Man on the ark, forced to become king

Even though she bears the title of Demon King, only a small number of people within the Tower of Babel are truly willing to support her; they are insignificant compared to the entire race.

War, slaughter, and chaos are the true reflections of most Sarkaz. They use brute force to reclaim what is rightfully theirs and move forward. For them, Regent Theresis is the true king they want to follow because he can bring them war and victory.

Theresa believed that doing so was a short-sighted and doomed endeavor, and that Kazdel was incapable of standing up to the world—a conclusion that had been reached many years ago.

If even the once glorious royal court was shattered in war, what about the devastated country today?

But she was powerless to do anything about it.

She had been working towards this for decades, but reality told her that no one could be the savior of the Sarkaz; that person was neither Theresis nor her.

Even if she gave her all and her life, she could only protect a few people in the end.

Theresa knew her death was inevitable, but she never imagined it would come so soon.

If a king stands against his people, then who is the traitor?

For a dying person, the answer seems to no longer matter.

Escape? How can I escape?

Such a magnificent spell, behind which countless lives were sacrificed, all for her alone. Escape? How could that be possible?

Click~click~

Dark crystals emerged from the air, covering the dress like scales, shrinking, settling, and forming the dark armor.

One, two, three...

One by one, the rings binding his fingers shattered, and with each ring that broke, the armor deepened in color, until all ten rings were broken, and the armor completely covered his body. A greatsword with a curved, alien hilt extended from his palm, gleaming crimson.

"Ascalon, take them away."

Theresa's voice sounded somewhat distorted, as if dozens of voices overlapped after being blocked by the armor. Standing there, she became the deepest darkness in hell.

"Your Highness! I—"

“This is an order. Your presence here will only hinder my actions.”

The cold combat boots stepped on the ground, kicking up a ring of sand and gravel, and the gray-white shield surrounding them quietly shattered.

Clang!

The pitch-black blade pierced the ground. Theresa stood leaning on her sword, a huge shadow of indistinct shape vaguely appearing behind her. All the blood mist that approached was evaporated in an instant. A black and red energy, as if it were tangible, swept out, roaring like a tsunami, and bloomed into an expanding ring on the earth.

"……Walk!"

Ascalon managed to squeeze out a single word, lowered her head, and led the guards away in another direction. She could feel her body no longer obeying her brain's commands, as if another consciousness had forcibly taken over control of her body, driving her away.

A dark red vortex surrounded them, and the abyss-like winds opened up a passage for them to go outwards.

In fact, nothing came forward to stop them; perhaps their existence was irrelevant to the people who did all this.

Compared to the Demon King, even elite operators are no different from insects at this moment.

"Your men have left safely, Your Majesty. You should now continue your journey."

Bones were drawn from the ground, flesh and blood shed from the monster, and ethereal shadows condensed in the blood mist. They eventually combined to form the white-horned Sarkaz cloaked in a black cape.

Bow down and pay respects.

The pardoner was extremely respectful, and the twisted monsters rushed up from behind him. The sky and the earth were completely covered by the crimson hell, leaving no way to escape.

If this were a funeral, it would certainly be grand enough.

"The pardoner?"

When the people who appeared before her were not the ones she had expected, Theresa breathed a slight sigh of relief. A surge of power flowed through her tattered body, and the Originium crystals beneath her armor multiplied wildly, almost filling the entire space.

Once the decision was made to use this power, there was no turning back.

Theresa had always kept her physical condition a secret, and even Kal'tsit was unaware that her body had deteriorated to the point of near collapse. Only she knew that if she were to use the Demon Lord's power in battle, it would be the last time.

She is now like a blazing torch, powerful Originium magic supporting the monster known as the Demon King as she roams the land. The torch will eventually burn out, but before that, she will be the strongest Demon King, a hero who once ended the war.

"Your Majesty, why persist in this futile effort? Stop now, and we will give you the utmost respect. Only someone of your status is worthy of such a magnificent funeral."

Theresa was willing to speak up and didn't immediately start fighting. The absolutist was happy to do so. He knew that the current Demon King's body was gradually declining and it was impossible for him to maintain the full power of the Demon King for long. It would be more advantageous for him to stall for time. If he could stall until the Demon King was exhausted, that would be even better. No one wants to face a king who is at his end, not even a madman.

"Is it the Court of Kings, or Theresis?"

Theresa's voice spread out along with the violent energy surge, and a darkness deeper than the night stretched in all directions, as if to drag everything into an endless abyss.

The pure black king raised his arm, and almost tangible Originium energy overflowed from the gaps in his armor. The surrounding air, filled with extremely dense energy, became as viscous as water, rippling outwards.

"A product of twisted flesh and spirit, you think you can defeat me with that?"

All weakness and gentleness were cast aside. Theresa seemed to have returned to the battlefield of a hundred years ago. The domineering power of a queen was revealed at this moment. She just stood there, as if she controlled the entire world.

Since this is the final curtain call, let's make it shine even brighter.

Here, with no one of her own kind around, she can unleash her power without any restraint or inhibition!

You should know—

Her voice boomed like thunder, and the violent pressure turned the area within a radius of several hundred meters into darkness. Everything that approached, whether it was a twisted monster or a soldier empowered by magic, froze in place at the same time, and their scarlet pupils turned a bit black.

"Even inanimate objects must obey my will!"

Click!Click!

Crystals condensed from their bodies, like blooming black flowers; even their madness could not resist the Sarkaz King's summons.

Even the king can subdue them, and rituals and magic cannot defy the instincts that come from the body.

"Your Majesty, you..."

The flesh puppet controlled by the Pardoner also froze in place, its arms and ankles covered in crystals. He felt half of his body slip out of his control in an instant. All he could see was pure blackness, with no distinction between heaven and earth. Everything was plunged into chaos, leaving only that abyss-like figure standing at the center of the world. Visible black and red vortexes rotated and contracted from the outside in, trying to engulf everything in them.

What kind of monster is this, capable of single-handedly rivaling their ritual arrays and even gaining the upper hand?

Without truly confronting that kind of fear, relying solely on data on paper is clearly insufficient to understand the immense power that inspires fear worldwide. Even a god standing on such ground could not accomplish much more.

The essence of the Demon King has transcended humanity and reached the realm of gods.

Even the pardoner, who had been planning for so long, was stunned into silence at this moment, and his main body, thousands of meters away, trembled.

He immediately realized that they had underestimated the power of the Demon King. Their crude ritual artifacts were simply no match for the king's power!

She can even forcibly control mindless puppets! There's absolutely no hope of dealing with her using living beings!

The absolution master even had the illusion that perhaps this Demon King could even control real inanimate objects like earth and stone. She stood there, and everything within her domain was subject to her control, without exception!

What would such a powerful force look like on a battlefield where armies clash?

Unrivaled, invincible!

If this Demon Lord had revealed her power at the very beginning of the civil war, she probably could have ended all the internal strife in Kazdel in just a few days. All the conspiracies and ambitions would have been meaningless in the face of absolute power, and given her physical condition at the time, she could have easily withstood it.

But the truth is, she only fully revealed her power on the very day she was on the verge of death...

How stupid!

That's simply...a terrible waste!

After fear came extreme greed. No one can resist power comparable to that of a god. An uncontrollable greed arose in the absolutist's heart. He manipulated the puppet to turn its gaze with difficulty, staring intently at the king standing in the abyss, as if he wanted to devour him.

This is a truly powerful force capable of turning the tide of battle. Such power should be used in the most appropriate way and handed over to those who can wield it, rather than left to rot in the hands of a cowardly woman!

So powerful...so wonderful!

Soon... very soon all of this will be in their hands!

Chapter 153 Forbidden Objects: Chimera

"Goodness, I think I can smell defeat."

The spirit horse with horns leaped over the hills as if it were running on air, blurring the scenery on both sides as it moved at high speed. Golden light swirled around Toret, pushing aside all obstacles.

The spirit horse possesses a considerable degree of intelligence and does not require deliberate control. Lin Lu is quite at ease about it and even has the leisure to make a couple of jokes.

"Do you even need to smell it? Any normal person can see it."

Lani sat steadily on the horse's back, remaining completely still no matter how Torret's body moved.

Regardless of its inherent strength, this expensive puppet body can completely ignore this level of turbulence and impact. Its performance is extremely superior, and even a novice who is not skilled in close combat can gain a considerable improvement by using it, let alone the fact that it is now being controlled by a 'god'.

She straightened her body so that her head could go over Lin Lu's shoulder in front of her, and looked up into the distance. Her fiery red hair was flying everywhere, and all she could see was a jumble of things.

The colors of black and red intertwined, turning the overcast sky into a chaotic mess, like two different paints mixed in a bucket, their distinct colors intertwined and creating a bizarre and surreal scene.

Anyone with eyes can see that it is definitely not a naturally formed scene, but the product of some kind of collision of forces.

Considering the news coming from the Tower of Babel today, it's self-evident who caused this situation.

Besides that demon king, who else could possibly do it?

It's just unknown who her opponent was, that they were able to fight the current Demon King to such an extent.

Several thoughts raced through Lin Lu's mind, but she rejected them one by one.

He didn't know much about Kazdel. Most of his information came from the dictation of the senior messenger Mostima, as well as some bits and pieces from Kal'tsit and Lungmen. All of that information combined probably wouldn't even give him a clear understanding of the political and military structure of Kazdel. It was practically impossible to guess who was fighting the Demon King based on such limited information.

However, at this point in time, it is highly likely that the person who took action was someone from Regent Theresis's side, a point that anyone would agree on.

The ambitious regent wanted to end the long civil war and take control of the entire country, and Theresa, as the rightful heir to the throne of Kazdel, was an insurmountable obstacle.