Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

"That's right. Through the summoning array, with Fulilian as the anchor point, we'll send you to twenty years into the future. Even if we fail, we'll have time to prepare. Once successful, that timeline will reverse and cover the present."

"This is the insurance that Shulahart and I came up with. Pretty good, isn't it?"

"Back then, Shulahart and I put a lot of thought into getting Fulilian to keep this dark dragon horn."

Ye Shanming remained silent, as did Fulilian. The Demon King smiled casually, and it was completely invisible that he was arranging a dead end for his own future.

"Come, place your hands on it, and I will transport you to twenty years later."

"It only lasts two hours, and then you'll be bounced back into this timeline, okay?"

The Demon King placed Ye Shanming and Fulilian's hands on the two cores of the magic circle respectively, injected his own magic power into them, and a faint magical light emanated from the edge of the blood.

"Is it necessary to go to this extent for the demons?"

"Is it necessary or something..."

The Demon King put away the smile on his face. Although he was using someone else's body, one could still see the demeanor of a king who had reigned at the top of the demon clan for a thousand years.

"I am the king of the demon race. Everything I do is for the independence and continuation of my race."

"If there is no other way, do you think I would leave everything to you, Ye Shanming?"

The magic circle was finally fully activated, and Ye Shanming's figure was shrouded in dim light. His breath was gradually fading, and his existence was disappearing from this timeline, jumping to twenty years later.

"The future of the demon clan is in your hands, Ye Shanming."

The devil's soft voice echoed in his ears, and the next moment, a familiar feeling came over him. His figure had disappeared without a trace above the magic circle.

Unlike the previous times when he felt dizzy, Ye Shanming was conscious this time and jumping on the timeline. He quietly felt the fluctuations, trying to grasp the rules in it, and bits and pieces of insights flooded into his mind.

But he didn't have time to realize it, as he had already arrived twenty years later.

"Now that you're here, it seems the future we saw was successful."

A voice he hadn't heard for over eighty years rang out, waking him from his state of comprehension. He slowly raised his eyes, and what he saw was the mature face of the Hero of the South.

"Hey, Junior Brother, long time no see."

The younger Volame came over and gently embraced him, his expression softening slightly as he said with deep emotion, "Thank you for your hard work."

As she spoke, she jumped back again, looking Ye Shanming up and down, with dissatisfaction on her face:

"What? That idiot Fulilian hasn't taken you down yet?"

"Let's not talk any more. Let's face the Demon King first."

Shulahat came over from the side, interrupting the conversation between the senior sister and the disciple, and looked up at the sky with a serious expression.

Ye Shanming finally had time to look around. Although he had only seen it from a distance back then, he still recognized that his current location was the Demon King's City Ede.

On the city wall, in addition to Volame, there were many more deceased people, familiar or unfamiliar, all transformed into magical states, looking up at the sky.

Beneath the city wall, soldiers wearing armor from the Northern Empire formed a square formation that stretched as far as the eye could see. Each squad was equipped with a small team of magicians, and the air was filled with murderous intent.

At the forefront of the battle formation, a middle-aged man in gorgeous armor drew his sword from his waist, pointed it toward the sky, and a resounding voice echoed throughout the battlefield:

"Soldiers, this is the final battle against the demons. After this battle, peace will finally come. I will march with you to the front lines of the battlefield to put an end to this!"

"king!"

"king!"

"king!"

The soldiers' shouts were deafening. Although Ye Shanming had aged a lot, he could still recognize that the middle-aged man was the new king of the Northern Empire whom he had just met.

"coming!"

Volame shouted in a low voice.

The wind stirred up dust and smoke, the earth was shaking, and the originally clear sky was dyed with a thick black in a short moment. There was no need to perceive it specially, as an unprecedented magical power that was beyond everyone's imagination appeared in front of them.

On the horizon, a faint black line appeared and then expanded rapidly, like a tsunami coming from afar. A black line also floated in the sky, blocking out the sky and the sun wherever it passed.

It was a monster army composed of countless land monsters and countless flying monsters.

The concentration of magic power in the air suddenly increased, even Ye Shanming felt a little short of breath, and many soldiers were even forced to kneel on one knee due to the oppression of this rich magic power.

A figure wrapped in thick black air followed the wave of monsters and slowly flew towards this side.

Demon King!

Chapter 45 declares that this is a battle to save the world.

On the battlefield, the fluctuations of magic power were in complete chaos. The army of monsters on the ground fought with the army of the Northern Empire. People died every moment, and the black ashes dissipated by the monsters did not stop for a moment, all pouring into the back of the Demon King in the air.

The Demon King's entire body was shrouded in black mist, with only a pair of eyes visible, and no emotion could be seen in them. At this moment, he had completely transformed into the embodiment of the primate suppression mechanism.

Volame and other deceased people also joined the war against the monster waves, leaving only Ye Shanming to fly into the air and face the Demon King.

As the monsters died, more and more black ash merged into the body of the Demon King, and the magic power coming from him became stronger and stronger. Even Ye Shanming began to feel difficulty breathing, so he could only take the lead in attacking, and he used the most powerful attack magic he mastered.

Deep within the two eyes, completely identical magic circles were spinning in opposite directions. The space around the Demon King shook for a moment, and then, under the influence of an unknown powerful force, it was forcibly smoothed out.

"No effect?"

Ye Shanming was slightly surprised that the spatial overlap trick didn't work, but he quickly accepted it. The Demon King was now the embodiment of the fundamental rules of this world, so nothing that happened to him would be surprising.

A one-handed sword appeared in his hand, a magic circle flashed under his feet, and his figure came to the side of the Demon King through space transfer magic. The sword light flashed through his eyes, and the fierce sword pressure overflowed. The clouds on the horizon were shattered, and a large blank space appeared directly in the overwhelming tide of monsters.

The strong wind stirred the black fog around the Demon King, which danced restlessly, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time, but in the end it still stubbornly shrouded the Demon King.

An ordinary finger pressed against the sword tip, and no matter how hard Ye Shanming pushed, he couldn't shake it even a little bit.

Keng!

A crack quietly appeared where the finger touched the sword, like a signal, and the entire one-handed sword shattered into brilliant fireworks, splashing in all directions and piercing the heads of countless monsters.

Before Ye Shanming could pull away, a simple fist appeared in his sight and hit his chest.

boom.

The airflow that came out of his body destroyed the Demon King's Castle behind him, and his figure turned into a meteor, falling rapidly to the earth.

Ye Shanming lay powerlessly at the bottom of the pit, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. The Devil's punch had broken three ribs on his right chest, and his whole body was sore. He could only watch helplessly as the Devil stretched out his right hand.

The demon king compressed the surging magic power that could be compared to the ocean into his palm. Without any spells, he simply released the magic power.

Space transfer magic...cannot be used, the space is locked by magic!

There was darkness before my eyes, for the light was beyond the reach of my sight, and there was silence beside my ears, for the sound was beyond the reach of my hearing.

There was no smoke, no explosion, no deep pit. The place where the Demon King's Castle was originally located was wiped out silently. The dark sea water silently filled the gap in the land. The waves hit the newly formed cliffs, splashing large handfuls of water mist.

Although shrouded in black fog, one could vaguely feel that the Demon King had withdrawn his gaze and pointed his hands to the sky. The wave of monsters that had been fighting with humans for half a day but had not decreased in number at all suddenly disintegrated into black particles and poured into the Demon King's hands continuously.

The remaining humans all subconsciously looked up at the sky. The next moment, magical power so strong that it distorted the space pressed down on them. Regardless of their status, strength, life or death, everyone was forcibly pressed to the ground, unable to move even a finger.

"it's dark."

Volame whispered softly.

The sky and the earth turned upside down, as if it was manipulated by gods. The original day has turned into night, and the sun has quietly turned into stars hanging in the sky.

"Did this attempt fail again?"

Faint lines of magic connect the stars, and based on this, the final and ultimate magic formula for the primate mechanism is outlined.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the Demon King, who had completely become the embodiment of rules. His magic power turned into the pillar connecting heaven and earth, and was madly poured into the ultimate spell.

As long as this ritual is completed, all primate creatures on earth will be completely destroyed, and the world will eventually return to the primitive age before the goddess came.

In a remote village in the Xuvia Mountains, a golden light flew out from a cave in the back mountain, passed through the barrier set up by the goddess, turned into a meteor, streaked across the night sky, and headed straight to the north.

The golden light divided the sky and the earth, leaving a stunning trail in the eyes of many humans, and also bringing them hope.

Across the entire continent, ten golden beams of light, reaching from heaven to earth, suddenly shot up into the sky. With the earth as their base, they outlined extremely complex spells, facing the magic circle based on the stars in the night sky from afar.

A fair hand gently grasped the hilt of the sword, and the golden light gradually converged, revealing its true form.

Ye Shanming's clothes were tattered, his exposed skin was covered with bloodstains, and his chest was heaving. At the last moment, two unknown divine powers in his body suddenly became active, breaking the demon king's space blockade and allowing him to escape using space transfer magic.

The holy sword of salvation left by the goddess was held in his hand, and it quietly turned into his favorite one-handed sword style. The azure sword body and golden patterns were extremely gorgeous.

The divine power that had been hidden in his shoulder blades on both sides became completely active, gushing out violently, turning into two jets, one black and one white, that fell behind him. From a distance, it looked like he had grown a pair of black and white wings.

Through the Holy Sword of Salvation, he could clearly feel the effects of the techniques outlined by the ten goddess tablets. All control was in his hands, and the information left by the goddess flowed completely into his mind.

Under the influence of the magic, his eyes turned into golden pupils, and ancient divinity and majesty flowed out of them. He raised the Holy Sword of Salvation in his right hand and pointed it directly at the Demon King.

The black and white wings grew larger and larger, and the divine power that escaped from them vaguely formed the shadow of a goddess, who stretched out her hands and held him in her arms.

"Declare this a battle to save the world!"

In the garden of the Northern Empire's palace, the three of them were looking at the summoning circle nervously, waiting for the figure who had recently passed through the circle and traveled to twenty years later to reappear.

The devil suddenly raised his head, looked at the azure sky and the light white clouds, heard the melodious singing of birds, and smelled the fragrance of various flowers, revealing a satisfied and carefree smile.

"He succeeded."

"Goodbye, Chris."

The summoning circle glowed again, and a ragged figure suddenly appeared. He slumped to the ground, gasping for breath, his body covered in wounds, and blood soon dyed the ground red.

Fulilian quickly helped him up from the ground, and the new king quickly ran out of the garden and asked the monks who had been prepared in advance to come in and treat him.

Ye Shanming looked up at the gorilla warrior and already knew his current situation.

"Really? The Demon King has been completely destroyed."

Chapter 46 The wedding of the two.

A strange wave came across the timeline, covering the entire world, and only a few people looked up at the sky with awareness.

"This idiot disciple has really done something remarkable."

Standing on the top of the association branch, Celie looked towards the north.

Wei Ze, Mahat, who was sitting quietly by the fountain, raised his head in some surprise. His body disappeared silently, not the kind of dissipation that turns into black ash after death, but the kind of disappearance that erases his existence.

"Really? I didn't understand it until the end."

Leaving behind a reluctant last word, his body was completely wiped out from the world.

In a ruin in the Northern Empire, a demon was removing a barrier. Outside the barrier was a stone tablet engraved with the words "Sword of the Demon King, whoever pulls out this sword will be the king of the demons." As for the other stone tablet engraved with words praising the emperor, he simply ignored it.

As he was trying to remove the barrier, he saw his body begin to disappear, and a huge feeling of unwillingness came over him.

"I've been analyzing it for two hundred years and am about to succeed. Why..."

In a jungle in the southern countries, Kraft silently looked at the great demon in front of him. He was wearing a pure white wedding dress and had a warm smile on his face. He didn't care at all that his existence was disappearing.

"Last Saint Todd, do you regret it?"

"Do you regret it later? I'm not sure..."

This scene was happening simultaneously all over the world. Every moment, a large number of monsters and demons were wiped out. Whether it was the bloody military god Livale who was fighting against Aize, or the ordinary demons who were fighting against adventurers, they were all covered by the timeline of twenty years later.

In the end, only Aura, Linie and Solitaire who stayed in the magic city escaped this wave under Celie's arrangement and became the only three remaining demons.

However, when the primate suppression mechanism is incorporated into the underlying foundation of the world and its operation is completely put on the right track, new monsters and new demons will soon be born, and they will get rid of their fixed instincts and become a new independent intelligent race.

A year later, a wedding was quietly held in the magical city of Oissast. It was a small wedding, but the people present were very special.

"Tsk, I told you that bastard likes younger ones."

Aura sat at the long table, holding a goblet in her hand, looking unhappy. Linie was sitting next to her. She threw the core of the apple she had eaten to the ground and reached for the fruit bowl with her right hand again.

"I never imagined that the Magic City has been managed by the demons behind the scenes for the past hundred years."

Yubel, wearing a formal dress and with her hair tied up, sat next to Aura with a familiar air, her lips curved in an interested smile.

"Can we have a good chat? As a demon raised by the branch chief, I feel like you have a lot of interesting magic."

"You disgusting woman, who did you say was raised by him?"

Aura looked at her unkindly, and Solitude, who was wearing a maid outfit and greeting guests, hurried over.

"Could you please be quiet for a moment? Otherwise, if Lady Celia gets angry, I'll be in big trouble."

"Master Zanze, please take care of them both."

Solitaire bowed gracefully and left. Zanze, who was drinking black tea, was a little confused by the task that suddenly fell on her. She blinked twice, and a pair of cat ear hair accessories were suddenly put on her head.