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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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1004 Chs

[Bonus chapter1/2 100 powerston] Chapter 230: After the Kiss

 

As the sun made its appearance, the morning light gently streamed into the bedroom, coaxing the black-haired girl, who had been seated on the sofa for a while, to slowly open her eyes.

 

After a brief glance at the early street scenery outside the window, Yumo redirected her gaze back to the bed, where the exquisitely beautiful silver-haired girl still peacefully slumbered. But upon seeing Mengxi's angelic countenance, especially those rosy, cherry-like lips, a faint blush adorned Yumo's visage.

 

The memories from the previous night unfolded in her mind like a slideshow. Particularly, the recollection of their kiss, their tongues entwined, caused Yumo's face to transform into a fully ripened red apple. She instinctively hugged her legs, curling up on the sofa, and delicately licked her lips, seemingly lost in her reminiscence.

 

At this moment, Yumo seemed indistinguishable from a bashful young girl.