Ark, they don't revolve around you

"Are you still conscious?" Zhuang Ning narrowed his eyes.

"It's just a flash of life... For the past thousand years, I just wanted to kill that demon, so I didn't turn into a demon." Khan raised his hand, and the hand connected to the knife was shrouded in black. "Soon, I will turn into a demon. Now it's just a flash of life."

He kicked his horse's belly and came to Zhuang Ning. He looked at him and exclaimed: "What a powerful warrior... Are you here to kill the evil demon too?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't use my full strength just now, are you okay?"

Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows.

Are you okay?

If being split in half is fine, then I'm probably not dead...

Seeing that Zhuang Ning didn't seem so happy, the Khan didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, the silence did not last long. Zhuang Ning asked, "What was that knife?"

"It has no name. We are barbarians and don't care about that." The Khan was silent for a moment and said softly, "But if it has to have a name, let's call it Demon Breaker, right?"

"Okay." Zhuang Ning nodded.

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed. Even though they all wanted to kill each other just now, now it seemed like they could sit down and talk.

"Any wine?" the Khan asked.

Zhuang Ning hesitated for a moment and threw out the Sami wine from his waist.

The Khan smelled it, drank it in big gulps, and praised it: "Good wine!"

He threw the wine to Zhuang Ning again, who shook his head: "I haven't finished what I need to do next."

"Go and kill the evil king?" Harandu soothed the horse, "That's a good ambition, but you still seem a little afraid."

"Can you tell?"

"If I can't see it, how can I be worthy of being called Khan?" Harandu laughed.

Zhuang Ning remained silent, the prophetic image still lingering in his mind.

Perhaps, his final outcome will be failure, like Nightmare Khan, sleeping in the shadows, eventually becoming an enemy of civilization, and being killed by someone who suddenly breaks in after a long time?

He had never expressed such fear, but the consequences of failure were too heavy...

"Fear is not something to be timid about," Khan said. "Fear can remind us and make us more cautious."

"Warrior, I don't know your name, nor do I need to know it. I just want to tell you that I was not born brave."

"When I was a child, my tribe was persecuted and my mother and I hid in the mountains and lived by picking wild fruits."

"I was also a coward, afraid of everything around me, until someone tried to bully me and steal my things. That was the first time I raised my knife and chopped off his hand..." Khan's eyes flickered, "Since then, I have never been cowardly again."

"I killed all the enemies who coveted my things, and I... became fear."

"So turn your fear into anger, and start with me!"

His eyes turned red again, and his brief lucidity disappeared. Outside the iron armor, there was a chilly chill and black air.

He is going to become a demon again.

This time, he could never wake up again.

Before that, the nightmare lord threw the big knife in his hand to Zhuang Ning and roared: "Use this knife to chop off the head of that evil demon!"

"Then, tell everyone that Harandu never gave in until the end!"

Zhuang Ning raised his eyelids: "You really don't regret it?"

"What's there to regret? This is who we are!" He laughed and fell silent again.

When he raised his eyes again, they had completely lost their luster. They became dull and lifeless, weird and crazy.

The lantern in Qiexue's hand gradually disappeared, darkness returned, and swallowed up the grass little by little.

The Khan, who had become an evil demon, galloped on his horse and charged towards Zhuang Ning again.

The demon king stroked the weapon thrown by Harandu, fell into deep thought for a moment, and smiled.

“I don’t regret it.”

"Yes, indeed... The key is that you must never regret it."

He grasped the hilt of the knife, and imagined in his mind the sword technique that the Khan had just used, that slash that seemed to be able to split the world apart!

At the moment when the evil Khan galloped in front of him, he leaped forward, swung his sword, and the last horse lantern cast its light on his face before it went out. His expression was calm, like water.

The knife flashed, and the blade drew the most perfect arc, piercing through the demon's armor and breaking open his chest.

Every movement was exactly the same as the Khan's just now. With just one glance, Zhuang Ning imitated the power that could create the world...destroying the devil exactly!

After one slash of the knife, the light of the lantern went out. Zhuang Ning looked back and could no longer see the shadow of the evil demon, nor the grassland or the golden tent. It was as if everything just now was just a dream.

Only the weight of the sword in his hands told him that everything was real.

"Transform fear into anger." Zhuang Ning repeated this sentence and smiled, "Yes..."

He once again took up his stance, facing the evil demons that were coming like a tidal wave, and recalled the Khan's sword strike.

Then, his lips moved slightly:

"Well, I'll go find you now, just wait a little longer."

Chapter 6 I'm going to take you away today

The sound faded away.

There was darkness at the end of his sight. Zhuang Ning roared from his throat, but there was no sound at all, as if he was drawn into the original darkness of the universe.

He waved his hands in panic, and the Originium condensed and burned, outlining a dark flame.

He had killed countless demons, and the foul smell was stirring in his soul.

But it’s still not enough…

It’s not enough, absolutely not enough!

The corners of his mouth showed an abnormal degree of laughter. Although there was no sound, a strange laughter appeared in his ears.

"what!!"

“Hahahaha!”

Why are you laughing?

Maybe rationality has evaporated, and there is only this kind of pure joy?

Don't think too much, don't worry too much.

Turning fear into rage, holding a big knife, he cut a bloody path in the darkness.

Is there any killing in this world that is more joyful and makes our blood boil? !

The blade was sharp, but the evil demons still didn't know how to live or die, and continued to attack the only survivor.

Although no sound was heard, they were also laughing. In this land of the dead, seeing the flesh and blood of the living, they couldn't wait to devour it.

From this point of view, everyone is the same...Zhuang Ning raised his sword and slashed it down, and a huge earthquake occurred, and all directions were empty.

One of his arms was broken. This was not the land of Terra, where he could draw energy from the source stone anytime and anywhere. But in this wasteland, Zhuang Ning was alone and had to spend all his energy resisting erosion.

After his arm had completely regenerated, Zhuang Ning stopped for the first time, gasping for breath, and watched more demons rush in.

The reaction in my heart became more and more intense.

This allowed Zhuang Ning to clearly recognize the direction of Precious, or in other words, it was Precious who asked these guys to attack him.

It was like a child holding a torch in the jungle, shouting, "I'm here."

That's really thoughtful. This way I won't get lost.

After a short rest, Zhuang Ning picked up his weapon again.

In the desolate area, above the palace.

On the spotless white seat, Precious laughed, her pretty face was so happy, and she smiled at her "fellow countrymen":

"See? That's my doctor."

"While I was looking for him, he was also looking for me... Was he here to kill me? Or to take me back?!"

"No matter what, he is so brave. He has always been like this. Very easy to guess... very good..."

When she said this, she frowned, and pain flashed in her eyes.

But pain is supposed to be a biological reaction, so how could it happen to her?

She suddenly gasped, her fingertips trembled as she lifted them, she gritted her teeth, and a voice as thin as a mosquito came out:

"stop."

“Stop!” The pain on her face disappeared again, becoming extremely noble. “What do you mean stop?! Does he understand my pain?!”

The master of this evil demon, a woman who had corrupted countless powerful people, gnashed her teeth and said, "Let him come over!"

"Let him sleep in the shadows with us!"

There are more monsters visible to the naked eye.

There were even many bizarre individuals in it, which made Zhuang Ning dazed and feel ridiculous.

He actually saw the figures of knights, but what emerged from these noble knights was not light, but turbid darkness.

After Zhuang Ning eliminated another wave of shadows, the pair of evil knights sneaked in silently, brandishing their guns.

Casimir's mark could be vaguely seen on their guns. This pair of knights... were war knights.

Like Nightmare Khan, they integrated fighting into their instincts and were not transformed into demons for too long, so a trace of instinct still remained.

In a flash, the spear pierced into Zhuang Ning's chest.

Zhuang Ning had seen this kind of gun skills... from the girl named Margaret.

The identities of the pair of knights, or couple, in front of them were obvious.

"Snits Linguang, Yolanta Linguang... Oh, you have also been corrupted..."

These were Lin Guang’s parents, but without any emotion or hesitation, Zhuang Ning broke the silver spear that the evil demon had stabbed at him.