Ark, they don't revolve around you

She sat up and watched Zhuang Ning walk to the window. She exerted a little force with her hand and pushed open the side window to let the evening breeze in.

"Spring is here." He said as if with emotion.

The blue curtains fluttered, and Amiya retorted, "Winter is over."

"There will be no more war in Kazdel this year." Zhuang Ning was silent for a moment, "There will be no war in the entire Terra."

"This is all because of the Doctor." Amiya tried to cheer herself up, but she still felt a little sleepy for some reason.

"Still feeling sleepy?"

"Before, I used the ring too much..." Amiya stuck out her tongue, "But it's okay, it will be fine after this."

Zhuang Ning put the flowers in the vase and sat down next to Amiya.

The girl's face was red in the sunset. In a trance, Zhuang Ning realized that she had really grown up. She was no longer fourteen years old, but an adult, a graceful and elegant girl.

Although she was feeling sleepy now, she still forced herself to stay alert, not wanting to miss any moment of their time together.

"Doctor, you're going to do something very dangerous later, right?"

"How did you guess it?"

"Look at your eyes," Amiya said. "You are disguised now, but your eyes can't deceive people. You are still so tired and...sad."

She bit the last two words, as if she found it difficult to say.

After all, she was no longer a demon king at this moment and had lost the ability to perceive emotions.

Instead, Zhuang Ning put his hand on her head:

"Yes, a little bit. After that, I'm going to do something big."

He grinned, and his voice became low and hoarse, as if he was deliberately disguising himself as the voice of a villain in a movie:

"Now, I have spread the Originium to every corner of Terra."

"I can feel that there are people trying to stop me and fearing me at every moment. Their emotions become nutrients that continuously nourish my strength."

"Amiya, do you think I am still the doctor you love and admire?"

There has never been a tyrant worse than him in Terra's history. Even the people of Rhodes Island would be terrified by his actions, right?

All that worship in the past was tinged with a little bit of fear.

And Precious also became a demon.

Occasionally I think about it and look back again, and I find that there is really no one around me.

Regret?

No, he chose this path himself. The thought of going home was still burning in his heart. This Zhuang Ning had long been a sinner who was superior to both prisoners and evil spirits.

Did you do something wrong?

No, he killed many people and saved many people. He used his own way to define a new order and unite all races...

However, Zhuang Ning had to accept a fact.

The original Zhuang Ning died. The man who claimed to be mediocre died completely in the trial, and only a devil and sinner like him could act as the savior.

Amiya looked at him, the sadness in her eyes growing stronger.

"I'm sorry." She apologized suddenly.

"Why are you apologizing?" Zhuang Ning said with a half-smile.

"Should I stay with you?"

"You are a little burden now." Zhuang Ning joked, "All you have to do is see me win."

"But you are lonely, Doctor. Your eyes tell me that you are afraid."

"People are born in solitude." Zhuang Ning said softly, "and they die in solitude."

This kind of words sounded strange, but Zhuang Ning said it very seriously.

“But we are not alone.”

"Because we are social animals... no matter what, we will always stick together for warmth."

Zhuang Ning stretched out his hand again, but it froze in mid-air.

The prophetic scene flashed in his mind. His heart was dug out. The woman walked in and gently hugged him. The two of them sank into the shadows together.

The person who can keep me warm is still waiting for me.

He suddenly understood why he wanted to find Amiya before the final battle.

This was the only heart he could access, and Zhuang Ning wanted to hear something from her.

"Doctor." As if they had telepathy, Amiya's eyes widened.

She was extremely sleepy now, only one step away from falling asleep.

Before she fell asleep, she whispered from the bottom of her heart, which was like a spark that penetrated into Zhuang Ning's heart.

"Don't lose..."

"Come on, I'll always be by your side!"

The evening veil disappeared.

In the dim room, a clear light shines coolly, driving away the darkness.

Zhuang Ning hugged the girl and laughed softly, "We will win."

He finally pulled the quilt over Amiya and kissed her gently on the forehead.

The next moment, the figure disappeared immediately.

……

……

In this dark night, the devil killed the last bit of feeling.

His figure appeared at Longmen, at the Castle of the Holy Horse, at the Great Knights' Territory of Kavaleriaki, and at Trilinterme.

almost……

He will be able to leave this land soon. By then, the world will define him as the worst devil, right?

In the shadows beyond the lights and revelry, he thought.

But somehow, the corners of his mouth curled up and he took big gulps of wine.

Alcohol is broken down once it enters the body, so how could the Demon King's body be so easily affected?

But he still disguised himself as a human being and drank wine in big gulps.

Finally, his toes stopped at the huge Originium, which he had created. Now there was such a huge Originium in the center of every mobile city.

These source stones contain enormous energy, and more importantly, they are the incarnation of Zhuang Ning.

Zhuang Ning's face was inexplicably reflected on the opaque crystal surface.

In the end, he threw down the bottle in a very uncivilized manner, smiled, took a step forward, and stepped into his own battlefield.

……

……

dark.

The empty hall began to ripple, and bronze pillars suddenly appeared.

The pillars support the tall dome, and the strange reliefs depict bizarre stories.

A human figure walked into the center of the hall.

He wore a laurel wreath and a black and red robe embroidered with gold thread that trailed on the ground. His hollow eyes were filled with deep black.

If there were an outsider, he would be able to tell his identity at a glance.

Hertzog.

Or rather, the Witch King.

This area was exactly his palace, but today this great monarch who was supposed to be dead was like a servant, bowing his head devoutly, waiting for someone to come.

Then the sound of footsteps began to sound.

The toes stepped over the stairs built by Hercules and walked step by step towards the golden throne in the center of the hall.

He wasn't dressed in any fancy way, but the white coat still looked out of place in the darkness.

Countless whispers were heard in the darkness.

The evil demons that were supposed to be without mind were wandering around the palace, bowing sincerely to that great being.

"Go ahead..."

"I will open the gap in space and spread your projections to Terra..."

She hesitated, fixing her gaze on the chaos.

It was a monster with star-like colors, constructed from shapeless shadows.

A thousand years ago, Sargon, the King of Kings, had gone deep into the northern plains with the Khan.

It was this monster they encountered, and gave him the name of Cresson.

The two men, with their own powerful troops, tried their best to stop Cresson's projection in the real space.

And now, the demon lord said casually: "Go, Cresson."

"This time, I won't suppress you."

The darkness boiled, and cracks slowly appeared in the subspace. Myriad darkness poured into the gaps and poked its head out from the star gate.

Endless ice field.

The darkness extended little by little, swallowing up the white.

In the deepest shadows, the demons cheered, stretched out their tentacles, and roared loudly.

Everyone was awakened from their sleep, with dazed looks on their faces, watching the light of the stars dim little by little.