Ark, they don't revolve around you

The smoke dissipated, revealing a few thin shadows, only three people, and no one knew how they dropped from the sky.

Kwisatusta's face was gloomy, and he looked slowly: "The Shining."

Shining held a sword that looked like a dead branch in his arms, and no color could be seen around his eyes.

"Your Highness, no, Your Majesty - now, you are the king in name only." The pardoner bowed, acting as humble and reasonable as before, "Please come in person."

Theresa looked a little embarrassed, but she was also smiling. Like Shining, she didn't say anything. When she was silent, she was like an angel.

The Pardoner finally looked at Zhuang Ning: "And, Doctor."

He laughed and praised loudly: "You finally found me. I have been waiting for you."

Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows: "You know I will come to you."

"You are that kind of person, a haunting ghost that can't be shaken off." The Pardoner said softly, "But you shouldn't have brought only so few people with you."

"There's not enough time, so we can only make do with a faster method." Zhuang Ning coughed.

Considering that they descended from the sky, this method might not be very decent. Quesatusta even suspected that they jumped directly from a high-altitude aircraft.

This also indirectly proves that these people are indeed anxious.

So the advantage is still on my side, the Pardoner thought calmly.

"Pardoner, Kuisatusta, you are arrested on suspicion of committing a crime!" Zhuang Ning said righteously.

"You still like to play those tricks, but our time is precious to each other."

Kwisatusta gestured, signaling the dead souls and shapeshifters to continue.

Salus, who had been silent until now, took over the role of the Pardoner and waved his hands, meticulously stripping the crown from Amiya's body.

Her movements were very careful, and her fingers were much thinner than those of Quesatusta, as if she was afraid that Amiya would be hurt.

The light curtain dropped, and Quesatusta drew his sword. The dusk in the sword, like a dead branch, continued to extend until it stained the night of Kazdel.

Zhuang Ning also made a gesture, indicating that the two should leave.

"Doctor, this is my final advice. Back off and leave. I can allow you to leave Kazdel." The Absolver whispered coldly.

The blood gradually gathered. Zhuang Ning sighed, "Do you think your words to delay time are terrible?"

"Bad? But maybe this kind of straightforward talk is what I need."

The Pardoner pursed his lips and said, "Doctor, you have been too successful all along. You take it for granted that you will win. I can even sense your contempt."

“You think you can still defeat me and save Kazdel this time, right, Doctor?”

"But the world does not revolve around you. Your previous victories were nothing but coincidences. Even if you can steal the bloodline of the noble royal court in some way, it does not prevent you from being a lowly person!!"

"Victory will not always favor you." Kwisatusta swung his sword, venting all the anger he had accumulated so far.

The Pardoner was not as calm as he appeared, and this man cursed the Doctor for a long time.

If it weren't for Zhuang Ning, he would have completed the ritual of usurpation in Londinium!

All of Quesatusta's contempt and anger towards the Doctor were poured into this brilliance, and the sword was so vast that it seemed that it was enough to cut the sky!

Shining could only draw his sword to fight back, feeling extremely nervous. Quesatusta was indeed a demon king who had lived for a long time, and his skills were far superior to his own.

But Zhuang Ning raised his hand indifferently, and the morning and evening light that seemed to be woven from silk was blocked by the sea of ​​blood and could not move forward at all.

"As expected of you, Doctor." The Pardoner praised, "You are indeed that kind of person. You have already prepared how to deal with me before you came."

"But, but—you still can't win."

The Pardoner sneered and swung his sword again, apparently intending to cast the spell a second time.

Zhuang Ning also used the same trick, intending to use the sea of ​​blood to block it.

——There was a sword on his chest.

The tip of the sword was stained with blood and pierced through Zhuang Ning's chest, leaving a splash of blood.

Zhuang Ning turned around and looked back at Theresa. The princess of Kazdel looked shocked and had not yet reacted.

I heard a sneer in the distance, and the Absolver whispered coldly: "After all, it was me who awakened Her Highness Theresa. You may think that you can eradicate my influence, but I can still control her to a certain extent."

"Yes, just like... like this!"

Theresa drew her sword and slashed fiercely again.

Zhuang Ning hurriedly returned to defense, and Xuehai inevitably lost a point.

The Pardoner did not miss this flaw. He raised his sword indifferently, and the light completely submerged the sea of ​​blood. He seemed to be watching a farce.

"I told you, Doctor, you're just lucky," the Absolver stammered, "but luck isn't on your side this time."

Zhuang Ning, who was controlling Theresa, remained silent upon hearing this. He stared directly at the Pardoner with anger in his eyes.

During this time, Salus walked quietly in front of Quesatusta, lowered his head, and was so humble.

She held the crown in her hand, as dark as night, filled with the power to command all races.

"You lose, Doctor." The Absolver sneered, "No, you had no chance of winning from the beginning."

He said that and closed his eyes.

He had waited for this moment for too long, and had been watching since seven thousand years ago.

To this end, he lingered on, and only now has he completely deciphered the crown.

But his enemies were crawling like wild dogs. The man who once carried out his great ambitions was once again betrayed by the people he trusted and stabbed in the chest.

What could make Quesatusta more happy than this scene? !

Even someone as calm as the Pardoner showed at this moment his eagerness to not get back together with him.

There was still intoxication in Salus' eyes. It was admiration, trust in his family, and blessing.

When I become the Demon King, I will resurrect all the dead Pardoners, thought Quesatusta.

By then, he can even control life and death!

But a second passed and Kwisatusta did not feel any crown on his head.

Instead, a shining blade slit his throat with hatred and pierced his heart.

That was no ordinary sword, it was a soul-calling sword, and Salus had it in his hand from the beginning, but the proud Quesatusta did not notice it.

This sword pierces the soul, even a giant beast will be seriously injured!

Kwisatusta turned around in astonishment, his face full of disbelief.

His lips moved, and his face turned paler than ever:

"why?"

"Why?" Salus smiled, leaned over, and said in a gentle voice, "It's just the master's mission."

"Owner."

"Of course it's the Doctor."

The sudden change shocked everyone, but not far away, Zhuang Ning, who had been looking dejected just now, burst into laughter:

"He believed it, he believed it!"

"He really thinks I have no idea what he's doing!"

"He really thought he had been hiding it well!"

Zhuang Ning stood up and threw away the mask. The smile on his face quickly drooped and finally turned into indifference.

He walked past Theresa and came to Quesatusta, looking down from above:

"You just told me the world doesn't revolve around me."

"But my victory is natural, and you will always be the despicable usurper and loser!"

He stretched out his foot, stepped on the sword of the Pardoner, and slightly increased his strength.

The shaking sea of ​​blood crushed the staff, but the remaining force pierced through Quesatusta's body.

A light flashed in the eyes of the Pardoner, and he wanted to control Theresa to continue attacking Zhuang Ning!

But he saw only ridicule.

"Theresa is mine. You have no right to defile it, you ridiculous pardoner."

At this point, Zhuang Ning acted contrary to his usual behavior and did not continue.

He lowered his head, his expression pious and humble.

Salus understood the situation in his heart, humbly held up the crown and placed it on Zhuang Ning's head.

A ring vaguely formed on Zhuang Ning's finger. The newly promoted Demon King raised his head, without a trace of joy, and declared indifferently: "From today on, I am the king of all Sarkaz."

Chapter 22: The Birth of the Demon King

The crown was worn on Zhuang Ning's head, and a dark mist spread out, covering the vast surroundings and gradually engulfing the altar.

Zhuang Ning was in this darkness, his eyes closed and opened again, the black in his pupils flashed by, and was replaced by a lava-like color.

Perhaps, Zhuang Ning really should thank the Pardoner.

Without this man's efforts, how could he have stolen the crown so easily...

No.

This is not stealing. Zhuang Ning was silent for a moment and whispered in his heart.

This is recycling.

I just took back what I should have taken back long ago from the hands of the usurper.

How pathetic! You have been possessed for thousands of years, defiled by beasts in human form, and even in the end, you have to rely on this group of people to get you back...

This is my powerlessness.

Zhuang Ning smiled and met Amiya's eyes. The girl struggled hard and finally opened her eyes from her deep sleep.

Those beautiful blue eyes focused on the Doctor, on the crown above his head.

Complex emotions floated into Amiya's heart. She felt her eyelids getting warm and tears fell.