"Alright. Since that's the case, then I shall surrender."
Blood Pupil waved a large hand, announcing his decision.
At worst, he would lose a bit of face. That was still better than losing his life.
As long as he was alive, there was still a sliver of hope. If he died, then he was truly dead.
Once he figured it out, his mood inexplicably improved.
Surrendering, huh.
That was still acceptable.
Blood Pupil slowly rose to his feet.
With a beckon of his hand, the Imperial Jade Seal of the Ten Thousand Demons Dynasty flew into his grasp.
Looking at the jade seal in his hand, Blood Pupil let out a sigh.
Back when he had first become the ruler, he had been burning with passion, filled with lofty ambitions and brimming with confidence.
He had once declared that he would surely unite the Southern Region and strengthen the Demon Race.
But after becoming the lord of the dynasty, he discovered that merely surviving in the cracks was already difficult, let alone strengthening the Demon Race.
And now, he had even come down the road of surrender.
His youthful self had long since died.
"Let's go. Come with me."
After Blood Pupil spoke, the many ministers in the great hall lit up with delight.
Not only did they not feel ashamed of their ruler's surrender, they were instead overjoyed.
If their ruler surrendered, it meant they would not have to die.
After all, the ruler and ministers of the Snow Domain Dynasty had all died.
Now that their own ruler had surrendered, they would not have to die.
They would not die?
Just thinking about it made them happy.
How wonderful.
Watching Blood Pupil leave, the ministers, all in excellent spirits, turned and hurried after him.
After a day and