Chapter 466

After helping Amiya with the preparations, Shi Lei raised his hand and gestured for her to proceed.

Amiya nodded gratefully to him; she was able to have a normal conversation with the Blood Demon Great Lord entirely thanks to Doctor Zhongli.

"You are neither Theresis nor Theresia. But your appearance has stirred the Demon King Power within me. Who are you?"

The First Demon King didn't want to explain to a child and didn't give a direct answer. He seized the opportunity when the young man was unable to protect Amiya and attacked fiercely.

Underestimating your opponent will come at a price!

The spell struck Amiya, but it had no effect as expected. She remained calm, seemingly unaffected. Instead, the black energy emanating from her body left her looking disheveled.

"Hmm~"

The First Demon King never imagined that he would one day be injured by the Demon King Power. He was extremely unwilling, but for the time being, he had no better solution.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to reveal anything, Amiya had no choice but to use physical means to persuade him. She once again manipulated several balls of black energy and hurled them at the Blood Demon Great Lord's face.

The Shard Building, rooftop.

Theresis observed the battle two kilometers away through her telescope. After a moment, she solemnly put down the telescope, her face filled with disbelief.

Seeing his expression, Theresia immediately understood. But some things needed to be confirmed in person:

"How's it going?"

"There's no way around it, the First Demon King has been defeated. If it were the real Demon King, the outcome would be hard to say. But a consciousness projected from a drop of blood is indeed far too weak."

"So you're saying the Sarkaz can't do anything to him? Does that mean he can do whatever he wants?"

"Given the current situation, what you said is true. However, it's not entirely hopeless."

Theresis pulled out Walkie-Talkie and contacted the Lich Apostle Emongard, hoping to teleport him to another planet through the Spatial Magic Array constructed by the lich.

"Hello, Your His Highness, what can I do for you?"

"Can you help me get in touch with the Lich King? I need to speak with her urgently."

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"I need to find her right now, it's extremely urgent!"

This was the first time Emongard had heard the Regent so urgently, and he wondered what major event had occurred.

This made her nervous, and coupled with her social anxiety and lack of social skills, she spoke somewhat haltingly.

"I, I'll try right away. Your His Highness, please wait a little longer, just a little while..."

Emongard fiddled with the Crystal Ball, trying to establish communication with their Lich Clan.

Theresis had no choice but to wait idly with the communicator in hand. Theresia stood by, equally unable to offer any real help.

The Exotic Demon King and his entourage are now almost at the Shard Building. The Blood Demon Great Lord, controlled by the First Generation Demon King Blood, has just suffered a severe blow.

Even against the still-inexperienced Exotic Demon King, he probably wouldn't last long. The time left for the two siblings to come up with a solution was running out.

Theresis could actually commit mass destruction by unleashing Storm Cataclysm in the Central City District. However, this system can only control the general direction and cannot select specific targets.

Once within the range of Storm Cataclysm, all will suffer indiscriminate destruction.

It's important to know that the largest number of Sarkaz are currently located in the Central City District, while most locals live in the Mid-level District.

If the Storm Cataclysm is activated, let alone inflicting 800 casualties on the enemy while losing 1,000 on oneself, it will cause tens of thousands of casualties to oneself right from the start. If the Duke of Victoria, who are waiting outside the city, receive such military intelligence, they will probably laugh until their stomachs hurt.

Moreover, the Exotic Demon King and his entourage are capable and not stupid. If they sense something is wrong, they can run away; they just need to evacuate before the Storm Cataclysm reaches a certain scale.

The trump card originally intended to deal with the various Duke is now ineffective in resolving the imminent trouble.

Aside from using the lich's Teleportation Array to send the Troublesome Zhongli to the planet, Theresis couldn't think of a second solution, no matter how hard she tried.

The Newborn Shapeshifter had issued a warning during the previous Decapitation Operation; this person's strength was terrifying.

If the missing King of Scavengers was killed by him, then Theresis, even with all his subordinates, has no chance of winning.

There is no solution, absolutely no solution.

As time ticked by, it felt like an eternity for him and Theresia.

After an unknown amount of time, Emongard's voice came through the communicator:

"Your His Highness, are you still there?"

Theresis immediately perked up, her previous serious expression vanishing, and asked:

"Yes, have you been able to contact them?"

"Your His Highness, um, um..."

Emongard's hesitant tone filled Theresis with an ominous premonition:

"What exactly happened?"

"Wang said it's dangerous here and she's going to find somewhere to hide. She told me to fully cooperate with your operation for the next while."

The Shard Building, two kilometers away.

Because Shi Lei was focused on manipulating the Jade Shield Wall, locking in the nearby blood in small squares, the amount of blood flowing into the Blood Demon Great Lord's body was decreasing.

Just like a fish out of water, it might not die instantly, but it will no longer be able to move nimbly.

The First Demon King expended a great deal of blood to repair the half of his body that had been pierced. Now, facing Amiya's black energy attacks, he is gradually losing his strength.

"Waaah."

Seeing the Blood Demon Great Lord clutching his chest in agony, about to face his final judgment, Amiya wore a complex expression as she scrutinized her enemy.

She thought she should be angry at this moment, after all, the Bloodfiend had killed so many innocent people.

But in the final moments of the other person's life, the only emotion Amiya could sense was... sadness.

Sarkaz, those who have lost their homes.

Thousands of years of displacement have convinced them that only violence and war can reclaim everything they have lost.

It would be incredibly easy to criticize the Sarkaz now. There are countless books like this, impeccable from both Morality and ethical standpoint.

But no matter how much this topic is discussed, the war continues, and hatred continues to spread. Because this is how this land treats the Sarkaz.

The discovery that the Sarkaz are susceptible to Originium-related illness, in particular, has amplified the negative impact, causing other races to develop an unprecedented level of prejudice against them.

If we re-examine everything they went through from the Sarkaz's perspective, it seems that their method of revenge—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—wasn't entirely wrong.

Amiya had discussed this issue with the Doctor at the Self-Rescue Army's Temporary Camp.

It seems that every Sarkaz Demon King eventually succumbs to violence and war.

Amiya wants to change the Demon King's current situation, but how can she change it?

Isn't what she's doing now an act of violence?

So this was done so that Mister Zhongli could more easily incorporate the Sarkaz in the future, and so that countless displaced people could find a beautiful home to live in.

But once it's done, it's done.

There's no need for other excuses; Amiya believes she's already repeating the old path of violence and war.

Those who attempt to break the deadlock will ultimately find themselves trapped within it.

The Demon King of the past couldn't do it, and neither could the Demon King of the future. Theresis couldn't do it, and neither could Theresia. Could I really do it?

A wave of sadness washed over Amiya, making her emotions incredibly complex. Her gaze towards the Blood Demon Great Lord was filled with a helpless regret and pity.

"Exotic Demon King..."

The Blood Demon Great Lord raised his head, his eyes returning to their previous cold expression. The First Generation Demon King Blood, which had taken over this body, was finally knocked unconscious.

When he regained control of his body, all he remembered was being instantly killed by a kick that came from the sky; he didn't even get a good look at his opponent. He had previously claimed that after receiving the amplification from the Forbidden Ritual, he was now invincible.

Ha, how ridiculous.

Feeling his blood rapidly draining from his body, the Blood Demon Great Lord knew his days were numbered. He stared at the Exotic Demon King before him, some words he had to say.

"Do you know how prestigious the title of Demon King was thousands of years ago? The Demon King was the leader of the Sarkaz, the pride of all. He was the chosen one who would lead us to the future and free us from suffering. But this crown of Demon King has disappointed me time and time again."

If it could choose a strong leader, I would be genuinely glad. But it has chosen cooks, homeless people on the street, and even woodcutters in the mountains.

If it weren't for the documents brought back by the Confessors, these guys who bore the name of Demon King wouldn't deserve to be remembered at all.

The only Demon King with any real power in the past thousand years was killed by the Allied Forces led by Lord Kal'tsit. The Demon King after that were Theresia and Theresis.

They are admirable, yet they also make me anxious. Theresia, indulging in wishful thinking, is wasting her power. Theresis is barely passable, but not enough to lead the Sarkaz to the light.

Now they're going backwards, letting an alien inherit the Demon King's power. Even if I don't live to see that day, I can already see the Sarkaz's bleak future. I not only despise you, but I also despise the Demon King's crown. I curse... Ughhhhhh..."

The Blood Demon Great Lord's body could no longer support him speaking so much continuously, and blood began to flow from his mouth and nose.

Next, it's Amiya's turn:

"Actually, I don't care about your opinion. Because whichever path the Sarkaz take in the future, it has nothing to do with you. I know that most Sarkaz cannot accept my identity as Exotic Demon King. They feel that I, a Casters, have tainted the word 'Demon King.' But it is this inherent arrogance that has dragged you into the abyss."

There's nothing wrong with you always reminiscing about the past. But being able to only reminisce means you can't go back. The glory that can't be returned to is all left in the past. If the Sarkaz continue to indulge in the dream of regaining dominance over this land, they are destined to be trapped in a cycle of violence and war.

"Ha, you're lecturing me now. What you're doing right now is nothing but violence."

"Well, I admit it..."

Amiya paused for a moment, then spoke the second half of the sentence in a very soft voice:

"But I had to do it."

The voice was very soft, so soft that only she could hear it. Amiya didn't know if she was giving the other person an explanation or giving herself an explanation.

"Ugh..."

The Blood Demon Great Lord's face was deathly pale; he knew he was nearing his end. Perhaps it was a sign that death spurred people to speak kindly, and he didn't want to use his final moments to insult his opponent.

Where is the person who defeated me?

The Blood Demon Great Lord doesn't need to be specifically named; he's someone who fell rapidly from the sky. There are probably only a handful of powerful individuals in this world who could achieve that.

Amiya didn't answer, she just turned her head and looked back.

The Blood Demon Great Lord followed the gaze and saw the young man being embraced by the female Sarkaz, the Female Lupo, and the Dragon Girl. He suddenly felt that this outcome was utterly absurd.

Am I, the mighty leader of the Bloodfiend, the future of the Sarkaz, destined to fall into the hands of this man?

I'm so unwilling to accept this! I'm so unwilling to accept this!

Unable to replenish his blood, the Blood Demon Great Lord was nearly drained of all his blood. His body was extremely weak, and when he tried to open his mouth again, he found he couldn't even speak. His vision was also becoming increasingly blurry.

Amiya knew it was time to deliver the final blow.

The Pure Black Energy Lines resembled the Grim Reaper's scythe, reaping lives. They pierced towards the Blood Demon Great Lord's brow, brain, and heart, ensuring a complete kill.

The Blood Demon Great Lord was in a daze, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the blood overflowing from his mouth and nose. His body was already badly damaged, and his elegant robes were also stained with blood.

The Blood Demon Great Lord's life had come to an end. A crimson glint first seeped into his pupils, then they widened rapidly, before his eyes became lifeless, and finally he collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, the blood that Shi Lei had sealed with the Jade Shield also stopped its restlessness. Like a sleeping husband in a Japanese adult film, it remained motionless.

Neither the original Demon King's blood nor the amplification from the Forbidden Ritual could bring him back to life.

Amiya slightly raised her head and closed her eyes, seemingly still caught up in her current emotions.

Shi Lei, who was not far away, did not remove the Jade Shield Wall. He knew the importance of finishing off enemies and would not give the Blood Demon Great Lord any chance to resurrect.

Shi Lei manipulated the various Jade Shield squares, gathering all the blood inside into one place. He then quickly ascended into the air, intending to deal with it further upon returning to Liyue City.

He used the Jade Shield to lock the Blood Demon Great Lord in place, preventing his descendants from plotting against his corpse, such as reawakening it or using magic to possess it. With so many branches of the Sarkaz, none of their abilities are surprising.

Having witnessed the death of the Blood Demon Great Lord, Logos silently took out his Bone Whistle and began to play it.

The Banshee, also known as the Banshee, have a custom of playing funeral dirges after the death of Royal Court Member.

The mournful melody echoed throughout the venue, gently harmonizing with a steady male voice. The distant whistle seemed to transcend time and space, making the Funeral Bell toll for the Blood Royal Court.

A moment later, Logos's song began again, the ancient whistle seeming to solidify. The elegy carried far, faintly audible even several blocks away.

After Logos finished singing, Amiya took two deep breaths and walked over to join the others.

"Doctor Zhongli, thank you for your help."