Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 126 Forgiving You Is God's Business

Hextech watched as Muller rapidly repaired his body and couldn't help but sigh.

Sometimes, instead of trying to eliminate your opponent, it's better to wait for them to make a mistake.

If Muller doesn't do anything stupid and stays in his original human form, Hextech can only scratch his head at that tortoise shell.

In his human form, Muller's defensive capabilities were extremely solid thanks to his highly developed Eye of Repulsion, making him as impenetrable as a tortoise shell with thick armor, leaving almost no openings.

Hextech can't break through a defense even if he punches for ten minutes.

Because Hextech Heart Steel cannot be triggered against humans, it's impossible to use it like you would against demons, where every punch is a black flash.

This means that even if he puts all his strength into a heavy blow, all his attacks will be neutralized layer by layer when they land on Muller's force field, unable to break through even a little bit, and unable to even scratch the surface of his opponent.

Muller was afraid of dragging it out, and Hex was also afraid that if it dragged on, the enemy's reinforcements would arrive.

However, Muller made a foolish mistake. In order to gain greater power, he prayed to hell to complete the transformation into a half-human, half-demon, and personally abandoned his greatest reliance and advantage.

Furthermore, Holy Scrolls become weaker once they abandon the human body; this is a game mechanic. Otherwise, heretics could simply kidnap a few clergy members and continuously produce heretical Holy Scrolls.

This situation was entirely of Müller's own making; the timing was perfect. However, there might be a devil behind it all, or perhaps the devil himself plotted against Müller.

Forty years have passed; the devil has probably already set his sights on Müller.

Hex had been roasting in the flames a little longer, intending to use this widespread disturbance to lure out a large number of monsters so he could stack steel for him.

Having a hundred or so monsters can increase your health by several thousand.

After all, this demon was clearly not one of Calodos's people, otherwise it certainly wouldn't have made Muller transform.

The monsters that Kalodos had previously commanded had become very cunning. The low-level monsters had become extremely cautious and cunning, and they knew the mechanism of Hextech's power enhancement. They would not allow a large number of low-level monsters to surround and kill him, giving him free steel stacking. As soon as they sensed his presence, they would detour and would not give him any chance.

However, Newcastle is clearly the territory of another Demon Lord. The werewolf in Morremord Village didn't know the extent of Hextech's power and got a good beating from him.

Like humans, demons have clearly defined territorial boundaries and maintain a balance of power. They rarely cross boundaries or arbitrarily interfere in each other's territory. They also don't usually visit each other's homes. Therefore, it's quite normal that the Demon Lord of Newcastle is unaware of Hextech's information.

Hextech also wanted to bully the newbies and lure a wave of monsters.

Unexpectedly, this Demon Lord was so stingy that he actually gave Muller a little power but didn't give him any soldiers to bolster his reputation.

Without actually opening the gates of hell, the massive army of monsters in the hell dimension was unable to descend upon the real world on a large scale.

It seems that the veil of reality is still quite stable. Using Muller himself as a medium to transform him into a half-demon life form with strength far exceeding that of ordinary monsters is already the limit that the demon lord behind the scenes can achieve at this stage.

However, it now appears that Hextech has inadvertently stumbled upon a demon lord's scheme to control a city.

Based on Muller's two statements, it's clear he's been targeted for forty years, and through gradual, subtle influence, he eventually crossed that line. From this series of maneuvers, it's easy to see that the Demon Lord is very patient, but his target is definitely not just Muller; it's likely the entire city. After all, Muller is the uncrowned king of Newcastle, and the sacrifice he can offer is undoubtedly the city itself.

Compared to Kalodos, who forcibly opened the gates of hell and ignited war, this Great Lord of Fortir was much more composed.

Kalodos chose to invade by force, employing the most brutal and direct means of military force.

Meanwhile, Fordrill gradually and covertly infiltrated and influenced key figures in the city's upper echelons.

After decades of patience and preparation, the moment of harvest has finally arrived.

On the battlefield, Muller's arm, which had been shattered by Hex's punch, was rapidly regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bones continued to piece together and recombine, and countless new flesh buds sprouted from the damaged flesh. In just a few breaths, a completely intact demon arm was regrown and formed.

But he didn't get up in time. All the arrogance he had felt before vanished in that one punch, leaving only disbelief.

The power he gained made him believe that his strength was dozens or even hundreds of times greater than that of his peak human form.

In exchange for power, he personally abandoned his human identity, discarded his long-standing faith, and even lost all dignity and principles as a high-ranking bishop of the church.

Just when his confidence swelled and he thought he could sweep away all his opponents, he was punched nearly a thousand meters away by Hextech in his giant form. This huge difference shattered his worldview and made it difficult for him to accept the reality before him.

"Müller, I've said it before, style is what matters."

"Looking at your current ugly state, you should be a bit player who gets kicked to death."

Hex walked unhurriedly toward Muller ahead.

He didn't rush to attack because his Heart Steel was still cooling down. Right now, he was just a physical education student who could unleash a black flash a hundred times stronger every twenty seconds. If he went all out, even with the power of his giant form, he would just be a pretty face and wouldn't be able to break through the opponent's defense. Instead, it would make it easier for the opponent to see his weakness.

Therefore, Hextech needs to slow down and use his persuasive skills to avoid the awkwardness of the cooldown period, and also stall Muller so that he doesn't see any openings.

"You've never truly understood what you've been giving up."

Hex continued to pressurize Muller as he moved forward.

"You think you've only lost your bishop's status and dignity??"

He slowly raised his hands, which had been charred and roughened by the fire. As he gently rubbed them, the charcoal-black crust formed by the high temperature peeled off.

After the outer shell is removed, a smooth, firm, and lustrous new skin is revealed underneath, as smooth and delicate as fine marble.

Hextech now regenerates health every second, recovering hundreds of points per minute, while Muller only deals a few thousand damage to him.

"Although humankind is weak, it has not perished in the past thousand years."

"Why?"

"Because humans are the main characters."

"Human beings have always been protected by the gods!"

This world has always been turbulent. Hellish monsters are constantly coveting the territory and humanity of the mortal world, launching large-scale invasions time and time again. Every outbreak of war plunges the human race into a crisis of near extinction.

But whenever humanity is driven to the brink of destruction, there are always saints and heroes who rise from humble beginnings, stepping forward to shoulder the responsibility of protecting their people and repelling the invading demons. To put it bluntly, this is called the protagonist's halo; to put it nicely, it is humanity's good fortune.

Like Warhammer, the Imperium of Man is like a dilapidated house. Whenever someone thinks that it can be brought down with a single kick, a few burly men will rush out and beat him up.

However, these words had no effect on Müller, who had already completely succumbed to depravity.

Muller's mind had been corrupted, and he had long since abandoned all his beliefs, feeling that everything Hex said was just empty talk.

"The so-called protection of the gods no longer exists!"

He couldn't help but shout angrily, his words filled with despair and hopelessness.

"In the eyes of demons, humans have always been nothing more than livestock, domesticated on this continent, endlessly multiplying, waiting to be harvested!"

"The gods have long since abandoned humanity!"

"Humanity sees no hope whatsoever."

"So, it's better to surrender to hell sooner and be freed sooner!"

Extreme negative emotions filled Muller's heart, and his pupils kept changing. His originally normal eyes were gradually stained with dark black demonic energy, and the demonic aura emanating from his body became more and more intense.

His last remaining human remnants are about to be completely devoured.

However, Hextech doesn't care; as long as he doesn't transform back into a human, it's fine.

"So what if I've joined Hell? You know I'm Hex Horus, so you should know that I've kicked the gates of Hell shut."

"Today, you will die here!"

Muller could no longer remain calm and completely lost his composure, his mind filled only with thoughts of fighting and killing.

Two more arms sprouted from his back, baring their fangs and claws as they charged madly at Hextech. Their moves were completely haphazard, driven only by instinct and a desire to vent their anger. The chaotic attacks slammed into Hextech's body.

The sudden attack caught Hextech off guard, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

Just as Muller was secretly feeling smug, Hex quickly steadied himself, gathered all his physical strength, and delivered a powerful and accurate Rising Dragon Punch to Muller's jaw.

A dull, deafening roar erupted, the immense impact blasting half of Muller's head into a bloody mess, sending a cloud of blood mist flying everywhere.

The massive, muscular half-demon body swayed violently uncontrollably, eventually collapsing heavily to its knees.

With his powerful self-healing ability far exceeding that of ordinary creatures, Muller's damaged head was still rapidly repairing and regenerating, but the impact of this heavy punch completely shattered the last bit of courage in his heart to fight.

The fear of death enveloped him like a tidal wave, and the authority he once held over the life and death of a city vanished, leaving only a deep-seated despair.

He is going to die.

"Let me go, please let me go." He abandoned his last shred of dignity, curled up and let out sobbing cries, bowing his head repeatedly to admit his mistakes and humbly begging Hex for mercy.

"Please, please let me go!"

"I'm willing to sincerely admit my mistake; I really won't do it again!"

Cried?

No one could have imagined that the man who once ruled Newcastle for decades, wielding immense military and political power, and holding a high position of respect, a veritable uncrowned king of the city, would be brought to tears in the final stages of his life.

Hextech now has nearly 20,000 attack power per punch, which is about the same as the life force of a normal demon. Muller, being half-human and half-demon, can withstand two punches, which makes him quite tanky.

So it seems that Muller can only take one more punch at most.

Although Hextech doesn't want to waste time.

But Heartsteel has a cooling-off period, so make the most of this last bit of time to maximize its value.

"I can get God to forgive you and absolve you of your sins," Hex said.

"But you must confess in front of all the people of Newcastle, completely and without concealment, all the crimes you have committed over the years."

At this moment, Müller was already blinded by the fear of death and didn't care about anything else. As long as he could save his life, he would agree to any condition.

He immediately amplified his voice, which clearly resounded throughout every corner of Newcastle, and began to publicly confess the heinous sins he had committed over the years.

"I confess here that from the moment I returned from the battlefield forty years ago, I completely lost my original aspirations as a warrior and a clergyman, and I am no longer worthy of the title of hero."

"Back then, I was afraid of death on the battlefield. In order to survive, I knelt down to the demons of hell and relied on sacrificing my dignity to survive."

"For decades afterward, I became obsessed with power struggles, painstakingly consolidating my position in Newcastle, treating the entire city as my private domain, and never allowing anyone to shake my rule."

"Fifteen years ago, after Bishop Demitri discovered my actions, he planned to expose them to the Church Tribunal. In order to keep the secret, I secretly plotted to harm him."

"Thirteen priests with a sense of justice noticed my many evil deeds and planned to unite to persuade me to turn back from my wrong path, but I would not allow anyone to disobey me, so I killed them."

"The former mayor even wanted to redraw the city's administrative boundaries, which threatened my interests, and I dealt with it behind the scenes."

"In order to consolidate my power, I also arbitrarily eliminated merchants in the city who did not obey orders, and secretly supported the establishment of an underground gang in the fifth district of the city."

"By leveraging the power of gangs, they secretly manipulate the human trafficking, suppress all forces in the city that oppose me, and maintain their dictatorial rule through numerous shady means."

"The explosion in the fourth district was orchestrated by me, but there were too many workers there, so I needed to physically eliminate a group of them."

One by one, these dark crimes that had been buried for many years were exposed to the public without reservation.

It was shocking and outrageous.

Ordinary people who had been hiding under their beds or in basements in fear of fleeing Newcastle due to the unrest in the city stopped what they were doing after hearing this heartfelt confession.

As everyone emerged from their hiding places, they all turned to look in the direction from which the sound came, their emotions shifting with each passing moment.

From the initial bewilderment upon hearing of the turmoil, to the utter shock upon learning of the high-ranking officials' collusion with demons, and finally, after learning the truth behind countless tragedies over the decades, the anger and resentment that had been building up in his heart for decades finally erupted.

The Newcastle Daily, Klein, could no longer contain his anger.

The newspaper editor, who had been deliberately distorting the facts, favoring the Tuttle family, and intending to write articles to smear the Adrià family, has collapsed at his desk.

Klein ended his opponent's life with just an ordinary pen, the bright red blood staining the entire desk.

He stood atop the tall building and was the first to unleash a deafening roar.

"Kill him!"

"Kill Muller-Tattle!"

Following closely behind, ordinary civilians struggling in the streets and citizens suffering from oppression all shouted loudly in unison.

"Kill him!!"

"Kill him!!"

The shouts quickly spread from a handful of people to dozens, hundreds, and finally became the shared voice of hundreds of thousands or even millions of people.

For decades, the oppression, plunder, persecution, and various injustices suffered by the people have all been transformed into powerful and resounding cries of condemnation.

The deafening cries of condemnation reached Müller's ears, making him even more panicked than before.

He hurriedly asked, his voice trembling with tears, "You promised to let me go!"

"I'll get away from here immediately and never appear before you again!"

Hextech raised his fist, aiming it at his head.

"Forgiving you is God's business; my job is to send you to meet God."

At the same time, the third Heart's Mark cooldown was complete.

"Let's get going."

"Müller-Tartel".

The pent-up power surged forth, crashing into his chest.

With a dull thud, Muller's lower body exploded, and the massive half-demon body crashed heavily into the ruins.

The black energy that had been wrapped around him began to emanate, and all that remained of Muller was an old, terrified head lying on the ground.

A wisp of dark, illusory shadow, like a burning flame, slowly peeled away and coalesced from Muller's tattered body, hovering in mid-air, observing Hextech in front of him with great interest.

"I must say, you are indeed a very interesting human being."

A deep, slightly mocking voice slowly rose into the air.

"I haven't encountered such an unpredictable opponent as you in a long time."

"I just realized that you are the human that Kalodos has been talking about."

"Oh dear, what a pity."

"If I had known sooner, I wouldn't have used this piece in such a hurry."

"In retrospect, this confrontation was somewhat of a waste."

Hextech stood motionless, his face cold, silently watching the illusory phantom of the monster before him.

"Unfortunately, I don't have much time left. Oh well."

"I believe that we will definitely have the opportunity to meet again before long."

"It'll be very interesting then."

"Oh, right, this is my gift."

"I hope you like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark phantom condensed into a wisp of dark blue light, which streaked across the sky like the aurora borealis. Hextech used Flash, but the light still veered in mid-air and landed on his chest.

It sizzled as if the skin and flesh were being burned.

A peculiar mark, shaped like a flame and glowing with a dark blue light, was thus etched onto Hextech's chest.

"Hope you like it, goodbye!"

After uttering these farewell words, the demonic phantom vanished.

Hextech stared down at the magical runes that had suddenly appeared on his chest, speechless.

Why do these bastard demon lords always like to leave marks on him?

Montalian said that very few demon lords would use this thing, but now, Hextech has already got two marks in just two weeks.

He's neither a contracted beast nor a succubus, so what's he doing?

From now on, when I go out, my demonic markings will scare people to death.

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