The Demise

"Something happened."

Yakelis and Helles had stopped on a slightly less evolved planet.

At that moment, she landed atop a mountain, and Helles did the same.

Fear showed on Yakelis's face, as though something dangerous had happened. Helles wore a puzzled expression, unaware of what was wrong with Yakelis.

He had just been about to ask when his heart jolted. A piece of information flashed through his mind like lightning, leaving him utterly shocked.

Yakelis said in a trembling voice, "Master... is dead."

Chen Tian was dead. The news was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue!

The lives of the two of them had been firmly held in Chen Tian's hands. If Chen Tian died, there was no way they could survive either.

That was how the contract worked. Once the contract master perished, the servants who had signed with him would vanish along with him.

The moment Helles learned the news, he panicked. No one in this world was willing to die; there was no living thing that did not want to live a little longer.

Yet they, who most wanted to stay alive, now had to face death. Still, they could not blame Chen Tian. After all, at the beginning, the Seventy-Two Demon Gods had been the ones to strike first, intending to kill Chen Tian!

Although Chen Tian had later taken them as servants, that could not erase the evil deeds they had committed in the past.

However, with the passage of time, their dispositions had long since changed. The appearance they had once possessed as Demon Gods had completely vanished—or rather, been thoroughly hidden. They had transformed completely into ordinary people and begun learning to enjoy everything in the universe.

That was their greatest gain.

While Chen Tian controlled them, he had also changed them.

One had to understand that the reason they were called Demon Gods was not merely because it symbolized strength, but because it represented slaughter!

When Yakelis and Helles had been Demon Gods, their minds had held nothing but endless slaughter. How could they have enjoyed sightseeing and pleasure as they did now?

If this had happened in the past, they would certainly have laughed themselves to scorn.

Now that Chen Tian's soul had perished, the two servants received the news at once.

From this moment onward, they would no longer need to search for Chen Tian's body, but they would also disappear forever.

Their lives would stop at this very moment.

"What terribly sudden news." Helles smiled, his eyes filled with desolation. "Because of Master's prolonged influence, I enjoyed things I had never enjoyed before."

"I came into contact with everything I had once despised most, and began trying to accept, try, and experience it. But in the end..."

At that point, Helles fell silent. He could no longer speak. It was as though his heart had been struck, and a nameless ache tormented him.

This was an entirely new feeling, an emotion he had never experienced before.

Two clear tears slid from the corners of his eyes. At that moment, the pride of a Demon God turned to ashes.

Helles, once the second-ranked among the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, had died.

A completely new Helles had appeared before the world, but now even this new Helles was about to walk toward extinction.

Perhaps this was his destiny. In the end, he accepted it. After all, as Chen Tian's servants, they had actually gained even greater power.

They had never achieved a breakthrough in cultivation, but after becoming Chen Tian's servants, the iron lock that had sealed away their strength began to loosen.

As time passed, they had broken through to the True God realm, becoming the first Demon Gods among the Seventy-Two Demon Gods to achieve a breakthrough.

It was a pity that, before they had time to comprehend the might of their own strength, they had to depart this world in silence.

Helles clenched both fists and bit down hard, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

Yakelis remained silent for a long time beside him. She could not utter a single word.

During the time she had spent as Chen Tian's servant, she had transformed from the cold-blooded, heartless leader of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods into a lively and adorable ordinary person.

During those days, she had repeatedly forgotten that she was a Demon God. She had even believed that she could remain this way forever.

But Chen Tian's death had brought her destruction.

Just as when she had once carried the Profound Meaning Divine Spear and sought to destroy Ten Thousand Stars.

She sat on a stone inside, her back turned to Helles.

Helles was deeply saddened. He wanted to see how Yakelis was doing and offer her some comfort.

But when he saw her back turned toward him, he could only stay where he was.

He looked around. This was the summit of a majestic mountain. Outside the cave entrance, lush green scenery stretched before his eyes.

From time to time, creatures from the planet passed by.

Helles merely glanced at them and gave a bitter smile.

This place truly was a perfect grave. "Yakelis, this planet has beautiful scenery. This is the tallest mountain in the surrounding area." Helles did not turn around.

He continued, "It seems fate destined us to come here. What a perfect grave. Don't you think so? Hahaha!"

Helles made merry amid his bitterness, trying to use it to conceal his sorrow.

He could no longer completely forget all his troubles and pain as he had before.

Chen Tian had given him a gift unlike anything ordinary people possessed.

When he had been a Demon God, he had been unable to experience the lives and feelings of weak races, with all their joys and sorrows.

Now that he had cast aside the bearing of a Demon God, he had felt the life and happiness that belonged exclusively to them.

He had completely integrated into it. "Will we be buried here?"

Yakelis finally turned around and spoke.

Helles nodded. This was the final stretch of the road.

Their journey had ended.

All that remained was to quietly await the arrival of death.

"Are you afraid?" Yakelis asked.

Helles froze for a moment, then answered with a light laugh, "As a Demon God, how could I fear death!"

Indeed, what was death worth?

From the moment he had been born until now, he had killed countless enemies, and no one knew how much blood had stained his hands.

His path had been forged entirely from blood and shattered bones. Yakelis was even more so. Cold-blooded and heartless, she killed enemies as easily as drinking water. Slaughter had become instinctive to her.

It was just like eating.

"I never thought I would die in a foreign land," Helles said.

Yakelis walked over and said, "It doesn't matter. Dying anywhere is still dying. Do you really want to return to that place to die?"

Helles burst out laughing and shook his head in denial.

"Of course not."

The place they had come from could not compare with the beauty of the scenery here.

Moreover, after their dispositions had changed, they could no longer return to the life they had once lived in the Second Universe.

"They're here," Yakelis said.

"Yes... they're here."

Our final death was no more than passing clouds and smoke. Even if our strength was insufficient, we still had to do what lay within our power. Every little bit of help counted! It was also thanks to their unending fire support that, in the end, the two forces no longer needed to divide their attention to protect him. They could continue focusing on killing enemies in their dreams and memories.

Screech!!!

A beam of light swept across. As the force erupted, it blasted apart everything along its path!

After wave upon wave of explosions, the area where they stood vanished completely, leaving behind only a gigantic hemispherical crater!

Crack!

Bang, bang!! A spatial rift appeared in the air, and countless stones tumbled down. Neither of them had a single wound, yet blood continued to flow from their bodies!

Thus, Yakelis and Helles of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods died forever.

Someone in the Second Universe received the news once again.