Chapter 207

Inside the dungeon, the footsteps of the two echoed on the ground.

The ground was trembling slightly, the horde of monsters outside causing wave after wave of tremors.

There were also the groans and roars of monsters.

Those things are truly frightening; they give me the creeps.

But none of them are as dangerous as the guy locked up here, otherwise this guy wouldn't have been sent to such an underground place.

"His magic mark is Domination, an extremely domineering magic mark. Any demon that doesn't have its own magic mark can directly seize its body." The high priest said as he walked, "However, this is not the power of the original body. It was originally a magic mark that I collected. You can give this magic mark to others at any time."

The dragon-man who came didn't say a word, he just listened to what he had to say.

"And it seems this guy has the ability to gather magic power. If you had him, you could definitely make a race grow rapidly." The high priest continued to chatter on.

The dragon-man remained silent.

“I’m getting a little awkward if you don’t say anything.” The high priest chuckled to himself, then shrugged and looked at the guy. “What other abilities does this guy have? I want to know why you insist on taking him away.”

"Do we need more reasons to redeem one of our great men?" the dragonman said softly. "Would you redeem a high-ranking priest?"

The high priest paused, then shook his head helplessly.

“Yes, you’re right. The value of a high-level combatant is immeasurable,” the High Priest said softly. “You want to find a chance to turn the tide.”

"No need to raise the price. Just tell me what you want in order to let him go." The dragonman was a little angry. This guy kept emphasizing the importance of this, just to get him to invest more resources to take him away.

It's infuriating; it's like this guy really just treats it as a simple bargaining chip.

But I have no right to be angry, because I made this suggestion because I also treated it as a commodity.

The high priest shrugged: "I don't mind. I'll hear your offer. If it's suitable, you can take it."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I've already shown you the list."

"Oh, it's written on the piece of paper you gave me. I didn't read it carefully." The high priest felt in his pocket, took it out, and looked at what was written on it.

He huddled by the torchlight, looking at the words on it. After a long while, he tilted his head, and it was unclear whether he had agreed or not.

"I think I understand," he said simply.

The two finally reached the bottom and saw the guy who was locked up.

That was the Demon King with the Demon Seal of Domination, a demon seal obtained by the High Priest.

Or perhaps the dragon people only came to buy the magic seal. This child wasn't originally born with the magic seal; he was just bearing it.

When the dragonman saw him, he was stunned.

There was no mistreatment as I had imagined, because the dungeon was actually like a church.

The basement here is entirely paved with white stones, which are placed in many places, and at the very front stands a cross.

The guy he was going to buy from was kneeling on a cushion looking at the cross, with a book of scriptures in front of him.

If you didn't know he was a demon king, you'd probably think he was a religious child.

He was indeed a child, after all, he had the body of a child.

He slowly turned his head and looked at him. The dragonman was stunned because he saw the magic seal he wanted to buy.

It was a fake pupil in the left eye, a crystal-like object with strange patterns printed on it.

That is the mark of the demon.

Over the course of the year, the child tried to adjust himself, realizing that his previous behavior was too distorted. He hoped to become a little more normal.

So I transformed myself into this state, which is much neater than before.

"You can take only the eyes," the child said, his first words being just that simple.

The dragon man's heart was touched, and he felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

The child knew why he was there.

Taking away the eyes would undoubtedly kill the child. Being devoured like this, a human, would turn him into a demon. A demon without its demonic seal has absolutely no chance of survival. This is something with a very strong corrosive power; once imprinted with it, the demonic seal replaces the original soul and becomes the body's core.

"What exactly did you say to this child?" The dragonman's expression was gloomy as he watched the high priest walk over and touch the child's head.

“I was just telling him the history, without embellishment, the true version.” The high priest shrugged, turning to look at him: “Do you know why our church is suppressing you now?”

"Isn't it just that you want us demons to be suppressed by you forever?" the dragonman sneered. "What excuse do you use to make yourselves more holy? We are just opposing groups fighting each other."

“Actually, we just don’t want another war in the world. The world is more fragile than you think, and if the next war starts, it will definitely not be a simple matter of one side winning or losing.” The high priest shook his head: “Believe it or not, these are the conditions I need.”

"What?"

"You won't start a war, it's just a promise," the high priest said casually. "You can take back everything else. Although I was indeed tempted, to be honest, it doesn't matter to us whether people die or who dies. What we want to protect is something called civilization, not any one person, but everything."

"I'm sorry, we can't give that to you," the dragon said softly. "This is the only thing we can't provide."

"You can offer so many supplies, but can't you offer a promise?" The high priest handed the slip of paper to the child sitting there: "Let's see how valuable you are."

The child took the note and sat there in silence.

"So that's why I'm so expensive," he said softly, then looked at the dragonman and asked, "Are you here to buy me, or to buy the magic seal?"

“I don’t know, child, but I want to take you away,” the dragon-man said softly. “We have prepared a body for you; you will become the Demon King. Right after we leave.”

“Oh, it’s that dragon. It is indeed quite impressive.” The high priest remembered the dragon he had brought: “That dragon looks to be at the level of a chaotic calamity.”

The dragon man ignored him and looked into the child's eyes.

"I don't want a war to break out because of me," the child said softly.

"Why?" The dragonman wasn't angry; he just wanted to know what ideas had been instilled in him.

"Because we can't win." The child looked up at him and said, "We can't win."

The dragon man was stunned. He slowly closed his eyes to calm himself down.

Then, he slowly squatted down, looked at the child, and said, "With you here, we have a chance to win. We need that chance."

"I meant winning, not victory," the child replied, sitting there.

"What do you mean?" He was stunned for a moment, watching the child slowly stand up, and then grabbed his head.

“No matter who wins, we can’t win. As long as the war starts, we will lose no matter who wins.” The child said, forcing him to look into his eyes.

The dungeon fell silent again, and when the two emerged, the dragonman's aura had changed.

"How is this body?" the high priest said with a smile. "I told you I would help you leave."

“It’s a disaster, though not as good as the previous one, but it’s still enough.” He hesitated for a moment before saying, “You know, I can control more than one monster at the same time, and I can transform into something similar to a fusion monster. The body you gave me back then was a fusion monster.”

"Yes, yes, but it was no use. You fought that Church's Heroine. Do you think you could have defeated her if you had ten times more magic power back then?"

"No."

"Twenty times?"

“A hundred times wouldn’t have mattered. My resistance is child’s play to her. The difference between us isn’t in some ability, but in our very essence.” He paused and said, “Don’t even think about it. Although you helped me regain my freedom, I will never help you fight against the Church again. I can’t handle any of the saints. I’m not stupid enough to throw my life away.”

"Is that so? What a pity," the high priest said softly. "It seems there is truly no hope."

"Hope is often just poison; it's best not to have hope for the impossible." Qing glanced at him: "Teacher, you've gone mad."

"Then what have you become?" The high priest did not deny this.

"He's just a bad guy."

"But you seem to really want to do good deeds."

“A bad person doesn’t stop being bad just because they do good deeds, and a good person doesn’t stop being good just because they do bad deeds.” Qing looked at him and said, “You took a wrong turn, but you can go back. I took the right path, but I can’t be with you.”

"Haha, you're getting a bit too literary." The high priest scoffed, and the two of them looked at the horizon, where countless monsters and several high-ranking priests were locked in a deadly battle.

It's breathtaking, but I just want to sigh softly.

"Don't you feel tired of living?" Qing said softly, "It must be painful not to be able to die."

“Yes, yes, living is so tiring. I feel like I have a chance to die,” the high priest said. “I’m not as strong as a young man, and I can’t bear such a heavy responsibility.”

The high priest patted him on the shoulder and then turned and left.

"Aren't you going to help?" Qing asked softly without turning around.

“If the three saints are here, and they can’t stop it, then there’s no use in me going. If they can stop it, then there’s no use in me going.” The high priest said casually, “I’ve angered the swordsmith by bringing you out here. I’m going to take a good bath in preparation for being dismembered.”

He spoke casually, seemingly unaware of the terrifying things he was saying.

Qing frowned as she watched his departing figure.

He slowly turned around and drew the greatsword he was carrying from behind him.

Suddenly, dragon wings sprouted from his back, and he soared into the sky, swooping down towards a twisted monster.

It was shaped like a coffin, and also had several long arms, tentacles, and a large mouth distributed all over its body.

Like something from a nightmare.

It ignited the sword in its hand, setting its entire body ablaze. In the raging fire, it and the monster burned together.

It is now almost evening, and the sunlight is slowly shining on the world, but it is about to go out.

At that moment, the enormous monster was set ablaze, letting out a roaring howl.

Other, more twisted things lurked around it, but they didn't harm the dragonman at all; he was pierced through by the tentacles.

The blue and the twisted things merged into one, and then the monsters that tried to get close were also incorporated into it.

The four calamities were twisted together, and when they screamed together, it was like a monsters' carnival.

The dragon that wanted to help the dragon people sensed something was wrong, but it was too late. Countless tentacles struck it and wrapped around its body.

It fell into the chaotic flesh and blood without any struggle, and the magic of the four calamities condensed on its body into black, exaggerated, twisted and violent armor.

When this chaotic calamity dragon opened its eyes again, they had turned into crimson pupils against a black background, and magma flowed within its black armor. It had two pairs of wings, and its tail resembled a spear covered in thorns.

These twisted monsters did not head towards human settlements, but instead devoured the calamities one by one.

Those enormous things became part of this dragon.

In the end, only this giant dragon remained of the enormous monster.

He didn't know how many of these monsters he had eaten, and his body had grown to eight times larger, but it wasn't twisted. He roared in place, and everyone could see the magma surging up from the earth washing over his entire body. He spread his six black wings, and the magma condensed into ice. In just an instant, his entire body was frozen in frost.

The mere step it takes on the ground causes earthquakes, and the flapping of its wings creates gales. Its enormous pupils reflect everything around it. And the sound of its howl still shakes the mountains.

This is the Demon King; Qing has become such a monster. He is a perfect being, one that even the Church needs to take seriously.

But it just stood there, supporting its enormous body.

He turned his head and glanced at the girl who was stepping on his eyelids; she was the knife maker.

"I have no hostility. I will stay here. If I feel disgusted, I will leave." Qing's voice echoed in the swordsmith's mind.

"I just don't want you to eat that dragon." The swordsmith's expression was serious, though she was joking. She was ready to risk her life to kill the creature at any moment.

Among monsters, it is second only to the Demon King and above all things. All monsters are merely a part of it. Only those who are also Demon Kings can stand against it.

But he felt useless, because even so, he could not stand against even a single saint.