"Ah!" Suddenly, from the chaos ca the Tyrant’s anguished roar, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing.
Imdiately after, a massive arm suddenly fell from the chaos, with a torrential blood rain pouring from the wound.
On this arm remained a blood-red arm guard, which was unmistakably the Tyrant’s arm guard!
His arm had been cut off!
The followers and soldiers under the Tyrant’s command all turned pale, their bodies trembling violently, their eyes fixed on that chaos.
"He’s on the brink of defeat!"
"Quick, kill him while you can!"
"This is a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity!"
"Don’t let him escape!"
For a mont, the excited voices of countless demigods echoed from the chaos.
The brilliance and clamor within the chaos suddenly escalated to the extre, indicating that the battle had reached its final stage, about to be decided.
The air was filled with a tragic aura, as if an epic was nearing its end, a legendary figure approaching the terminus of life.
"Tyrant, you are on the brink of death; any last words?" At this mont, the voice of the Crazed God erged from the chaos, full of certainty in victory.
"What is there to fear in death? I only regret not being able to complete the grand ambition of unifying the Demon Realm!" The Tyrant’s voice remained domineering, yet carried a hint of regret: "I am not the tyrant you accuse of being. I rely sought to unify the Demon Realm, to re-establish order, to bring all powers back to peace. The current killings are for future peace, but unfortunately, you shortsighted fools cannot understand my efforts! Once the Demon Realm loses my suppression, it will beco even more chaotic, the Hordes of Demons will dance, the Gods will vie for dominance, and Living Beings will be in tornt, with rivers of blood!"
"That is a matter for after your death, not for you to worry about! Journey in peace! Your hands are too stained with blood; you are unworthy of resting in the God’s Tomb. However, the depths of Hell have prepared a place for you! You will be eternally tornted!" A righteous voice sounded.
Then, the chaos within suddenly shook violently, and then returned to tranquility, as if everything had ended.
Imdiately, a majestic figure fell from the chaos, none other than the Tyrant who had lost an arm.
He was already on the brink of death, with only a last glimr of light in his eyes, his body covered in wounds, his clothes in tatters, his Crown nowhere to be found, losing all semblance of a ruler.
But with his sole remaining hand, he still firmly grasped the blood-soaked Slaughter Blade.
At this mont, the Tyrant glanced at the Slaughter Blade dripping with blood in his hand and said with a pained smile: "Back when I forged this blade, the ’Book of Fate’ once prophesied a saying—’The last to be killed by the blade will be the one who wields it!’ I never thought it would truly co to pass! Yet even in death, I will not die at the hands of you petty beings!" With that, he mustered his last strength, raised the slaughter blade, and slashed fiercely across his own neck.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and his head was directly severed, a shattered Divinity fell out and turned to dust, absorbed by the Slaughter Blade.
His final spark of life was completely extinguished, his remaining body torn to pieces, ultimately transforming into a beam of blood light, dissipating between heaven and earth, leaving only the bloodstained Slaughter Blade behind.
anwhile, the Tyrant Legion in Heaven’s Ruins also all fell down, soon turning to ashes, accompanying him in death.
This ambitious hero, who sought to unify the Demon Realm, was thus fatally wounded by the joint forces of nurous demigods, finally dying by his own hand, becoming part of history.
The chaos slowly dispersed, and the surviving demigods staggered out, most of them bearing wounds, their Divine Power unstable, so missing parts of their bodies that would take years to recover.
They all flew to the vicinity of the Slaughter Blade left by the Tyrant, gazing at it with lingering fear.
Having absorbed the Tyrant’s blood and Divinity, the Slaughter Blade beca even more furious, trembling violently, erupting with vast blood light, harboring a boundless aura of fury. Once unleashed, it would be capable of obliterating heaven and earth, bringing a terrifying cataclysm upon all living beings.
"This infamous weapon has inherited the Tyrant’s will; it is a great threat and cannot be left unchecked!"
"It has been cursed by the Tyrant with his own life, making it difficult to ta! Anyone who touches it risks having their mind interfered with, even being manipulated by it, becoming a heartless, mindless killing machine!"
"’The last to be killed by the blade will be the one who wields it.’ The ’Book of Fate’ has already prophesied, who would dare touch it?"
The demigods debated, but none dared to step forward and touch the blade.
At this mont, a burly man with disheveled hair and a pair of horns on his head, looking insane, suddenly seed to rember sothing and spoke in a booming voice: "I recall, in the Death God’s Temple, there is a unique area nad the ’Hall of Extinction’, specifically for collecting relics of the deceased. Inside, there is a Death Array personally set by the Death God, capable of suppressing powerful relics and turning them into his personal property. Now that the Tyrant is deceased, this infamous weapon qualifies as a relic and can certainly be suppressed by the ’Hall of Extinction’!"
"Once again, Crazed God has a solution!"
"Let us send this infamous weapon to the Hall of Extinction!"
"This Slaughter Blade must not remain to harm others! Sending it to the Hall of Extinction is the best place for it!"
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