Chapter 216
Nina's expression twitched; she felt that Denos deserved a good beating.
This is the kind of behavior he displays when a pretty girl appears in front of him. I guess I should examine myself to see if I've been too lenient with him in certain matters.
But she heard Lina laugh, laughing so hard she almost fell over, and she didn't seem happy at all.
"Silly child, do you recognize me?" she asked, then suddenly walked over and pinched Denos's face, rubbing it: "You don't look much like your father, you take after me."
Denos froze for a moment, staring at her for a long time.
"Mom?" he tried to ask.
For some reason, the name just slipped out, and Nina was stunned when she heard it.
“It’s Mom,” she said with a smile, then hugged Denos in front of Nina. She was a little shorter than Denos, and Denos tried to dodge but couldn’t.
Denos glanced at Nina, but she was no longer looking at him and turned to walk into the carriage.
Out of sight, out of mind.
And indeed, if this person is his mother, then he really shouldn't interfere.
She peered through the gap in the carriage and watched the woman stand there after she released her embrace.
She's so beautiful. If this person is Denos's mother, she must be close to a hundred years old.
It's truly enviable to be a monster here. I'll be old in a dozen years, but she's still at her most beautiful even now.
At times like these, I always envy the lives of monsters.
"Is that your wife?" Lina asked casually, while Denos was still a little confused.
From the very beginning, he had considered how he should face his mother.
But when he saw his mother, who seemed even younger than himself, he just wanted to remain silent.
His father never thought about resting until his death because of this woman, and spent his whole life trying to prove himself.
He hoped to see her one last time before he died.
It's truly pathetic, but surprisingly, Denos doesn't blame her.
He initially felt a bit heartless, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he suddenly realized that Linas had done absolutely nothing wrong.
She lived too long; far too long to dwell on such things. What did she need to do? Spend her best years whispering to her father's grave every day?
Thinking about it this way, it was right for her to leave after giving birth to me. Because from the very beginning, I and my father were from a different world from her.
"I'm asking you a question," Lina said helplessly, looking at Denos's bewildered expression.
“Yes.” Denos nodded, looking at Nina who was secretly watching them: “She is my wife.”
“That’s good. He’s just an ordinary human,” Lina said softly. “You two will probably be very happy together.”
“Yes, that’s right,” Denos said softly. “We’re a good match.”
“Then I’m relieved,” Linas said, then snapped her fingers, and a blue spirit horse appeared in front of the carriage and was chained.
The earth dragons died in their previous rampage, so now they need something to pull the carriage.
After Karl arrived, the carriage slowly drove towards the monster standing there. Linas greeted it and then jumped onto the carriage.
"Have we met somewhere before?" Denos asked. "I feel like I know you."
"Long time no see," she replied, grabbing her skeletal mask.
With bones shattered, the mask was forcibly torn off, revealing Deedris's face beneath it to Denos.
The remaining part of the mask slowly merged into the body, gathering into small horns on the head.
After a long silence, Denos asked, "How did it come to this?"
“If you had come sooner, I might not be like this now.” She looked at herself and said, “I don’t know what happened to me.”
"Congratulations, you're the Demon King now." Linas, sitting on the other side, said with a soft laugh, "How is it? Can you feel your power flowing endlessly?"
"Why did this happen?" Deedrey asked. "I just gripped that sword..."
"Don't forget you blew up my house! You're not allowed to go anywhere until you rebuild it for me." Lina chuckled, "Oh dear, that was an old lady's home!"
"Not long ago you were calling yourself a girl."
“I call myself a girl because I really am a girl, and I call myself an old woman… Ah, time is such a cruel thing, ha, ha, ha.” She laughed like this, looking quite cheerful.
Karl did not participate in such discussions; regardless of what had happened, he needed to restore his holy power.
Otherwise, if another accident occurs, I will be left with nothing but to watch helplessly.
Dedeline stopped talking soon after, got out of the car, and ran across the plain.
It's much easier to think when you're running.
You should have thought it through before you took it.
The Demon Seal combined with the magic power of the Chaos Calamity is the Demon King.
There is no simpler formula than this.
Both weapons were made from the magic core of the Chaos Catastrophe, and both possess magic seals, even multiple of them.
In themselves, they are essentially demons. Perhaps it's just that for some reason, they don't show it outwardly.
When she grasped it, she and the weapon became one in a certain sense, and being connected to such a high-level thing, she directly became the Demon King.
I never imagined that things would be so simple; I just obtained something, and I was driven to evolve.
She hadn't considered this question. Perhaps when she suggested whether or not she should have a magic mark, she had a thought that maybe she could become as powerful as the little spider.
But it was fleeting, because no one had ever told her that it was so simple—that if she could get it, she would become a monster herself.
"Beautiful one, why do you live?" Suddenly, a strange voice rang in her mind. Dedeline paused for a moment, then guessed that it was the sound of weapons.
It is said that powerful weapons possess souls and can turn others into demons, presumably harboring demons within them.
"Someone killed my husband, and I want revenge," Deedri thought, leaping high into the air. With just that one jump, she reached hundreds of meters in the air, looking down once more at the entire plain.
"Hahahaha." Another different voice rang out: "But you don't seem like someone seeking revenge. You don't seem to have much of a desire for revenge in your heart."
"So what?" Deedri didn't care what they wanted to say; she was waiting for them to name their price.
Power gained without reason always comes at a price, and she wanted to know what that price was.
Do you want her soul or her body? Or do you want both?
Who knows? None of these things look like good stuff.
“Boring fellow.” Another voice said, “You’re not calm, you’re just a little upset.”
"I am indeed upset, but it's entirely because of you. I'm very confused right now," Dedeline shouted, looking at the ground she was about to fall to.
"Us?" Countless voices rang out simultaneously: "Ha, ha, ha ha, ha ha ha."
They suddenly started laughing, and Deedri felt a darkness before her eyes. When she could see clearly again, all she could see was a sea of fire.
The place where she could have landed had become scorching hot, and when she landed, her whole body was set ablaze.
However, she did not feel any pain, even though her whole body ached.
For no apparent reason, tears streamed down her face and fell into the sea of fire.
Before her lay a distorted scene. A hideous, grotesque monster guarded a white flower, the only spot that hadn't been set ablaze.
That was a tiny spider, not humanoid, but the monster from the beginning.
Twisted and grotesque, but Deedris could tell he was laughing.
It wasn't a crazed smile, but rather a genuine joy. His entire body was charred, and black blood flowed from it.
But he was laughing, laughing so happily, as if he had no worries at all.
She wanted to walk over, but she couldn't move because she didn't know when her legs had been burned off. She sat on the ground, her whole body slowly turning black.
She suddenly turned around and was still standing where she should have landed, and the sea of fire around her had disappeared.
But my eyes were still wet.
"You suffer inexplicably, yet you don't want to do anything." The voice from before rang out again: "Your state of mind is disgusting."
Dedeline started running again, heading towards Lingsen.
"Perhaps," she said. "What are your thoughts, esteemed deities?"
"You should realize that you are in hell."
"You should understand that a person who is indifferent is fearless."
"You should understand that you have no one to rely on."
"You should understand that your actions have led to a dead end."
Those guys were all talking at once, making a lot of noise.
Dedeline just listened, because towards the end, these guys seemed to start arguing. They were calling each other accusations of saying unreasonable things.
She laughed, running wildly across the plain, laughing loudly.
Those guys didn't even understand what she wanted to say before trying to lecture her? It's really stupid, their stupid actions are just like her own stupidity.
He is arrogant yet insecure, greedy and lazy; he is a presumptuous and despicable person who should be executed.
But the last kind demon king is dead! And what about herself? She hasn't even figured out what she wants to do, so she's not even as good as that monster.
After figuring all this out, I just wanted to laugh, inexplicably wanted to laugh.
Since I have nothing left, it doesn't matter what happens.
"Oh, hello there."
Suddenly, a greeting came from inside, and she was so startled that she almost fell to the ground.
That wasn't a weapon trying to make itself hear through its thoughts, but the sound of speaking.
Are you kidding me? Why would someone be talking here?
She turned to look at the guy standing there, completely dumbfounded.
He waved to himself from afar, and a rat scurried out from his head, stepped on his shoulder, and waved back.
"Why are you here?" Dedeline asked softly, her whole body turning red almost instinctively.
The sheep bone helmet was once again pressed against her face, and her eyes were fixed on the guy standing there.
That was the Arbiter, who reappeared before him after a year and a half.
He was stunned for a moment, and after seeing her angry expression, he remained silent for a while.
“There is a chaotic catastrophe here, and I am here to clean it up,” he said softly. “This is the work of our saints.”
Dedeline was silent for a moment, then smiled helplessly.
Indeed, these guys are responsible for such tasks.
She gritted her teeth, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
This guy suddenly appeared in front of me, without any warning.
An unprecedented rage surged through her body, almost uncontrollably, and she launched an attack.
This was no longer an ability that a normal species could use. As she went all out, the ground cracked, and an indescribable power surged forth, rushing towards him along with her main body.
She had forgotten that as a demon, he could still command her to die; she only regretted not having done so a year ago.
Perhaps she should have gone with Spider-Man; maybe he would have come back alive. Or perhaps they would have died together, and she wouldn't have to wander around like a lost person anymore, but could have peacefully and meaningfully entered into death.
Her sword pierced the Arbiter's body with ease. She was stunned to see how fragile this great man was. She stared at the fearless man.
All he did was ensure that the spreading magic wouldn't harm his rats, a task that was effortless given the strength of his holy magic.
"Does this make you feel any better?" he said softly, then coughed up a mouthful of thick blood.
"You bastard," Deedri hissed softly, twisting the sword in her hand as if it were meant to pierce a huge hole in her body.
But when the sword turned, it was as if she had plunged it into the mud, merely turning it to change its direction.
This thing seems to be made of light; when it gets hurt, the light becomes part of its body.
Dedeline was surprised and drew her greatsword, then jumped back to create a safe distance between them.
He stood there as if nothing had happened, staring at himself with empty eyes.
It was only then that Deedris noticed the difference in this man; his eyes had lost their sparkle and were lifeless. Unlike before, when he was always full of a sense of justice.
Now they resemble benevolent beings and immortals, their eyes empty, devoid of anything, as if the souls do not reside within their bodies, but have dissipated, like ownerless shacks.
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