Dekane's Speedrun Legend

"Marquis, let me ask you a question: do you still have even the slightest hope in your heart?"

After the coffin was cooled down.

Dekan, unusually merciful, granted the Marquis a brief respite.

He walked to the coffin and asked the Marquis Roderick a question.

"..."

The Marquis Roderick remained silent.

Perhaps they felt that any communication was meaningless.

It's also possible that she genuinely didn't have the strength to speak.

"You're expecting your own kind to rescue you, and then repay me a thousandfold for all the torment you've suffered."

"It's truly remarkable that your kin were able to partially break your seal."

"They were so close, but High Priest Kevin stopped them, wasn't he?"

Dekan continued asking.

"..."

The Marquis still did not reply.

"I can't bear to extinguish this last glimmer of hope in you, Marquis."

Dekan wore a playful smile, seemingly quite sympathetic to the Marquis.

The Marquis felt that Dekan was just trying to scare him.

After all, it was impossible for Dekan to kill him.

It may torment him for a while, but it won't torment him forever.

Once the seal is broken, he will take everything back.

"Hmph, I love seeing guys like you, clinging to a sliver of hope as their mental support, react when they finally realize the truth."

As he spoke, Dekan placed his hand on the coffin and temporarily cut off the live stream.

Then he used the Magic Power within his body to activate the [True Word Blood Pact] he had formed with Isabel.

The soul imprint formed by the master-servant contract slowly appeared on Dekan's hand like a curse mark.

"Marquis, do you recognize this spell?"

The moment Dekan finished speaking, the Marquis's devastating roar echoed throughout the church.

"No!!! Impossible!!! We clearly killed everyone who knew this spell!!! It shouldn't be here!!!"

Marquis Roderick's voice was filled with endless resentment and despair.

He would never mistake this forbidden magic—[True Word Blood Pact]—created by a wicked human sorcerer.

Specifically designed to enslave high-ranking Blood Race who are difficult to kill.

This is a nightmare that the entire Blood Race can never forget.

"Marquis, now you know, don't you? I've been playing along with you all along."

Dekan was very satisfied with Marquis Roderick's reaction.

According to the records of the Holy Rite Church, it was because a wizard developed this spell that the Blood Race came out in droves to fight a decisive battle against humans.

Although humanity ultimately won a Pyrrhic victory, the Blood Race only stopped after slaughtering all the humans who possessed this spell.

[True Word Blood Pact] thus became a lost magic.

However, as the holder of the [True Word Blood Pact] after it took effect, Dekan would naturally lead Marquis Roderick to mistakenly believe that Dekan had mastered this spell.

So they were completely fooled by Dekan, unaware that it was actually the result of the Magic Card.

"So, Marquis, I've been waiting for your kin to come and release you. What you perceive as hope is actually the true beginning of your despair."

"You've been tortured to this extent by me. Even if the seal is broken, will you be able to lift a hand? And your real name, your race, your gender—I don't need to say more, do I?"

The activation condition for [True Word Blood Pact] is that the enemy loses their will to fight or their ability to fight.

The required declaration content, including real names, race, and gender, has already been clearly stated.

"Oh my, my future slave, I really want to have you so soon."

Dekan's tone was full of pleasure, as if he had already gotten into character.

The priest persona seems to fit surprisingly well with all sorts of dramas.

"You, what exactly are you...?!"

Marquis Roderick could no longer maintain his composure; his words were filled with terror and despair.

"..."

Dekan smiled and remained silent.

He has already ended the live stream, showing little concern.

He moved a little closer to the coffin, his pupils gleaming and gradually turning golden.

"This world is doomed. We demons will eventually rule the entire Holy Kingdom, and you Blood Race will be our slaves forever."

He delivered that final boss-like line in a voice full of mesmerizing charm.

Dekan's clear blue eyes quickly returned, a faint smile playing on his lips, as he resumed his benevolent priestly demeanor and gazed at the coffin.

Awaiting the Marquis Roderick's response.

After a long silence, the Marquis Roderick finally spoke.

"You... you guys have finally come back after all...?"

His voice was weak and listless, as if he had lost everything that sustained him.

Although Dekan wasn't very familiar with the hidden storylines of the Holy Kingdom's ancient past, Dekan roughly knew how to connect with this scene.

Sometimes, if you're in the right mood, chatting across servers can be quite easy.

"What are you talking about? I'm just a priest from the Holy Rite Church; I don't understand anything you're saying."

Dekan said with a smile.

"Hahaha, has the Holy Rite Church been Corrosion to this extent?"

Marquis Roderick laughed maniacally.

Although the two characters are not on the same wavelength, they inexplicably get along very well.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Dekan laughed along with him.

At this point, you need to portray the feeling of a final boss, and that's pretty much it.

Just smile and that's it.

"Don't worry, once you become my servant, I will bestow upon you the finest torment day and night."

Dekan's laughter was brief, his words the most cruel spoken in the gentlest tone.

Just like how he may be wearing human skin, but in reality he is a demon who finds ultimate pleasure in tormenting other living beings.

Hahahaha.

Marquis Roderick's laughter gradually grew more shrill, taking on a hint of a sob.

"I never imagined that a hundred years later, you would be the ultimate winners!! Damn Holy Rite Church, you deserve it!!"

This seal, ironically, became his protective shield.

The Marquis Roderick now thought about it carefully.

The clansmen who helped him break the first seal have likely already been enslaved.

The motivation for breaking the seal was simply to allow its master to enslave stronger Blood Race.

He foolishly clung to hope, believing he could once again sweep the world.

It seems that in this world, Blood Race have long since become slaves of demons...

The moment the [True Word Blood Pact] fell into the hands of the demon, this world was essentially doomed.

There is no salvation left.

"Unknown great demon, I have lost, but I would rather die with the dignity of the Blood Race than live as your slave!"

Accompanying this statement.

Marquis Roderick, while sealed, appears to have triggered the only power he can use while sealed.

He committed suicide.