Chapter 839: The Emperor Falls in the Sky
It seemed as if another scorching sun rose above the Anshan territory, dispersing the evil miasma in the sky and breaking through the oppressive clouds.
No one could see what happened in the dazzling light. All we knew was that when everything slowly dissipated, the sky above Anshan had returned to calm.
Wang Shuo's blood-stained body fell heavily like a stone falling off a cliff. His body was empty, his magic power was dried up, and even his physical condition was in extremely poor condition. He was about to be smashed to pieces.
Zhuge Laodeng, who had been protecting the many souls under the Bodhi tree, flew out immediately upon seeing this and caught Wang Shuo before he fell to the ground. Looking at him covered in blood with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but check his breath before he felt relieved.
Wang Shuo was wearing the tattered and blood-stained battle flag of the Human Emperor and was blessed with some of the remaining power from ancient times. He fought with the Demon Emperor with all his might. Now he was exhausted and fell into a coma. Although his injuries were serious, the basic source of the Tao was not touched, so the problem was not serious.
When the remaining light faded, looking back up at the sky, the Demon Emperor was standing in the void with a complicated expression, motionless.
The tattered Human Emperor's battle flag, held in its hand, emitted an extremely hot breath that continuously burned the Demon Emperor's flesh and blood, burning off a piece of the flesh and blood on the Demon Emperor's palm.
However, the Demon Emperor did not let go, tightly grasping the golden-grey battle flag stained with a lot of blood, his expression was fierce, struggling, lonely, and sad...
No one knows how many thoughts flashed through the Demon Emperor's mind during this moment of silence, and how many big and small things he thought about.
But this demon emperor who was revived from the ancient times has reached the end of his life today.
The demonic energy was dissipating, unable to maintain its purity and dominance, which seemed to foreshadow the decline of this former Taoist emperor.
Behind the Demon Emperor there is the phantom of a ten-thousand-foot-tall golden-winged Roc, but that phantom is also bowing its head, and its energy is constantly lost, like dust in an hourglass, and the countdown has come.
At the edge of Anshan's territory, countless demons that had devoured the essence of life from all over the place and hurried over knelt on the ground in pain. Feeling the Demon Emperor's aura gradually fading, they howled and tried their best to attack Anshan's defenses, but they could not overcome the covering artillery fire in a short time.
They took advantage of the fact that the armies in Anshan were moving around and were confused, and frantically slaughtered the creatures on earth, accumulating some of the essence of the creatures. Although it was not enough for the Demon Emperor, it could at least help the Demon Emperor recover a little...
Who would have thought that when they arrived, the Demon Emperor had been defeated on Anshan!
The light emanating from the battle flag reminded the demons of the bygone ancient times, their past defeat, millions of years of despair and unwillingness, and all the punishments, like a thunderbolt from heaven, hammering heavily on their hearts.
At this moment, the demons even wanted to sacrifice their own lives in exchange for a bit of the Demon Emperor's vitality to revive. Even if that would inspire the Demon Emperor to have a little fighting spirit, they, the demon race... really couldn't stand the pain of being expelled from the human world any longer!
Selfishness and greed are the epithets of demons, but they are ultimately part of nature and are unwilling to be completely abandoned!
It's a pity that above Anshan, the emperor of demons who once roamed the ancient times, tightly grasped the tattered flag of the Human Emperor, his eyes staring blankly for a long time, and in an instant it seemed as if all his arrogance and extremism had been removed, like an old and decadent octogenarian.
The evil and handsome face was actually aging continuously, gradually becoming wrinkled and gray-haired, which seemed to foreshadow the Demon Emperor's unwilling and helpless mood.
It was defeated after all, even if the final variable was due to this familiar flag of the Human Emperor, but in a battle of life and death, a battle of races, victory is victory, and defeat...there is nothing to say.
The supreme belief in the law of the jungle may be the only advantage of the demon race. They have the courage to admit failure and shortcomings. As long as they have tried their best, they will accept the results positively.
Even the Demon Emperor would not go against his ideals.
only......
The Demon Emperor stood high in the sky, and finally he sighed, looking up at the sky, feeling both sad and happy, sweet and bitter.
It has already used all the means it can. It only hates that the demon race has declined for millions of years. Its former allies have either perished or have long since been whitewashed into the righteous path and are unwilling to unite with them. It only hates that its own strength has recovered too little. If the power of the Taoist Master is added to it, it will not be afraid of all enemies. It only hates that the demon race is greedy by nature and is still sinking in the old dreams of ancient times. It must dominate the destiny and go against the sentient beings of the world. It only hates that Li Yuan and the Heavenly Demon have obstructed it everywhere and ruined the demon race's revival plan. It only hates that the Queen of Humanity has a heavy hand, and the broken body and battle flag all have hidden powers, which ruined its own plan. It only hates that the black tiger, who is a demon and betrayed the demon race, brought this broken battle flag and let the younger generation of the human race turn the tide in this battle...
At this moment, no one knows how much hatred the Demon Emperor has in his heart.
It lamented the cruelty of fate. Even though it had tried its best, from the ancient times when it was silent to the present day, and led the demons to break through the Demon-Suppressing Pass and return to the human world, it still failed to change its fate and break the shackles created by the gods in heaven.
With this defeat, the fortunes of the demon race fell into the abyss. Without the protection of the strongest, the countless descendants of demons that had fled to the human world would probably be slaughtered...
Perhaps, it is fate...
The Demon Emperor felt sad, but he could only accept it.
If the demon race defeats the human race, they will not exterminate all humans, but will force humans into the inferior status of being blood prey; if humans defeat the demon race, the demon race will naturally have to endure the revenge of the human race, and they will have no choice but to accept it.
Specks of light dissipated from the Demon Emperor's body, cracks appeared in his heart, and his body was unstable, and he was about to dissipate.
As the Daoist Emperor, the Demon Emperor's last bit of pride would not allow his body to remain in the world and be desecrated by his enemies. The myriad ways of heaven and earth would not sit idly by and watch the Daoist Emperor's corpse being humiliated.
The Demon Emperor's unwilling heart gradually lost its vitality, beating slower and slower, just as it gradually lost its hope and fighting spirit.
How could the world know that within that tattered Human Emperor battle flag was hidden the Human Emperor's full-strength attack. Only when facing it would the Demon Emperor unleash all his might...
The one who defeated the Demon Emperor was not Wang Shuo, but the Human Emperor who had left a backup plan since ancient times.
"You are the one with the brightest and greatest reputation, and you are also the one who is best at scheming... The Human Emperor..."
"Glorious ancient times... you are the only one... I can't beat you no matter how hard I try... It's really boring..."
The Demon Emperor sighed bitterly and let go of the broken Human Emperor's battle flag in his hand. He let the tattered flag flutter down in the sky and burn into ashes bit by bit. His eyes gradually became unfocused.
Its heart gradually stopped beating, just like the fortune and racial status of the demon race which was gradually declining to the extreme.
Countless creatures in Anshan watched with cold eyes, some even cheering.
To them, the innocent ones, the enemy is the enemy, the enemy is just the enemy!
The starlight dissipated, and the Demon Emperor's body gradually disappeared in the air, turning into a path and disappearing, and all power returned to nature.
However, at the moment of his death, the Demon Emperor's heart completely stopped beating and turned into cold and deathly silence, but the shackles between life and death were broken, and an unusual heartbeat was heard.
The faint and powerful heartbeat came from the belly of Anshan Mountain. No living creature in the world could hear it, but it was heard by the Demon Emperor alone.
The Demon Emperor's originally lonely and helpless expression suddenly changed. He suddenly looked up at the vast and boundless sky. After a long silence, a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This world... after all, still has the status of the demon race, even if it is no longer led by it, even if it will go in a path it never imagined.
"That's it... that's good..."
The Demon Emperor closed his eyes, let out a meaningful sigh, and completely disappeared from the world.