Chapter 92 Chapter 92 He is the living legacy of the Demon King,…
Before becoming a dog trainer, Lin Miao picked up a meteorite-colored Border Collie from the roadside.
It was still very small then, having for some reason left its mother or owner, wandering along the road Lin Miao passed daily, rummaging through trash cans for a living. The puppy was filthy from head to toe, its beautiful, meteorite-colored fur matted in the mud, looking miserable and pitiful.
However, unlike other stray dogs that like to hide in the dark, this Border Collie is very brave; on every sunny day, it will run towards the bright place, chasing the direction of the sun.
What made Lin Miao decide to adopt it was that every time it saw her, it would decisively stop its actions and rush to her.
The puppy didn't bark or make a fuss, but just stared at her with its dark, round eyes, taking in her presence.
Even if she always stands in the shadows.
"I need to give you a name." Lin Miao patted its head. "Since you're always chasing the sun, let's call you 'Chasing Light'."
What was she thinking at that time?
Standing in the shadow, also untouched by the sun, she could perhaps become a light for a puppy.
…
The life He created is inherited from His blood, His flesh, and His bones;
The life He created was raised by Him, and received His emotions, His thoughts, and His desires from Him.
Everything he has comes from Him, and his memory can also be connected to Him and share joys and sorrows with Him.
——He has nothing without him, and he exists because he exists.
The moment Lin Miao recovered all her memories, her puppy also remembered the things that were abandoned a hundred years ago.
The three-headed dog finally understood why his memory was sealed, why he no longer had any recollection of his master, and why even the sharp end of the vortex could not break the stubborn lock.
He finally understood why there was a bell collar around his neck and a silver chain around his waist, which imprisoned half of his magic power.
It had nothing to do with his injuries, or heaven, or the birds.
...He asked for it himself.
He pleaded in agony and despair to his merciful yet cruel master.
"Why...why..." The demon tried to maintain his upright posture. He remembered what his master said: as his demon, he must not show weakness at any time or in any place.
His knees began to weaken uncontrollably, slowly bending until they collided with the ground with a dull thud.
The three-headed dog knelt beside Lin Miao, its golden eyes blank. "Why could you be so cruel... leaving me in the Styx Realm for a hundred years... I don't remember anything, and I don't know what you've been through..."
"I thought I wasn't good enough and no longer worthy of your trust... I could never... wait for you again."
"……Owner."
A hundred years of watching over the Styx, a hundred years of being accompanied by darkness, a puppy growing into a big dog, a youth growing into an adult, he waits for his master.
No name, no face, no voice, not even in his impression.
When retrieving the memory, a certain fragment suddenly broke into my mind, surpassing all thoughts and emotions.
Reiss recalled that he had unilaterally severed his connection with Hell during the past hundred years, but when the Lustful Lord rarely woke up, he would still have some interactions with his three colleagues.
By chance, Errol was invited by Cecilia to watch her training her subordinates.
The demons of the Palace of Music were unaware of his arrival. During a break, the three-headed dog accidentally heard the underage demons mention his name in a conversation.
What could be said about him, what was there about him that was worth discussing? Errol was curious.
After all, he himself doesn't remember what "great achievements" he has done.
So he quietly stopped and listened for a while, then he realized that they were actually talking about the Demon King, but they were talking about him, the Demon King's original dog.
Errol didn't know whether it was Cecilia who told them those things, or whether Mammon was involved. Anyway, they said -
They said the three-headed dog was pitiful. A single demon guarding the Styx, day after day, carrying out an order that would likely never be fulfilled.
They also said that the three-headed dog is the living legacy of the devil, a breathing tombstone.
…
A strong sense of bitterness surged into my heart.
Lin Miao propped herself up, took off her mask, and put her arms around his waist, just like she did to Cerberus when he was a child, touching noses with his.
His arms were pressed against the cold metal chains, and his cheeks were hot like the big dog.
She shuddered and felt waves of sadness.
She had been amazed when she ran her fingers through his hair, but it turned out that the black color was inherited from him, the red color came from his gift of Hellfire, and the waist-length hair was just because he liked long hair.
"I'm sorry," Lin Miao said, her smile uglier than her tears. "I'm sorry."
"I've never been a good host."
"I asked you to guard the Styx out of selfishness, and I erased your memory not because you asked me to, but because I knew clearly that if I didn't do that, you wouldn't be able to hold on until I came back."
"The chain was to restrain your reckless abandon, preventing you from running amok in adulthood, regaining your memory, and seeking revenge for me. The collar left a vague memory of 'the master's instructions' in your mind, trapping you in the Styx, where you've been slaughtered all day, losing a hundred years of freedom."
"I'm sorry... My original intention in creating you was not pure. I just... I just wanted someone to accompany me."
"Later, I wanted you to be happy, to be free, to be surrounded by happiness—but in the end, it seems that I only brought you pain, brought you sins that I was unable to bear."
"I'm sorry... I'm a failed master."
Tears fell from the black pool, forming lines and waterfalls, wetting the face of the three-headed dog, like a rain that would never stop. The raindrops were the sharpest blades, leaving the heart riddled with holes and in excruciating pain.
"No... no..." Reiss trembled as he tried to wipe away Lin Miao's tears, but it seemed as if he could never wipe away all the sadness that his master had felt because of him.
"It's me, willingly."
He thought he was really a bad dog. How could a dog bear to make his best master sad?
He wanted to stick out his tongue and lick away his master's tears, just like when he was a puppy. Whenever he got into trouble, he would jump into his master's arms, act pitiful, and lick his master's face with the tip of his tongue with fine barbs, tickling him until he laughed, and then he would not pursue his mistakes.
"No, don't cry."
The furious head muttered helplessly, like the kind of repeating robot that would be eliminated early if it were circulated in the modern market.
Before his brain could even think of a simple thing, Reese suddenly felt a touch of moisture on his dry lips, gentle and soft.
...His master was kissing him.
At first, it was just gentle caresses, light exchanges of breath, patiently lowering his defenses, which he didn't have, softening and indulging, and then, the tip of the tongue pried open his teeth, and the friction suddenly intensified.
It's no longer a description, no longer a test, it's just entanglement and sucking, doing everything possible to vent the surging emotions that are about to burst.
It was as if he was expressing the irreconcilable contradictions and pains in the most intimate way, integrating all the repression into the outline of his lips and tongue.
The saliva is stirred in the mouth and seems to be about to overflow;
There was a stinging pain as his master bit the tip of his tongue.
The master's blood fused with his, becoming inseparable. The demon tried to devour it, but the master grabbed his jaw.
"Cerberus."
The master's voice came from the sky, speaking to him, and also to Errol and Anwei.
"I swear in the name of the Devil, of all things in this world, I love you the most."
"I love you the most."
“…”
Something oozed out of the three-headed dog's eye sockets, gathered, and then suddenly fell off.
He glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and it was not as crystal clear, small and transparent as he had imagined, but deep, burning and obscure.
The devil's tears of blood meandered down his face, leaving bright red marks, like a ghost, even more weird.
Lin Miao caught the tear of blood in her palm. Before the crimson had dispersed, it transformed into wisps of smoke at her warm touch. The smoke spiraled upward, condensing into a stream of purple light. A key with intricate patterns gradually emerged from the smoke.
The spoon flickered, wandered around, and finally fell back into her hand; its texture was light and thin, with a slight coolness of metal.
'What you need to do is harvest the loyalty, trust, and love of these three heads until these emotions are strong enough to transform into the key.'
Lin Miao thought that Zile always only said half of what he said.
In order to get the key to open the palace, the emotions need to be "strong enough", and there is never more than just the three-headed dog.
"bring it on."
She kissed the corners of the three-headed dog's eyes one last time. Tears still lingered on her cheeks, but she had already recovered from her emotional breakdown.
Lin Miao extended his hands to the dazed Cerberus and the silent Cecia: "Would you like to witness the return ceremony of the Demon King of Hell once again?"
——What responded to her was two weights of unswerving determination.
*
Beneath the dark sky, large areas of broken walls and ruins are hidden.
The once magnificent, luxurious and low-key Demon King's Palace now only has broken plaques and charred beams and pillars left.
Lin Miao stood in front of the main hall, letting distant memories whip up in her mind again and again, and whispered, "Wait for me here."
"No matter what noise comes from inside the hall, you are absolutely not allowed to come in. Do you understand? This is an order."
"yes."
"……Um."
Lin Miao used the power of the Word Spirit, not worrying that they would not comply. She calmly stepped into the ruins.
The main hall's dome had collapsed in half, revealing a sliver of the gray sky. The hall was covered in dense cobwebs, and the dust was ankle-deep. Only the altar in the center, split in two, still lingered with a faint demonic aura, like the last cry of a dying man.
Lin Miao stood in front of the altar and took a deep breath.
The key in her palm felt slightly warm, as if summoned by something. She raised her hand and threw it towards the altar.
The expected metallic clang didn't occur. The key paused and stagnated above the altar, emitting a dazzling purple beam of light. From the bottom came the deep yet powerful sound of gears turning, and the broken altar began to close in the middle.
With a "click" sound, the dust flew away, the key disappeared, and a black and purple scepter slowly emerged above the altar.
The scepter itself is forged from obsidian and engraved with complex flowing magic patterns; the huge purple gem on the top is mysterious and translucent, and three circles of golden and red thorns surround it, like a guardian.
Lin Miao took a step forward and grasped the scepter in his right hand. The warmth of his palm and the coldness of the scepter quickly blended together.
"Buzz—"
With a muffled sound, the scepter suddenly burst out with an extremely dazzling light. A dark purple beam of light shot straight into the sky from the broken roof, illuminating the black sky.
Lin Miao felt a sharp pain in his head.
The card pool and skill panel stored in his mind were like glass windows that were bombed and shattered into pieces; those skill icons arranged in sequence seemed to have generated their own consciousness, from "All Things Stop Fighting" to "Absorbing Breath and Recognizing Nature", first scattering flowers like fairies, then forming a formation, and drilling into the depths.
"Uh ...
Millions of strands of magic power were like red-hot steel needles, viciously piercing into her meridians.
Lin Miao suddenly arched his body, almost whimpering in pain, staggered backward, and hit his back heavily on the broken stone pillar.
After the magic power came in, it surged non-stop like a flood, washing over every limb and bone with a violent force; the blood vessels seemed to be torn apart, and every inch of it was screaming in severe pain.
The surface of his body had a faint hue of magma, and his skin was burned red by magic.
Various rune arrays swirled around her, and familiar spells buzzed in her ears, carrying an earth-shattering pressure that forced her to support her knees with all her strength to avoid rolling on the ground.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—
The human body simply couldn't withstand this kind of force. Lin Miao remained half-dead, half-conscious, waiting for the peak to appear.
The skin began to crack, leaving crisscross marks, and blood flowed out continuously, staining the scepter and the floor beneath him red.
The lines on the staff absorbed the blood, emitting an even richer dark purple light. Lin Miao felt even more pain, so much so that she wondered if she could really hold on until the turning point she had set. She wouldn't just fail miserably at the last level.
The hand holding the scepter never loosened.
I can't give up... I can't...
She told herself.
She doesn't have the qualifications.
Think about the three-headed dog... think about Cecilia, think about Mammon, Beelzebub, think about those who have waited for you for a hundred years, Miao.
Bones crackled, as if being shattered and then reassembled. Human skin peeled off completely, then was covered with magic and reattached.
The purple gem on the top of the scepter finally emitted a soft light, and the gentle yet powerful force firmly protected her soul and alleviated her pain.
The scattered consciousness gradually condensed, and the prototype of the soul sea slowly emerged.
Metamorphosis.
Black magic patterns spread from her neck to her entire body, forming complex patterns, then disappearing into her skin and engraving into her bones and blood.
Her clothes began to change.
Purple beams streamed across his body. In a few breaths, his short, stand-up collar armor covered his shoulders, and his purple tights and high-waisted belt defined his waistline. His riding pants, fitted to his legs, were inlaid with dark gold protective strips, extending to his ankles and tucked into his high-top combat boots.
The black cloak fluttered high in the hurricane of demonic breath.
The last bit of magic power merged into the body, and the body was reshaped.
The human aura on Lin Miao completely disappeared, and instead, it was replaced by the powerful demonic power of the Demon King that spread across the entire hell in an instant.
Defense, dreaming, thorns, teleportation, spiritual words... the skills that once relied on the panel to use were completely integrated with her new soul sea and could be controlled at will.
Lin Miao gripped the scepter tightly and raised it slowly. The turbulent magic power in the hall subsided and turned into purple light bands surrounding her.
Suddenly, those light bands swung their tails like dragons and rushed towards the sky. They intertwined and twisted in the light that had not yet dissipated, combining into a huge pattern of power.
——"Demon King's Order".
——The Demon King Miao, who once ruled Hell with absolute force, announced his return after a hundred years.
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