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Chapter 89 Now, we are comrades!

"A hand-kissing gift?" The Evil King raised an eyebrow, finding it amusing.

A dark giant obsessed with destroying the world is pretending to be a gentleman?

Hitler snapped his fingers and exclaimed excitedly, "Brilliant! As expected of the great Shadow Mage, your erudition is unimaginable!"

"I am known as the shrewd and astute strategist, arguably the most elegant among the dark race. Life can be too monotonous; a little ritual now and then is nice, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, the Evil King sneered, and his figure gradually solidified from its illusory form.

Well, he's not a narrow-minded person, so what's wrong with him giving alms to Hitler?

However, the instant his body transformed into physical form—

*Thud!* A jet-black short sword pierced through the Evil King's body in an instant. Like a flood bursting its banks, a vast amount of negative energy surged wildly from the wound, rushing towards the sword's owner!

"Excuse me, but I am a member of the Dark Clan," Hitler chuckled maliciously, his body trembling slightly with excitement. "You, the king of darkness, are so careless before me? Hahaha..."

"Hitler...? You bastard!" the Evil King roared.

At that moment, he finally realized that he was wrong, terribly wrong!

Hitler betrayed the Kirieloids because they crossed a line. After all, what right does a monkey have to call itself king if the tiger hasn't opened its mouth?

The Evil King thought that he was the tiger in Hitler's heart, and since he had resurrected him, he should be able to obediently pledge allegiance, right?

But little did anyone expect that the tiger in Hitler's heart was always himself. No matter how powerful others were, he would never bow down to them!

In a mere instant, one-fifth of the negative energy he had accumulated over a long period was forcibly taken away. This was his last remaining strength!

The next instant, the Evil King's body vanished, returning to its illusory and formless state. Hitler's actions of consuming negative energy came to an abrupt halt.

At the same time, the resentment accumulated from all the misfortunes along the way finally erupted.

The Evil King suddenly raised his hand, his movement so fast that even Hitler, known for his speed, couldn't see it. A shockwave of negative energy shot out from his palm, instantly blasting a huge gash in Hitler's chest!

"You...?" Hitler looked down at the gash in his chest, his face filled with horror.

The movement was so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly; a casual strike almost killed him.

You, Evil King, actually possess such abilities? Then why did you appear to be evenly matched with the three of them when you first arrived on Earth?

What are you hiding? Is this interesting?

Suddenly, Hitler realized that the Evil King's hand was merely raised, without launching a second attack. He seized the opportunity instantly, enduring excruciating pain, and transformed into a blue phantom, escaping from the seabed.

This injury is nothing. He has seized a massive amount of negative energy from the Evil King, and his current strength is enough to hold off Dagon and Carmilla on his own.

Oh… he suddenly remembered, Dagon is dead, right? Haha, then it's alright.

The Evil King merely watched Hitler flee coldly, offering no pursuit. He felt nothing but utter frustration, an overwhelming sense of humiliation!

Why is it that Nexus is able to unite all the different people together, making them fight against him as one?

In the end, he was only at the mercy of the useless Kirieloids. None of the three Dark Giants of this world were willing to listen to him!

The reason he didn't hunt down Hitler was because once that Gu King was fully developed, it could truly destroy the entire universe. He didn't want to waste any more negative energy!

What a terrible day!

The Evil King raised his hand, and his body transformed into a ball of purplish-black light, leaving the seabed.

At that moment, Carmila, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked up, as if she had realized something.

Meanwhile, a hilltop near Tokyo—

A purplish-black portal flashed by, and Jugglus Juggler leaped out, landing steadily. He shed his illusionary demon form, reverting to his familiar black suit. This outfit was one he had carefully chosen in Ganon; while not ideal for combat, it was certainly presentable.

Yu Chen once commented: "I can tell that you really like suits."

"Well then... let's contact that guy first," Jugglus Juggler said calmly.

But before he could even look around, a whooshing sound interrupted his thoughts.

Jugglus turned around and saw a humanoid creature with a body entirely covered in blue, black, and white stripes, panting heavily, with a palm-sized wound on its chest. But after only a moment, the wound was healed by dark particles.

This guy is seriously injured, who exactly is he...?

Hitler noticed the extra person beside him, straightened up, and scrutinized Jugglus Juggler closely. His panting stopped abruptly, and he regained his usual elegance.

"Oh? I've heard of you. You're supposed to be the Dark Warrior who hindered the Evil King in another world?" Hitlerm said sarcastically.

Jugglus Juggler remained impassive, also scrutinizing Hitler, and muttering to himself:

This guy is an evil dark warrior, he seems to use a sword, and... his mobility is quite good?

A direct confrontation seems fine, but it's a bit boring. Are there any good ways to ambush or something?

"How about...?" Jugglus chuckled, brushing his hand across his cheek as he transformed into the Illusionary Demon. The Serpent Heart Sword was suddenly drawn, its blade gleaming coldly, pointing directly at Hitler.

"Oh? Interesting." Hitler raised his right hand, and dark particles transformed into short swords, suddenly rushing towards Jugglus Juggler!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clash of swords and the clang of metal filled the air! The two figures moved with lightning speed, their blades slicing through the air and sending up bursts of cold light.

After a few rounds, Hitler took a few steps back and said jokingly, "Very confident in your swordsmanship, huh? What a coincidence, so am I."

"Looks like I'll be able to have some fun!"

Jugglus gripped the hilt of his sword, forcing himself to steady his trembling arm.

This guy in front of me is clearly seriously injured, yet he can still fight me to a standstill? Just how strong was this guy in his prime?

"As long as it suits your taste," he sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Immediately, he raised the Serpent Heart Sword and charged towards Hitler once again!

After several dozen rounds, even though he was severely injured, the negative energy he had seized from the Evil King made him far stronger than before. Jugglus Juggler, who had been evenly matched at the beginning, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Hitler glanced at the sweating Jugglus Juggler, a sly glint in his eyes. He deliberately feigned an opening, slowing his movements slightly for a moment.

Jugglus seized the opportunity instantly, his Serpent Heart Sword slashing upwards with precision, knocking the short sword from Hitler's hand and sending it crashing to the ground a short distance away.

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The tip of the Serpent Heart Sword hovered steadily before Hitler's throat. Jugglus Juggler's lips curled into a smug smile.

"General!"

Hitler remained calm and even clapped his hands. "Well done, worthy of being called the Warrior of Darkness. However, I have a question: what is your purpose?"

"Purpose?" Jugglus Juggler feigned confusion, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Hitler stood with his arms crossed, staring sharply at Jugglus Juggler: "Although you carry some light energy, you are mostly dark energy like us. I don't believe you are truly aligned with those giants of light with the aim of saving the world."

"There must be something there, right? Your real purpose."

Jugglus Juggler sneered and said disdainfully, "Because I really dislike that Evil King. You don't actually think I want to be friends with those Ultramen, do you? I'm just using them. Those people really think I'm their friend. It's ridiculous."

"Why can't those of us who truly possess power destroy and dominate others at will? That is the true meaning of power. What kind of strength is protecting others? That's an act of cowardice."

Upon hearing this, Hitler laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up: "Hahaha... I see!"

"This is the style of a warrior of darkness. I acknowledge you! You are indeed better than me in swordsmanship, but I am superior in strategy."

Immediately, he stretched out his palm, and a ball of purplish-black light appeared in his hand. He said smugly, "This is the negative energy I stole from the Evil King. How about it, pretty good, right? Want to join me and overturn this world together?"

Jugglus Juggler looked at the ball of negative energy and sneered, "So, that guy's finally got his comeuppance?"

"I find it hard to disagree with what you said, and that's exactly what I was thinking too."

He reached out and grasped Hitler's outstretched hand.

The two held hands tightly, and genuine smiles could be seen on each other's faces.

"Hitler, now we're comrades for life."

"The bond between us is as unbreakable as an unbreakable alliance."

(End of this chapter)