Ark, they don't revolve around you

"PhD……"

Zhuang Ning was extremely gentle. He raised his hand and placed it on Amiya's hair: "Go to sleep."

"I'm sorry, Doctor."

"You don't have to say sorry, just go to sleep." Zhuang Ning repeated.

His voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and Amiya gently closed her eyelids in the silence.

But she still held Zhuang Ning tightly in her hands, and whispered with her last breath: "Doctor, I'm sorry, in the end, I still couldn't...save you...warm you..."

Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "No, you succeeded."

He kissed Amiya's fair forehead, so gently that he didn't seem like the evil spirit from the Tower of Babel at all.

"If it weren't for you, I would have destroyed this damn world a long time ago, right?"

Shining stared at the scene in a daze and noticed that Theresa's fingertips were trembling slightly.

An inexplicable gust of air vibrated around the altar, stirring up sand and dirt.

The huge pulse uses blood as a medium to directly impact the consciousness of every Sarkaz.

This was an unprecedentedly grand coronation ceremony, and Zhuang Ning immersed himself in the crown.

He originally brought Theresa and Shining with him just in case. If his attempt to take back the crown failed, he would have to let these two crown him.

But now it seems that this is purely groundless worry, after all, this is my thing.

Zhuang Ning's consciousness continued to sink, as if falling into the deep sea, and his whole body was cold and transparent.

Countless huge memories flashed through his eyes. They were the resentment that the Sarkaz race had accumulated over a long period of time.

Zhuang Ning turned a blind eye and walked deeper into the cave.

The deeper he went, the more he saw. He thought he could ignore it, but deep down in his heart he was filled with...anger!

This anger was not directed at the Terran tribes, but at the existence called Tikaz.

A noble from the Blood Demon King's Court passed by a tribe, and after he left, only piles of bones were left.

Scavengers chewed on the remains of the living, devouring the town's lifeless remains.

The witch used spells to control the happily married couple, forcing them to kill each other, while she herself sat on a high platform in all her splendor, watching the fight...

It's so ugly, barbaric, cruel, and unrestrained, like a wild animal.

When the royal court's covenant was signed, the war ended, but the suffering of the civilians had just begun.

The nobles in the royal court did not restrain themselves because of the end of the war, but instead intensified their oppression.

There is no such thing as integrity in the eyes of those Tikaz. It is natural for the noble blood to rule over the lowly.

Until the gods and ancestors overthrew Kazdel, this race lived up to its name of demons.

Zhuang Ning laughed, his mouth wide open, looking happy both physically and mentally.

But the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, burning fiercely, until an inexplicable sadness sprouted in his heart.

It is a kind of pitiful sadness.

This kind of emotion should not appear in the evil spirit. After all, this is the one who allows natural disasters to hit the city.

But he just felt a deep sadness. The reason why civilization existed was definitely not to record such ugly history.

What a shameful defilement! How rampant and disgusting!

No wonder every generation of demon kings often chooses to compromise even when facing aliens.

After inheriting the crown, what reason do they have to proclaim that their race is innocence?

Zhuang Ning sneered and stopped.

There was a door in front of him. He pushed it open gently and saw the demon kings of all ages. Some were as tall as an ox, some were weak and frail, there were also woodcutters, craftsmen, nobles, and rangers.

Including Amiya, everyone turned their eyes to Yu Zhuang Ning and looked at the new Demon King.

They were as silent as the dead, and as cold as tombstones.

They are prisoners imprisoned in this crown. Everyone of them tried to change, but without exception, they died and their country was destroyed.

The dead souls stretched out their hands, hoping to seek change from Zhuang Ning.

Some people hope that the sins of the Sarkaz can be forgiven, while others long to find redemption for civilization.

redemption...

At this point, where can we find such a thing?

Zhuang Ning glanced at the pleading eyes, sneered, and came to the throne.

The crown lay alone on the throne. He looked back coldly, holding the crown in his hand.

"Are you all seeking redemption from the Sarkaz?"

"Then I can only tell you that you are all wrong. You are completely wrong!"

"You are all too weak and ridiculous. The sins and situation of the Sarkaz today are accumulated bit by bit by you!"

In this sea of ​​consciousness, Zhuang Ning exerted strength in his hands.

A sharp sound burst out, and in front of countless demon kings, Zhuang Ning shattered the crown with his own hands!

Then he crushed the throne with one foot, still not satisfied, and chuckled coldly.

"Do you want to impose on me the obligation to revitalize the Sarkaz?"

"It's really ridiculous. Your sins can only bind my poor Amiya."

"In my eyes, you are just bugs."

"But, thank me... From today on, I will give you liberation!"

"As long as you bow your heads, I will be your servant!!!"

Isn't the way to redeem the Sarkaz very simple?

Killing, execution, judgment!

With one person's heart, he is dictatorial over the world, making them give up everything and give everything for just one goal!

to this end--

"Give us your power."

"Over the past thousands of years, this crown has accumulated a huge amount of magic."

"All that power is entrusted to me. In return, I promise you the rebirth of the Sarkaz!!"

The crown was taken into the body, and the reflections of countless demon kings born in the seven thousand years of Sarkaz were shattered at this moment!

Layer upon layer of memories impacted Zhuang Ning's consciousness. He saw a lot, including betrayal, ideals, and wishes. Some held the most beautiful visions, while others were so ugly that people could not bear to look directly at them.

But Zhuang Ning didn't mind.

What he wanted was the power within it—the power drawn from countless Tikaz histories.

Blood demons, gargoyles, children of earth and stone, wendigos, fire demons, whippersnappers, banshees, scavengers—

The monarchs who were once chosen to sit in the royal court each possessed strange magic, and this is what Zhuang Ning values!

By breaking the ring, Amiya can exercise the power of the previous demon king, but Zhuang Ning is more ambitious, he wants the power of all the demon kings in the past seven thousand years!

The illusion created by the crown was shattered and the heaven and earth shook.

Zhuang Ning opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes gradually faded and turned back to a dull black.

The ring that was originally on Zhuang Ning's finger cracked, collapsed, and turned into dust, and even the crown was weathered.

This scene undoubtedly stunned everyone, but Quesatusta was not dead yet. He seized the opportunity and a light like dawn and dusk flowed out of his body.

The shadow of a giant beast appeared in the light, and it let out an earth-shaking roar!

That is the monster that possesses the power of time and space, Ursula, whose appearance causes ripples in time and space.

The vast starry sky emerges, and an ancient atmosphere flows here. No one has interfered for thousands of years, and only the eternal starry sky lasts forever.

The Blood Demon Lord once brought the people of Rhodes Island into this place through the Life Cord, and by digging out the blood, the Absolution Master Quesatusta recreated that scene.

——In the darkness, the giant beast took a step forward.

Only the skeletal body was left shaking, emitting a deep roar.

"Do you think I just lost like that?" The Pardoner laughed grimly, "No, how could that be possible."

He was angry and unwilling. How could a plan he had been planning for a long time be obstructed by an outsider? ! !

Quesatusta lowered his head and looked down at the hole in his chest. It was so deep. The Pardoner was naturally gifted in healing wounds, but the wounds left by the sword called the Soul Summoner could not be healed.

That being the case.

Let these people die together, die under the trampling of the beasts!

Salus raised his sword, wanting to give his leader a few more critical hits.

A calm voice came from a distance: "Come back, Salus."

Salus looked unwilling, but in the end he could only take small steps back.

Kwisatusta said coldly: "You seem to have failed. The crown refuses to recognize you."

He saw the clue from the shattering of the crown and ring.

The crown is a power of conferring, while the ring is a means of restraining. It is unheard of for the two to disappear together, so the pardoner believes that there is nothing wrong with his guess and laughs excitedly:

"you failed!"

"Yes, you are not a Sarkaz, so how can you gain the recognition of so many Sarkaz souls?"

"You don't have the awareness to shoulder the history of Tikaz!"

Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment and sighed.

He placed his hand on his forehead, smiled softly, and turned to face the beast.

Time and space seemed to freeze as the gigantic beast took a step forward and clapped its hands in anger.

The power of the giant beast was detonated. Quesatusta was indeed the most evil and powerful monster born in thousands of years. Even though the woven giant beast was far inferior to the real one in strength, it was still superior to humans!