Chapter 981: Chapter 676: Secret Chapter 981: Chapter 676: Secret The seal was broken.
The iceberg shattered.
But the most crucial Demon King was nowhere to be found.
It must be said, this news was too much of a shock for Olaya and the others.
“How is it possible…”
Looking at the coffin in front of her, Olaya couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Why is this happening? According to the legend, the Demon King should be inside the coffin…”
“Let see.”
Duanmu Huai reached out and touched the edge of the coffin, and then his eyes began to darken and deepen.
The world around him began to change, growing darker, as blizzards howling with cold winds blew towards him. Duanmu Huai could feel the coffin shaking, and then it ca to a stop. Suddenly, the coffin lid opened, and a strange, old face appeared in front of him.
“Can it really be sealed for five thousand years?”
“I don’t know, but as of now, this is the best thod.”
Another voice rang out, but Duanmu Huai couldn’t see his face; he was rely retrospecting through this coffin, and what the coffin could sense was not within his control.
“If possible, I would really like to just kill him.”
“But you know that’s impossible. If we killed him now, he would return within three hundred years at most.”
That was true indeed.
Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders; dealing with subspace creatures was tricky since, as soul creations, they were almost immortal. The worst-case scenario was due to racial differences, the revival conditions varied. So, like reincarnating protagonists, could die and be reborn with mories intact starting from infancy, while others lost their mories upon revival, becoming completely different people.
But no matter what, unless one had an ability like Duanmu Huai’s predetermined death, which could completely kill even a deity, or the power of the God of Destruction to completely obliterate everything, it was better to just seal them instead of defeating them and then waiting for their revival and return after three hundred years.
Good luck sealing them for five thousand or ten thousand years, much better cost-benefit than just killing them.
Thus, most worlds’ thod of dealing with subspace creatures was fundantally to seal them.
As for whether the Demon King, driven mad in prison after five or ten thousand years, would seek revenge, that was none of their concern.
Ten thousand years later, even the bones of their grandchildren’s grandchildren’s grandchildren’s grandchildren would be dust; did they care about that?
“Quick, now, bring the Demon King in!”
Soon, another person dressed as a priest ca over and issued the command, then Duanmu Huai saw a tall barbarian warrior carrying a corpse coming towards him. He couldn’t see clearly from this angle, but he could see that the other party was dressed in black armor, with black hair and a pair of demon’s long horns on the head—well, if you said this was the Demon King, he certainly looked the part.
“Bang!”
The Demon King was thrown heavily into the coffin, shaking the whole coffin violently.
“Be careful!”
At that mont, the old mage glared at the barbarian discontentedly.
“The magic circle on this coffin is very intricate; if you ruin even a bit of it, all our efforts will be wasted!”
“If it can be ruined, it just shows how diocre your magic is, old man!”
The barbarian glared back at the old magician and snorted. Beside him, an elf archer helplessly waved his hands.
“With everything at stake now, you’re still arguing! Just finish it, I always have a bad feeling…”
Hmm… Warrior, priest, barbarian, old mage, archer—no matter how you looked at it, they resembled the typical adventure party from a novel.
Duanmu Huai focused his mind and looked again at the scene before him. At this mont, everyone had already placed the Demon King into the coffin, stabbing the Holy Sword into his body. The old mage, priest, and archer raised their hands high, beginning to chant spells, while the barbarian and warrior stood by to guard. Soon, the magic circle began to appear, the imnse energy within quivering, and the ice gradually began to form, bringing the ritual to its critical mont.
However, just at that mont, suddenly, an anomaly occurred.
The warrior, who had been standing on the side, walked behind the barbarian at so point and drove his sword straight through the barbarian’s heart. The latter had never expected to be betrayed by his companion at this ti, his eyes widened silently as he fell to the ground. Then the warrior pulled out his longsword and charged toward the elf, his dagger thrown straight into the latter’s back.
“What are you doing?!!”
Seeing this, both the priest and the mage were shocked, but it was already too late. The warrior had already killed the priest with a backhanded stroke of his sword and then plunged another sword into the old mage’s heart.
Because everyone’s attention and all their strength were focused on sealing the Demon King, they were completely unprepared for the warrior’s sudden attack, allowing him to easily succeed. In a matter of monts, the four adventurers lay dead on the ground, their eyes wide open in death.
The warrior then walked up to the coffin and reached out to grab the Holy Sword—well, at least it appeared, he was quite adept in this regard.
“What an unexpected, beautiful betrayal.”
Just then…
“Give your strength, I need your strength.”
“You need my strength?”
The Demon King’s voice was full of doubt.
“You defeated , and now you actually need my strength?”
“You are no longer my enemy, Demon King.”
The warrior’s tone was colder than the icy winds in a snowy land.
“Now, I have other enemies that cannot be defeated just by swinging a sharp blade.”
“So, you need my strength, how interesting.”
The Demon King chuckled softly.
“Then, what is your offer?”
“You give your strength, and I can forego sealing you, but you must make a pact with , to not enter this world again for five hundred years!”
“That is not enough!”
The Demon King was clearly no pushover.
“This is not a fair deal!”
“It’s not your turn to call the shots, I control the ritual!”
The warrior suddenly raised his voice.
“If you are unwilling, then you will be sealed for five thousand years! The choice is yours!”
“But that’s not enough! So, I have a proposal as well!”
“What proposal?”
“I can agree to your terms, but I have my demands too, which are that, after five hundred years, your descendants will beco my servants, driven by for generation upon generation, forever! That’s the pact!”
“……”
Hearing the Demon King’s demand, the warrior clenched his teeth, fell silent for a mont, then nodded.
“Deal!”
As he spoke, the warrior suddenly withdrew the sharp blade that was piercing the Demon King’s body.
“Very well!”
The next mont, the coffin suddenly opened, and then a humanoid shadow flew out from it.
“The pact is established, I will return to my plane imdiately, ah, right, to prevent any accidents, I will leave part of my strength here—after all, you are the heroes who defeated the Demon King, aren’t you? Oh, and I took your companion’s souls; I think they will enjoy their life in Hell.”
“Get out, Demon King!”
“Hahahaha, I am very much looking forward to the arrival of that mont in five hundred years!”
Having said this, the black shadow suddenly flew into the sky and disappeared into the darkness, while the flas it left scattered and burst out, instantly engulfing four corpses and then transford into a huge demon standing in front of the coffin. Simultaneously, the warrior roared and fiercely raised his right hand, the next mont endless ice burst from the ground, sealing the huge demon and the coffin completely.
“………”
Watching the demon and coffin frozen before him, the warrior was silent for a mont, then decisively turned around and disappeared into the blizzard.
“………”
Well, this plot twist was truly unexpected.
Mr. Duanmu quietly opened his eyes, his expression complex as he glanced at Olaya, who noticed his gaze and looked at him puzzled.
“Is sothing the matter, Mr. Duanmu?”
“No, well, I’m quite interested in the story of the Luminas Kingdom’s heroes; could you tell about it?”
“The legend of the hero? Everyone knows that story. The first hero and his companions went to The Far North, defeated the Demon King who attempted to rule the world, and in that great battle, the hero lost his four companions, but he successfully sealed the Demon King. Upon returning, the then King of Luminas married the princess to the hero, and under the hero’s glory, Luminas beca one of the most powerful countries on this land…”
As she spoke, Olaya extended her hand to the badge on her chest.
“I am a descendant of the hero’s line, and I too have sworn to protect this country like my ancestors!”
“Well, I think it’s quite good that you aren’t like him…”
What could Mr. Duanmu say to Olaya’s response?
He felt that if he told Olaya what he had seen from the coffin’s history, she might very well challenge him to a fight.
To be honest, Mr. Duanmu could guess a bit why the hero had turned against his ruler; the adage ‘dead rabbits don’t need hound dogs’ is an eternal law. Once the Demon King was dead, the hero naturally beca useless. For the ruler, the hero’s high reputation among the people and his own imnse power which could even destroy a Demon King, were a definite threat.
Clearly, the hero was also aware of this.
He wasn’t a Demon King who could live for hundreds or thousands of years; humans inevitably weaken, age, and lose everything.
Perhaps the hero realized this and that’s why he made that choice in the end.
As for that story—please, there was only one survivor, it’s all about how he wanted to spin it.
But this complicates matters quite a bit.
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