"Huh? Why not worship the Demon King?"
Liu Lang felt the air inside the castle; a faint scent of herbs filled the air, and the fluorescent lights on the vines swayed gently, shimmering with eerie green spots.
Only then did the demon leader begin chatting with Bu Xiaosai.
Only then did everyone understand how this group of demons had become like this.
Two hundred years ago, Yao Yong attacked the Demon Court because his vow had been broken, but he was defeated.
Later, the pacifists didn't last two or three years before being completely destroyed by the demon court.
This battle also caused heavy losses to the demon race. After a series of great battles, only seven or eight hundred races remained of the once myriad races.
However, in the end they were not able to achieve independence. Instead, the demon emperor of that time unified the race and changed the names of all the races, making them the true demon race.
But can this really bring peace?
Maybe.
For twenty years after the war ended, everyone lived in peace, consuming the resources within their respective territories.
Until... the first race whose resources were clearly visible appeared.
They tried to acquire more resources, but they couldn't, because under the Demon Court's division, each place was chosen by themselves, and the quality of these places was determined by everyone.
However, due to the abundance of resources in the early stages, the tribe over-exploited and wasted resources, and eventually the tribe could not accept the allocation of resources at a lower level, which led to the emergence of conflicts.
This was not an isolated case. Thirty years after the war ended, the demon race split again. Even though the demon emperor used his authority to stop both sides, they continued to fight each other openly and secretly.
At that moment, a being who looked very much like the Demon Warrior appeared in a certain clan, but the Demon Emperor appeared there immediately and personally killed this being who had received the blessing of the goddess's resurrection.
The Demon Emperor was so powerful that he could break the goddess's blessing.
Until...the Demon Court, fifty years later.
"I, Emperor Mingwu, would rather be a demon in this world than accept defeat!!!"
A terrifying howl echoed from human territory, and a large number of demons perished in the undead army that appeared in the world.
The leader of the undead king even personally killed a demon leader who was ranked fourth at the time.
Who resurrected the human soul?
The demons of the Demon Court were visibly shaken. They were now facing internal conflicts and surrounded by an army of the undead.
However, that undead king actually possessed strength comparable to that of a demon emperor!
New hostile forces have emerged; must they continue their infighting?
That is indeed the case.
The human kingdoms in their undead form waged a century-long war against the demon court.
However, the Demon Court was not a united front. Even with the Demon Emperor overseeing the battle, many hostile forces would not care about the lives of their opponents.
Over time, the power controlled by the Demon Court weakened, while the number of undead troops remained constant.
Some demon leaders, unable to bear it any longer, decided to capture the leader first, but without exception, they all died at the hands of the undead army.
In this century-long war, the demon race eventually fell into a disadvantageous position step by step. Only then did the remaining demon race remember that among the myriad races that had been wiped out, there seemed to be dozens of races that could restrain the undead.
However, they could mostly only suppress the undead, but now... they are all dead.
He's been dead for a long time...
Squeak~~~
The underground prison of the Demon Court was opened, and a demon who had been in a daze for nearly 150 years came into view.
The Demon Emperor silently gazed at the demon warrior before him.
"Now it's your turn to step in."
"......"
"The demon race needs you to save them."
"......"
"No demon race has pressured you in the past hundred years. You are too strict with yourself. In any case, the flames of war have already spread to the demon court and your homeland."
If you insist on staying here, then so be it.
Perhaps it was the mention of his homeland that brought Yao Yong's consciousness back slightly. It wasn't until long after the Demon Emperor left that he picked up his weapon again and looked at the overwhelming army of undead.
I also saw... that old king.
"We meet again, the human king, Emperor Mingwu."
"You look very haggard, haha, you have no energy at all."
Yao Yong remained silent, looking at the undead king before him without offering any rebuttal.
"You know you can't stop me. It's all the will of the goddess, isn't it?"
"Goddess...what exactly is that?"
"It is not possible to say now."
Upon hearing the king's words, the silent demon warrior closed his eyes, recalling his former high-spirited self, and then thought of the old warrior who had confronted him.
Then draw your sword. After all, I am human, and a hero of humanity...
"Then let me draw my sword. After all, I am a demon, and a hero of the demon race..."
The King of the Dead revealed a sneer. This is reincarnation, this is a world controlled by the goddess.
There is no permanent peace, only endless war.
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