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Abyssal Chronicles

In the northern part of the world, a long-standing battle between various races and the demon race has finally reached its end. The Demon Lord, a figure with black hair, red eyes, rules from her obsidian palace, having repeatedly defeated the Goddess, the strongest being in the world. However, she refrains from killing her, knowing she will only be reborn to lead another attack. As the goddess kneels before her, badly injured and helpless, the sounds of explosions echo outside, signaling the imminent victory of the alliance. Despite her immense power, the demon lord acknowledges the demon's overall weakness compared to humans and the Alliance. The development of fighting energy and mana has allowed ordinary humans to fight demons, leading to the demon army's defeat. Aware of the Alliance's intent to enslave the abyssal demon, the Demon Lord decides to cast a forbidden spell that will cost her life. As the Alliance forces storm the palace, they hesitate upon sensing the spell's energy. The Demon Lord vows to resist and be reborn to save her people. Meanwhile, the goddess reflects on the demon lord's past treatment of her and acknowledges her respect and dedication to her people. As the demon lord prepares to cast the spell, the goddess asks if she can abandon her plan and live freely. However, demon lords are duty-bound to restore the demon race's glory and protect her people. Understanding the demon lord's resolve, the goddess readies her sword, intending to clash with the demo lord's forbidden spell. The resulting explosion creates a mushroom cloud, marking the end of the conflict and the start of a new era. The Demon Lord and the Goddess become historical figures, their stories occasionally told.

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Chapter 730: Heidely

 

With the end of the shrill and tragic screams, along with the dispersal of smoke and dust, the originally beautiful green prairie had turned into a blood-stained hell. The group of black-clothed individuals who had previously come killing with great momentum had more than half dead or injured. The remaining survivors, without exception, all sustained injuries and shivered as they collapsed to the ground.

 

There was not a single trace of fighting spirit left in their eyes, only the emotion known as 'fear' remained.

 

Those who still retained some semblance of reason decisively threw away their weapons and posed a gesture of surrender to the nearby black knights.

 

"Please, don't kill me! We, we surrender..."

 

It was hard to see the shadow of their confidence and arrogance from a few minutes ago.