Forced to Sell Myself to the Female Lead After Killing the Male Lead Chapter 1 - 1

Chapter 1:

Northern part of the continent.

The decades-long fierce battle between all the race and the demon race has reached its end.

In the Demon Lord's palace built of obsidian, Apophis, with Black hair, red eyes, and two horns on her head, stands there emitting an aura of fear that terrifies all creatures. she sits silently on her crimson throne, watching ahead.

A girl with Silver hair and Golden eyes, holding a long sword, slender in stature, kneels on the ground. Her armor was badly damaged, and blood covers half of her face, giving her a very miserable appearance.

Just like the countless tis before, the powerful Demon Lord has once again defeated the strongest individual in this world, the Goddess.

Now, this Goddess is at her rcy, to play with, humiliate, and torture, both ntally and physically, giving her the greatest blow.

But Apophis does not do so.

Goddess do not die. Even if she is reduced to ashes, she will be reborn at so point, leading an army to once again attack the Demon Lord's castle.

This has happened many tis already.

Similarly, even if the Goddess is dismbered and thrown into the human coalition, it will not have a good deterrent effect.

Because everyone knows she will not truly die.

The booming sounds of explosions co from outside, and cracks begin to appear on the solid palace walls.

She doesn't need to go out to know that a tide-like army, with the assistance of countless races powerhouses, has entered the Demon Lord city, the Demon Lord's palace, and will soon enter this great hall.

The Alliance are about to win.

Apophis stands up from her throne, with a calm yet resolute posture, approaches the Goddess, looking directly at this subordinate who has been captured by her nurous tis, and says in a decisive tone.

"The demon race must never be enslaved!"

Despite having the most powerful Demon Lord in history, the demon race is still weaker than humans and the Alliance in terms of overall strength.

Knights, mages, and holy n and won all have great power. It was only with the support of the Demon Lord that the situation was barely balanced.

In recent years, a technique known as Fighting Spirit has been developed by humans, allowing ordinary human soldiers to fight against individual mbers of the demon race.

The demon army is completely defeated, and the Demon Lord is helpless.

Apophis knows well that the Alliance coalition will soon take her head, capture all the demon Kings, imprison them, reduce the demon civilians to slaves, and force them to toil day and night, struggling at the edge of life and death.

Just like what humans have done to the demon race after their victories in history.

"No matter how many tis, I will rise again!"

*Bang!*

The great doors of the palace were shattered and blasted away, as the Alliance experts gathered together, ard with long swords, staffs, crosses, and other weapons, ready to hack the red-eyed, black-haired Demon Lord to death.

But when they felt the energy fluctuations concentrated in Apophis's hands, they all stopped in their tracks, their faces showing expressions of horror.

"The ultimate forbidden spell! It's the ultimate forbidden spell that costs the life of the Demon Lord!"

The defeat was already certain. Even if all the experts here were killed, it would not stop the advance of the Alliance coalition.

But at least, the Demon Lord must not be captured, she must not beco a prisoner.

She would die here in a grand and defiant way, proclaiming to the world that the demon race will never give up resistance!

Of course, she will not truly die. If even the Goddess can master the art of reincarnation, how could the Demon Lord Apophis not know it?

In a few years, decades, or even centuries, she will be reborn and rescue the demon race from their oppressed fate!

"You guys go quickly," the Silver-haired Goddess struggled to stand up and waved her hand at her follower, "I'll hold him off."

"Okay!"

Hearing this, those people didn't stay a mont longer and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the Goddess behind like a discarded pawn.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord couldn't help but show a look of disdain on her face.

"Is this what your follower are like?" Apophis said, "Cowardly, selfish, disgusting."

"There's no helping it, they don't have the art of reincarnation. Once they die, they really die," the Goddess stared straight at the Demon Lord, her gaze gradually moving to her face, "To be honest, Apophis, should I hate you now?"

"Hmm?"

The Demon Lord held the destructive energy in her palm and looked over with a sowhat puzzled gaze.

"Think about the previous tis, after you defeated , you chained with iron chains, bound with a collar, and locked in a dark cell without seeing the light of day... but you never touched . Not only did you not touch , you didn't let anyone else touch either. For a while, I thought you were a pervert who didn't like won."

"Ha?" Apophis was completely unable to understand the logic of the other party, "Why should I touch you? Why should a Demon Lord touch a Goddess?"

"Because I think I'm pretty good-looking," the Goddess explained, "Think about it, after capturing soone who claims to represent justice, what would a normal person do? Surely they would first do this, then that, thoroughly exploit and humiliate..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Apophis was very doubtful about whether there was so problem with her brain when she last reincarnated, leading her to start talking nonsense in front of her, "I have no interest in you!, even if I do why would I be interested in woman? I only care about the fate of my people!"

"Yes, it's because of this, so I don't hate you," the Goddess flipped her silver hair, "Everyone calls you the 'Tyrant Demon Lord', but sotis, you are unbelievably gentle."

"So, Apophis, can you give up your plan and live the life you want?"

The Demon Lord didn't answer imdiately. She looked at the Goddess's face, then at the city behind her, ablaze with fire. After a long pause, she spoke.

"I can't..."

"When I took on the title of the Ruler of the Abyssal Demons, it represented more than just myself. The demon race respects , the generals believe in , and I promised to bring them a better life, a more hopeful future."

"So, in every battle, I give my all, because I don't know if it will be my last chance."

"From the birth of the demon race, we've had our glories and our declines. My Effort have shaped our history."

Destructive energy pulses from Apophis's hand, a terrifying power seemingly reaching a critical point.

"To restore the glory of the demon race, to protect my children, it is my unshirkable duty!"

"Alright, alright," hearing her impassioned words, the Goddess didn't get angry, instead, she smiled sowhat happily, "I didn't plan to dissuade you with just a few words. If anyone understands you best, I'm second, and no one dares to claim the first."

"...Next ti you reincarnate, maybe you should check your brain first?"

Apophis's mouth twitched.

"I'm really curious, if one day you no longer need to fight, what would you beco?"

The Goddess raised her broadsword, channeling all her life force into it, the blade emitting a dazzling golden light.

"What are you doing?" the Demon Lord frowned, "Such a collision of two powerful forces could have unpredictable consequences! Even the Goddess reincarnation technique might not be spared! Are you throwing away your life?"

The ultimate forbidden curse was already ford, and Apophis had no way to turn back.

"We should also have our own lives," the Goddess said, "Don't you think, Apophis?"

"Absolute Sword!" "Ultimate Forbidden Curse·Reincarnation!"

Boom——

A massive mushroom cloud, large enough to cover the sky, rose from the Demon Lord's city. At that mont, both the demon race and humans turned their heads to look.

With this battle, decades of chaos ca to an end, and the continent entered a new era.

As for the Demon Lord and the hero, they beca just two terms in history textbooks, occasionally ntioned...