Chapter 224

When that time comes, I will defeat you as I defeated Immortal Zhongyou, and then I will kill you cruelly—"

Sita simply stood quietly in the face of Ravana's boastful words.

She was muttering to herself, her pupils blazing with a furious rage that seemed ready to destroy everything.

Sita stood on the wheel of fire and stretched out his hands.

Crimson lines meandered between her arms, converging into her fingers and palms, forming a large, vermilion bow nearly twice her height.

Ravana seemed to sense something was amiss and couldn't help but turn around to look. What he saw nearly scared him out of his wits.

—The Bow of Victory!

No wonder when I returned to the capital of the Mithila Kingdom, I saw that the bow on the ground had lost its magic.

It turns out that Rama had already taken up Shiva's Divine Bow back then.

This bow is far too large and extremely primitive; Sita's current size is insufficient to draw it.

Upon realizing this, a look of joy appeared on Ravana's face.

This should have been a good opportunity to escape, but he forcibly suppressed his inner thoughts.

"Run? No, I won't just run away like this!"

A flash of malice crossed Ravana's eyes. "She definitely won't be able to draw the bowstring anytime soon, and taking this opportunity, I can kill her once and for all—"

The Demon King's body came to an abrupt stop in mid-air, and he returned as swiftly as a shooting star.

Not only that, he also took out his weapon.

Indra!

On Lanka Island, in the palace of the Huayang King.

A golden spear standing before the Demon King's throne began to tremble. In the next instant, it rose from the ground, whistling as it pierced through the palace dome, into the clouds, and Ravana's palm.

In legends, Indra always wields a vajra and unleashes lightning to kill enemies, demonstrating the martial prowess of the Kshatriya.

But Ravana wasn't like that. He saw a blurry image in his memory— Indra, known as "The Exile," held not a magnificent vajra, but a rather simple spear.

This spear can be used to stab, throw, and probe the ground when leaving the desert to prevent stepping into quicksand.

Ravana found fragments of Indra's spear on Lanka Island. After establishing the Huayang Kingdom, he forged another spear and sealed the fragments of Indra's spear inside it.

Now, the power of several generations of Demon King is in his own hands!

Ravana was being brutally beaten just a moment ago, is now full of confidence.

In just five seconds, the tip of his spear would pierce Sita.

However, in that instant, Ravana saw Sita lift his foot and kick the bow.

At the same time, Sita's hands gripped the blue bowstring, and his body leaned back.

As she drew her Bow of Victory, an arrow formed purely of blue fire was nocked on it.

At this moment, she had already drawn her bow to its fullest extent.

Ravana two more seconds to thrust his gun out.

The arrow flew away from the bow.

Ravana's charging body was suddenly pulled backward several kilometers by it, and the spear in his hand fell from his grasp.

A ferocious and angry expression appeared on the Demon King's face, but even more so, disbelief.

Until his very last moment, he couldn't believe he was going to die!

But no matter what, Ravana could not delay his end. The blue flames burned his body to ashes at an extremely fast speed, leaving only a handful of ashes fluttering in the air.

The fifth Ravana, died in the Gulf of Manar, in the sea between the subcontinent and the island of Sri Lanka.

Cause of death: by Sita, who inherited Rama's mandate, with an arrow shot from the Bow of Victory.

Sita gazed at the handful of ashes that were quickly scattered by the wind in the air, and an expression of joy appeared on his face uncontrollably.

She didn't know why she was laughing, and instinctively tried to suppress it, but this "joy" was uncontrollable, and a sense of satisfaction, like that of a wild beast that had triumphed, grew in her heart.

This ever-expanding sense of satisfaction comes quickly and goes just as fast.

Sita took a few deep breaths and descended from the air on his two wheels.

In her imagination, even though she had already killed Ravana in public, the people of the Huayang Kingdom might still have some reaction.

However, when she landed, those people simply knelt on the ground and bowed in respect.

Their faces were filled with submission and numbness, and their chests emanated muffled sounds of praise.

"Praise be to the Demon King!"

"Praise be to the Demon King!"

"I bow down to the Demon King!"

"I bow down to the Demon King!"

Demon King? Ravana is dead, so where did this Demon King come from?

Sita shook her head, and then she felt something strange on the top of her head.

She reached out and touched something sharp.

Sita looked up and saw a black crown floating above his head.

This crown had been hovering above Ravana's head not long ago.

It is now appearing above its own head.

"I am... the Demon King?"

As Sita realized this, a memory even more terrifying and immense than when she raised the Bow of Victory suddenly surged forth from the black crown.

Each Demon King obtains varying amounts of memories from the black crown.

But they can all see ancient memories in them and leave their own mark on them as well.

Sita saw the young man who was leading people out of the desert, and watched him bid farewell to his homeland and cross the vast sea.

That was the Exile, the ancestor later known as Indra. He led his people away from tyranny, the sea, and the desert, establishing the Sarkaz's home in an unknown oasis, a tribe called Kazdel.

The Exile lived there until he grew old.

After the death of the Exile, he appointed his student Gedou, as the second Demon King.

Gedou was a silent young man, skilled in design and architecture. This taciturn Demon King built a castle and towering walls in the oasis, where the Sarkaz lived in peace and prosperity for generations.

But the second expansion and conquest came—the crisis did not come from the western Great Red Sand Sea, their former king; but from the east, from the Sargon Empire, known as the "Shadowless Dynasty".

Kazdel was destroyed, and the oasis was ravaged. The second Demon King died beneath the city walls, and the third Demon King Bhrigu, donned the crown in his rage, vowing to wash away blood with blood.

The Sarkaz were scattered during their exile, only to reunite under the scimitar of the third Demon King. After several annihilations and conquests, the true pure-blooded Sarkaz no longer exist, leaving only a people known as the Aryans.

They swept across Sargon, bringing ruin to the empire and causing its decline. The nomadic swords carved a blood-stained Celestial Path, and this time the roles were reversed.

Those who hid in the fortress became Sargon.

Finally, the Shadowless Dynasty was forced to open the passage, Aryans traveled from west to east.

The third Demon King's rage initially ignited out of righteous indignation, but it gradually turned tyrannical. His flames burned aimlessly, killing enemies and persecuting his own kind. Both Aryans and Sarkaz began to abandon thought in his flames, until Kullong could no longer tolerate it.

He had been sentenced to death, but escaped under the cover of darkness on the eve of his execution. At the moment of passing the sacrificial fire, he stopped, wanting to take a spark from it to light his way.

At the edge of the sacrificial fire, Kullong bumped into the suspicious Bhrigu, both of them holding the sacrificial fire in their hands.

According to ancient custom, the one who possesses the sacrificial fire can challenge the priest, and if he wins, he can become the new king.

Kullong triumphed, and in the moment of donning the crown, he finally understood why Bhrigu had gone mad in his extreme rage.

He would rather live like a beast than die like a civilized person. And this world is inherently bloody and cruel; who isn't preying on and killing each other?!

Kullong burned with lucidity, and in that burning anger. He was angry at all the perpetrators of violence, and at all those who refused to resist. He was angry at the traitors of Mohenjo-daro in the past, and at the sacrifices to Kama and Parvati.

If the rage of the third-generation Demon King Bhrigu was burning aimlessly, then Kullong's rage was always clear-headed.

He tore at his flesh in anguish, he burned himself in fury. In the end, he stepped into the flames, ascended into the wasteland, and let the Demon King's Black Crown accompany him in his desolation...

But Ravana inherited the crown, and he was more unrestrained than Bhrigu and saw things more clearly than Kullong —the essence of this world is killing and devouring.

Ravana clearly recognized his own desires.

When the Exile is forced to leave their homeland and go into exile, does he not feel anger in his heart?

How could the second Demon King have been without anger and murderous intent when he died in Kazdel?

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

The five Demon King stood before Sita, and they spoke in unison.

"Only by killing can we pave a path to the future."

The Exile's tone was resolute.

"Only by killing can we protect everything we have achieved so far."

Gedou's eyes were filled with sorrow, and his tone was resolute.

"Only by killing can we reclaim everything we have lost and atone for the injustices of the world!"

Bhrigu roared loudly.

"Only by killing can we uphold justice and innocence in this world and save the weak."

Kullong sighed deeply.

"Only by killing can you face this world, face your own true self, and solve all problems."

Ravana said.

"No..."

Sita clutched his head and screamed in agony.

The world she saw was burning, and everything was falling apart.

But after the shattering, a clearer understanding emerges—

Those immense injustices; those Kshatriyas who built city-states and indulged in extravagance and Kshatriya; those Brahmin who betrayed their country and spouted only their faith... They claimed to act in the name of the Dharma, but what did their actual actions have to do with the Dharma?

How can people like these be saved? How can things be changed?!

Sita's words came out in fragments, and the vows she uttered gradually changed.

"To abstain from animalistic desires is to be killed; to sever the root of evil is to be killed... To break a major precept is to be killed; to fall into the abyss is to be killed, killed, killed!"

Yes, the ruthless wolf perfectly represents living by any means necessary.

Sita raised his hand and gestured towards the distance.

The spear that had fallen into the sea flew up instantly and landed in her palm.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared across the sky.

"From this day forward, I shall be the King of Huayang!"

Sita's voice echoed in Sita directions.

She found herself feeling more relaxed than ever before.

Shiva's Divine Bow, Spear of Indra, and the power of the Demon King...

Now she has everything she needs.

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As dusk fell.

Sometime later, the six immortals had disappeared.

Hanuman, panting heavily, looked at the iron rod in his hand.

All I could see was a blurry, double image; the world seemed upside down, covered in a terrifying crimson.