Chapter 91: Past Life (Part 2) She is the human Lin Miao, and also the Demon King—…
The sea of blood flows like the raging waves of the Styx, and the raging fire burns the sky like the banner of eternal night.
Hell's 3,600 peaks, over 1,300 lords great and small. The Devil, with his allies, his subordinates, and everything he cherishes, begins his slaughter from the north.
With his powerful and unrivaled strength, he swept through the northern borders and the western regions with the force of thunder, and everywhere he passed was subject to him;
After taking over half of Hell's territory, the name of "Devil King" went from being undeserved at first to being well-deserved, and it spread throughout the entire Hell.
When the three-headed dog entered adolescence, the blood, flesh, and bones given by the Demon King were completely integrated, and his power increased exponentially.
In the third month of the attack on the south, An Wei assassinated Ku Gu and slaughtered Wan Ku Gu with the power of a demon. Beelzebub, the owner of the largest force in the southern region, voluntarily surrendered and became the right-hand man of the demon king.
When only the Eastern Region remained, several great lords in the Eastern Region knew they were no match for the enemy. They united to control the monsters and fight to delay the Demon King, while at the same time reaching out to the human world.
They began to devour human souls to rapidly increase their strength, and used human flesh and blood to feed monsters, causing them to mutate.
The laws of the Three Realms would certainly not allow such practices, and attacking humanity on a large scale would be tantamount to self-destruction.
The Demon King knew this very well, so he did not choose to confront them head-on. Instead, he ordered four high-level demons to surround the Eastern Region and stay in place, waiting for them to reap what they sowed.
...But, what he waited for was not a smooth passage, nor was it the unification of hell and the invincibility of all.
What he waited for was that his soul was damaged and his strength was greatly reduced. What he waited for was that the three-headed dog fell into a coma and was in imminent danger, and his trusted subordinates were seriously injured by the mutated monsters.
On the day when his soul was at its weakest, he could not even bear the concentration of the evil energy in hell and was forced to come to the human world again.
...The devil saw that the entire world was covered with his own "wanted order".
No longer is he some "evil king" who "eats children."
They called Him the Tyrant.
They say that He commanded His men to burn, kill, and plunder in the towns of men, to devour souls and eat flesh;
They said that He would personally take the lead, massacring settlements and burning countryside, bringing unprecedented catastrophe to the world.
They also said that only heaven could save them from the dire straits.
Humans blamed the Devil for all the actions of those lords, hating him, loathing him, and fearing him, and prayed devoutly to the gods and angels to kill him, to restore peace and order to the world, and to allow them to live and work in peace.
Perhaps human prayers can indeed be heard by God. That night, the devil really met the archangel with six white wings holding a trumpet.
He was more powerful, rigid, and indifferent than the angel the devil knew; he was like a ruthless, heartless, and self-less fighting machine.
The Archangel seemed to be incapable of pain and fatigue. Even after being severely injured time and time again at the risk of his life, he could quickly stand up, with his sky-blue eyes and radiant blade aimed at the throat of the Demon King.
When his magic power dried up and he was forced into a desperate situation by the Archangel, he thought he really had no other choice, so he simply sat down, looked at the frozen blue, and said: I am about to be killed by you, I should know your name before I die, right?
The Archangel was silent for a few seconds, and then he told Him: "My name is Gabriel."
Gabriel, why do you have to kill me?
Because the devil commits all kinds of evil and violates the law, his crimes are unforgivable.
But I didn't do that.
...What God says is the truth. The devil is a liar, full of lies. ...A liar.
If you kill me, will you let my subordinates go?
...No. They deserve to be killed.
Gabriel cannot lie.
All right.
The devil thought regretfully that he could not accept this ending.
The hellfire burned, and for the first time it was not directed outward, but at his own soul.
The pure black, crystal clear eyeballs reflected the light of fire. The devil originally wanted to die with Gabriel by self-destructing, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that not only did he not die, but he also returned to hell.
...The fire that was powerful enough to incinerate the soul accidentally returned those inherited memories to Him.
About "holy", about the split godhead, about the thousands of years of being tempered in magma.
About how the laws of nature can be exploited and why he ended up in this situation.
Related to "Zhao".
As bright as the sun, illuminating everything.
He looked around at the seriously injured demons in the Demon King's palace, his dog, his little girl, his allies, and his reliable subordinates who had surrendered voluntarily.
As He recited, He laughed out loud, and tears seemed to well up in the corners of His eyes.
What a great omen.
The devil returned to the highest peak that gave birth to him, and asked the mountain, the fire, and them—
What He desires is freedom and cherishment, what's wrong with that?
The mountain does not answer, and the fire does not respond.
So the devil was silent for a moment, and then he split the mountain and poured out the fire.
The lava flowed with the Holy Spirit's divine power, obeying His command and rolling eastward, instantly engulfing the entire Eastern Region. Not a single demon who had attacked the human world was spared.
The divine power was absorbed into his body, becoming one with him, helping him to go further.
The subordinates were awakened by the devil and watched him complete his coronation in the devil's palace, announcing to the three realms that hell now had a new king.
Cecia said that since He had become the Lord of Hell, He should have a name;
It is best to be majestic and awe-inspiring, so that everyone can feel awe and awe.
Name.
The Demon King was somewhat dazed. Before he recovered his inherited memories, he had never thought of this.
...Then let’s just call it “Miao”.
"profound".
It is as vast as the night, swallowing up all the lights.
Distant, profound, and untouchable. He will be like the eternal night, existing in darkness, deep and vast, enough to swallow up those dazzling brilliances.
He raised his eyes and looked towards the dark sky, as if he was gazing up at the sea of stars.
Are you watching, Zhao?
He is the devil, Miao.
…
When Lin Miao opened his eyes, he found himself in the luxurious and elegant main hall of the Demon King's Palace, exactly the same as in Errol's dream.
Her face felt wet and sticky. She frowned and raised her hand to wipe away the cool water on her hands.
"Isn't the last trace of his soul gone?" she asked bluntly to the purple-clad woman in front of her, "Who are you?"
The woman looked at her and said with a smile, "Of course I am you, Miao."
"My past life of being a tolerant and cowardly person?" Lin Miao sneered.
The purple-clothed woman clutched her chest upon hearing this, looking quite pitiful. "I'm really sad to hear such comments. After all, I've contributed a lot to your modern life."
Lin Miao: "You mean you were born without a father or a mother, beaten and scolded in the orphanage, and bullied in middle school and high school?"
"...If you really have energy and don't know where to spend it, you can find a piece of land to plant melons instead of going in the opposite direction."
"These are all necessary trials," the woman said. "Besides, it's all thanks to me that you've been able to maintain such an optimistic and strong character after going through so much."
Lin Miao took two seconds to react and understood: "You mean, you weakened my emotions in modern times?"
This could explain why she was always calm in modern times. Even though she was accompanied by hardships along the way, she did not suffer from mental illness. On the contrary, her emotions became several times more intense after she came to the Holy Continent.
...She originally thought that she was gifted and was born insensitive to pain.
"Yes, including the fact that you didn't miss the dogs you raised in modern times too much after arriving in the Holy Continent. That was also my responsibility." The woman curved her lips. "Isn't that thoughtful?"
"...The four dogs that have been with me for the longest time, Zhuguang, Pancake, Yunduo and Qingye, are they really just ordinary puppies?" Lin Miao stared into the woman's black eyes and asked suddenly.
"What do you think?" the woman asked, then shrugged. "Of course, you have the right to speculate."
"You are not me." Lin Miao smiled and said firmly, "You are not the Demon King. I now have all the memories I should have, whether as the human Lin Miao or the Demon King Miao."
"Oh?" The purple-clothed woman raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Then who am I?"
"The original god's power was too overwhelming and difficult to disappear. When the Demon King - that is, me, used magma to engulf the Eastern Region, the divine power inside must have been lost and not all returned." Lin Miao said.
"You are the consciousness born from the wasted divine power."
"That's an interesting perspective," the woman said. "What if I deny it?"
"I have the right to speculate."
Lin Miao repeated back exactly what he had said a minute ago.
The woman was amused by her vindictiveness and said provocatively, "I was originally wanting to talk to you about the little white bird in heaven, but it seems you don't need it anymore."
"I don't need it in the first place." Lin Miao raised his chin and sneered, "I'll let him tell me about his affairs himself."
For a moment, the Demon King's Palace fell silent.
"Alright." The woman sighed, giving in. "Since you don't want it, there's nothing I can do to help you. I'll get you out of this illusion."
"...Wait." Lin Miao softly stopped him from casting the spell. "It's impossible to change the ending now, right?"
Hearing this incoherent question, the woman's answer was also ambiguous: "Since the thing you once trusted has not betrayed you, why don't you continue to choose to believe in it?
"Miao." He called her name, "You know very well what is right and what is wrong for you."
"...Thank you, I understand." Lin Miao lowered his eyes, "If there is a chance, I hope we can meet again."
"I will." The woman gave a sly smile. "I promise."
As she finished speaking, Lin Miao's body gradually became as light as a cloud. The majestic architectural scenery around her rapidly collapsed, and the woman's figure and appearance became blurred.
She knew she had to return to reality.
…
“Miaomiao, Miaomiao!!!”
An anxious female voice with a thick sobbing tone was heard in the distance.
Lin Miao recalled the first time she met Cecilia as a human. The owner of the Le Palace had pink hair and pink eyes like a Barbie doll, a charming and affectionate face, and an expression that seemed to be in control of everything and didn't care about anything.
In the few short months since she came back, the pink-haired demon has probably cried more times than in the previous hundred years combined.
Lin Miao struggled to open his eyelids, and at first he saw a blur of white, as if covered by a layer of water-soaked gauze, and could not see clearly; after a few seconds, the "gauze" gradually faded away, his vision began to focus, and the scene in front of him became clear.
She saw Cecilia's red eyes and worried expression; she saw Cerberus' lowered head next to Cecilia.
There was no expression on his handsome face, his eyelids drooped, and his thick eyelashes blocked the look in his eyes. He let Cecilia half-hugged Lin Miao in a futile attempt to wake her up.
Just silence, just silence.
“Miao Miao!!”
The demon woman immediately noticed the eyes that opened under her mask. Her fox eyes widened, and the joy in them almost dripped.
"How...how are you? Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?! When we found you in the palace spire, you were wearing a mask and fell into a coma. We had no choice but to take you out first...I was really, really worried about you..."
"I'm fine." Lin Miao's voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't drunk water for three or four days. She squeezed Cecilia's hand comfortingly. "Wipe your tears."
"Oh...oh, okay, okay." Cecilia did whatever she said and wiped it randomly.
Their movements were quite noisy. As if awakened from a deep sleep, the three-headed dog shuddered at the sound of her voice.
Those who were drowning in deep water suddenly surfaced.
He suddenly raised his head, and his golden eyes met Lin Miao's gaze.
How many emotions can a demon, a demon in human form, carry at the same time?
Was it the unconcealed pain of shock, the suddenness of being stabbed by a sharp object? Or was it the surging, overwhelming grief, too thick to dissolve? Or perhaps it was a faint yet burning hope, difficult to describe, like a flame struggling in the ashes, a moth with its wings mostly burned?
Lin Miao could read so many extreme emotions effortlessly.
It seems like I have walked through a long time and seen too many landscapes, so it feels familiar at first sight.
"Rhys," the corners of his lips curved beneath his mask.
"Really, long time no see."
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