflakes were flying like a sky full of white rain.
The north wind blew away the Demon King’s messy hair, revealing that icy face.
Hun Yao pressed Langmuir tightly against the edge of the barrier, his right arm’s scaly claw wrapped with endless demonic breath, and it forcefully pierced into the last rule of the barrier!
That unshakeable, spatial confinement.
“——My King!!!”
Langmuir was terrified, as if he had been whipped viciously on his spine, he hissed, “Hun Yao, what are you doing!?”
He didn’t know where he got the strength from, he struggled hard, “You’re crazy, the spatial confinement can’t be opened, don’t you believe me, I’ve said——”
“Langmuir, go back to the human world!!”
Hun Yao’s eyes were burning, he growled in the wind, “I sever you, I give you back to you!”
“Holy Monarch Langmuir·Brett——you will be free, you are no longer my captive and slave.”
“Your kingdom has the magic to purify the miasma, and the holy water to shed the demonized body…Go back, Langmuir! Go back to your kingdom….you will definitely survive!”
“Hun Yao…Hun Yao!!” Langmuir struggled desperately, “Stop, let go of me! I don’t want this, you stop!!”
Hun Yao exerted all his strength, pushing his arm a little deeper. That indestructible barrier was burned by the demonic breath, creating a tiny gap.
“I don’t want you to become sunlight,” the Demon King gasped, his eyes wildly crazy, “I want you to live, to heal, to walk in the sunlight, to come and see me yourself!”
“Are you crazy, just letting me leave like this, how are you going to explain to your people!!”
“The barrier is broken, the demons from all the major tribes will soon come! You are the Demon King, if they knew you dared to let the Holy Monarch return to the human world——”
Suddenly, Langmuir’s words choked off.
He realized that the palm of Hun Yao’s hand on his back had become scorching hot, just like charcoal fire;
He also saw Hun Yao’s arm that had pierced into the barrier, the blood vessels along the way were bursting, and the scales were quickly losing color.
These were all symptoms of the backlash of the demonic breath.
Spatial confinement was the core rule of the Gasuo barrier, and it was also the most difficult magic array to destroy. Even if it was the Demon King, he would have to wait for a few years for a period of weakness in the magic array to tear open a hole.
But now, Hun Yao was preparing to forcibly break this blockade, which was already a stretch. Not to mention that the Demon King had already exhausted himself for him many times before, once a serious backlash was triggered, the result could only be…
Langmuir’s lips trembled, his vision was spinning, sometimes bright, sometimes dark.
This was not…
The ending he desired…
“Hun Yao, stop, I beg you.”
His voice became stiff. “Your demonic breath is not enough to open the barrier. If you don’t stop now, you will really die.”
“Is that so, what if I won’t?”
Hun Yao chuckled lowly, the warlike Demon King seemed to have found another duel worth fighting for his life.
He said slowly. “Want to bet? If I can survive, you can also live…how about it?”
