Ark, they don't revolve around you

A memory flashed through his mind, and Zhuang Ning realized that he had seen this scene before. He had seen it with his own eyes in Elki's prophecy.

This is what is called prophecy, it will always come true.

He would sink into this darkness step by step, become exhausted, and eventually become one of their kind...

Zhuang Ning shook his head, getting rid of the gloom. This space had already affected him unconsciously.

Suddenly, Zhuang Ning stopped moving forward.

Because he felt the touch of something under his feet, he lowered his head and saw the withered and decaying grass.

"Grass……"

Being able to see something means there is light.

But this is deep in the evil kingdom, how could there be light?

As he began to think, he felt something and raised his head suddenly.

The sky lowered, and a hoarse voice floated from somewhere, a resentful voice that seemed to rise from hell and spit out an angry voice.

"who……"

"Who is it again..."

Zhuang Ning suddenly understood that the demon kingdom is essentially a space for thinking, but the demons have no intelligence and therefore have nothing.

And when someone still stubbornly maintains consciousness, they can stir up this area and forge a country. Humans have used similar technology before to build an empire of consciousness.

Then.

Which undead spirit is drifting into this area again, or is it stubbornly refusing to assimilate...

Zhuang Ning unconsciously put his hands on his waist, staring silently.

On the other side, the sound of horses neighing could be heard, and a figure in black was galloping across the grassland.

The horse was wearing heavy iron armor, and its iron hooves were peeling off the weeds.

As for the warrior on horseback, his face was covered by armor, with only the red tassel burning like fire.

He held a big knife in his hand, a bow on his back, arrows hanging from his waist, and galloped freely on the grassland.

"who……"

"Who is coming..."

“Who is invading my land!!!”

Zhuang Ning was silent and still did not move.

But the knight became more and more irritable and angry, so behind him, ghosts appeared one after another, wearing the same armor, but without weapons, just quietly holding a lantern.

There was a dim light in the lantern, dispelling the darkness.

"Come on, evil king!"

"Where are you? Where are you?!"

He was speaking the lost grassland dialect, and his appearance made people feel subtly sad.

Zhuang Ning lowered his eyelids.

The identity of this warrior couldn't be more obvious, right?

The Nightmare Monarch, Harandu Khan, was a man immersed in his own nightmare, galloping across the grasslands of his own making day after day, looking for his enemies.

He wandered like this for a thousand years, however, the evil demon monarch still despised him and allowed him to be gradually corroded by madness.

Kill him here.

Zhuang Ning made up his mind, gathered his murderous intent, and aimed at Nightmare Khan's neck.

——Then he looked into the eyes of Nightmare Khan.

He saw the pair of red eyes beneath the helmet, telling of a thousand years of humiliation and anger!

"over there!"

"It's you! It's you! It's you!"

"You are the enemy I've been waiting for!"

The Nightmare Lord pulled the reins, and the hoofed beast under his crotch roared and accelerated continuously.

"I will kill you!" Harandu roared excitedly, pulled up the strong bow, the bowstring trembled, and the powerful arrow burst out with a shrill scream, just like a spear tearing through the darkness. The heavy arrow, which was far superior to the black iron, transcended sound, transcended matter, and hit the soul directly!

boom!

Zhuang Ning looked at the arrow in his hand.

He took it, and his arm was broken. It was unbelievable. Although he knew that Nightmare Khan was the best archer on the grassland, this arrow was definitely not something the Khan could have shot when he was alive!

How could this Khan be the one that Priseth scorned without words?

When he was alive, Harandu was already invincible, and after his death, his spirit came into contact with the realm of evil and floated into this area, continuing the killing spree he had carried out in his lifetime.

It was obvious that Priss was unable to get rid of this monster that fed on fear, so he banished him to this grassland, leaving him to gallop aimlessly, looking for an enemy he would never find!

Those evil demons that were muttering in the void just now did not dare to enter this grassland at all. Instead, I accidentally came here while looking for Priss.

"Anma, didn't you say you could teleport me to Precious accurately..."

This is too unreliable...Zhuang Ning originally wanted to complain in his heart, but considering that the price Anma paid was already high enough, he decided not to complain in the end.

Besides, he had no chance to complain. In the past thousand years, this Nightmare Khan had killed countless demons and swallowed countless fears.

If the present Khan were allowed to descend upon the earth, the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Ning smiled.

Crystals of Originium grew on his arm, and his damaged right hand regenerated in an instant.

Zhuang Ning exhaled and drew out his sword...Soul Summoning, this sword that targets souls is the most powerful weapon in the subspace.

Seeing that his arrow was blocked, Harandu was not angry, but overjoyed: "It is you, the Lord of the Evil!"

"Die! The one before you is the monarch blessed by the Eternal Heaven, the emperor of the world, the conqueror of the eagle and the Pegasus, the great ruler of the Khanate. Die!"

He did not shoot again. Even though he had lost his mind, this best archer in the world still had instinctive combat wisdom and knew that he could not kill the enemy in front of him with just a few arrows.

So, he gripped the big knife tightly. The blade was so heavy that it would naturally cut a chasm in the earth when dragged on the grass. The Khan held it firmly.

The light suddenly disappeared.

Those Qiexues holding lanterns suddenly disappeared from Zhuang Ning's sight.

His eyes were focused only on Harandu, as if the whole world ordered him to see only Harandu and the horse under him.

Previously, Zhuang Ning had confronted the young daughter of the Khan. He admitted that she was an excellent fighter. No wonder the Chamber of Commerce placed its hopes on her.

However, it is just a foal after all, and is very different from her father. This Khan who regards himself as the sky is worthy of the title of emperor riding the world. He has a brutality that no other monarch can exude. He swallows up the heaven and earth and embraces the four seas. He will never give up until he turns the world into a racecourse... murderous intent!

Now, the murderous intent was in the hands of this monster. He let go of the reins and raised the big knife. The blade was covered with frost and flashed with cold blood!

Zhuang Ning's blood froze. In fact, he had never expected such a scene. Was this the evil demon that even Presesse was afraid of? Such a monster was actually bred on the land of Terra!

"I am Harandu, the Master of the Golden Tent!!!"

"Terra's soul... is here with me!!!"

The sword swung down, the same slash that had split Cresson, drawing the most perfect arc between heaven and earth, just as if the slash that separated the world from the gods had fallen!

The sound disappeared, and the chill of death penetrated into Zhuang Ning's consciousness. He roared, and a blazing light lit up in his eyes!

He hadn't met Priss yet, nor encountered those powerful enemies, so he hadn't intended to use his full strength. But this time he was going to face a real monster!

As the crown was woven, all the power of the Demon King was released, as if a spark had fallen into his heart. Under the pressure of death, Zhuang Ning finally integrated the power of all the Demon Kings of all generations.

The blood demon's power to control blood, the gargoyle's magic to manipulate earth and stone, the scavenger's swordplay of decay and decay, the fire demon's flames...

Everything was attached to Zhuang Ning's sword in a split second. He swung his arm, using all his strength to slash out with the sword. The colors of morning and evening flowed in the sword, carving the soul and nurturing life!

He was confident that the sword was perfect and strong enough to cut Cresson in two!

However, what is life? The most perfect arc slashed on the sword, and the shocking power broke through the layers of spells attached to the soul summoning, and finally, it split it in two!

The soul-calling function failed. This magic weapon that took half a year to forge shattered like a bubble even after Zhuang Ning cast many spells!

The blade's force was unabated as it chopped heavily into Zhuang Ning's left shoulder. Nightmare Khan raised the most ferocious grin on his face. In that smile there was the desolation and despair of losing everything, as well as anger and happiness.

He said, "Die!"

He put away his knife, and in a flash of lightning, he and Zhuang Ning were separated. The horse was still galloping forward. Khan shook off the blood on the knife, and the blood fell on the grass, as bright red as the setting sun!

The hoofed beast ran many more steps and finally stopped. There was a fluttering sound behind it, which was the sound of a corpse falling.

Khan turned his head and watched the Demon King fall, then he finally burst into laughter, but the laughter sounded like the roar of a wild beast. He slashed with the sword with the remaining obsession, but he might have already forgotten why he wanted to kill the evil demon king.

The laughter turned sad, and finally seemed to turn into crying.

The Khan sat motionless on his horse, weapon in hand, his smile gone. His turbid scarlet eyes surprisingly became clearer.

His madness and obsession dissipated together, and the Qiexue warriors reappeared, holding lanterns and clinging to his side. A large banner decorated with nine horsetails hung high in the air, with a totem of a horse on it.

The Khan was stunned, and for the first time, he uttered a clear voice: "Long time no see, warriors."

"We won..." The deep voice sounded like a father swearing to his child, "We are undefeated after all..."

however.

At the moment when the words fell, from the other side, the "person" who should have been cut in half actually stood up.

The flesh on his body began to regenerate and stick together, and his expression remained one of shock, as if to say, how can your cheat be bigger than mine?!

If he didn't have the health lock hack, he would have really died here.

Zhuang Ning lowered his head with a complicated expression, looking at the broken souls on the ground. He thought that he had put in a lot of effort, but he didn't expect that he would die before he even met Priss.

Zhuang Ning looked at the Khan with complicated feelings and sighed.

The two eyes met again, and Zhuang Ning immediately became alert.

Wouldn't it come again? Although he was immortal, dying once didn't feel good after all.

But Harandu did not move. He was silent for a long time. He said, "So, you are not a demon."

As if mocking himself, he said: "I thought I had really killed that demon that was harming our grassland..."