— Do you know why I chose you to be my successor?

The previous Demon King asked.

"Is it because… I'm strong?"

— Strong?

— Are you crazy?

The previous Demon King sneered.

— There are many candidates stronger than you.

— There are also many candidates smarter than you.

— But, you were chosen.

— Do you know why?

"Why?"

— Curious?

"Yes, sir!"

A definite answer.

— You have one strong point that is superior to the other candidates.

"And that is…?"

— Your heart is always with the demon race.

"Me?"

Doubtful, he asked.

— Are you doubting my choice?

"Of course not, sir!"

— That's good.

The previous Demon King smiled lightly.

— Since this could be considered the last time we meet, I have a few things I must remind you of.

The previous Demon King's gaze immediately became serious.

That was enough to prove that the next words were not trivial at all.

They might even decide the fate of the demon race.

"Please."

— Even after you become a Demon King, I hope that your heart will always be with the demon race.

"That's why I want to become a Demon King!"

— Always put the demon race first above all else.

"The demon race is the most important!"

— Always fight, do everything to protect and develop the demon race.

"Understood!"

— And finally…

— Even if you must die, don't die in vain.

"…"

— Die with a purpose.

— Use your death to honor the demon race.

"Of course, my lord! I will definitely remember all of that!"

***

"Die with a purpose?"

The Demon King curled his lips, despite the wound on his abdomen from Alaric's bullet still bleeding.

"I still remember that saying, previous Demon King."

He smiled.

Then, his gaze swept across the entire royal garden.

"Where are you, Dix?"

The Demon King could sense Alaric's presence in the surrounding area.

However, he couldn't see The King anywhere.

"Hiding like a rat? It makes me feel disgusted to have to fight someone like you."

"..."

Just like before, the Demon King still didn't receive any response.

Whoosh!

The only sound that wasn't his came from the rustling of leaves.

"This is troublesome."

No matter how much the Demon King provoked him, he still couldn't pinpoint Alaric's exact location.

It was as if he had completely evaporated from the world.

"Should I destroy this entire place?"

The Demon King thought.

Then, his eyes lit up.

"That's a great idea!"

Fwip!

However, before he had a chance to put that idea into action, an arrow was released from the bow.

And flew straight to its target.

The Demon King.

More specifically, his head.

"Huh?"

The Demon King suddenly sensed the approaching killing intent and danger.

But it was too late.

Thuck!

Because the next second, the arrow pierced through his head, skull, and even brain.

***

Fwip!

Fwip!

Fwip!

3 arrows shot out from 3 different directions, flying straight towards Dix, who was standing on the ground.

They were shot by only one person.

Ragnar.

"Oh?"

Dix only had to face 3 arrows.

But it was easier said than done.

Clang!

Cleng!

Cling!

Even an all-powerful person like him had a hard time blocking those 3 arrows.

"How should I describe this practice match?"

Dix said, at the same time, doing everything he could to determine Ragnar's exact location.

"It was much more difficult than I thought."

But the result he got was a humiliating defeat.

No matter what he did, Ragnar never entered Dix's vision.

He was like a ghost.

Or rather, a squirrel.

Continuously jumping from tree to tree, finding a new shooting position, pulling the bowstring, and then releasing it.

And thus an opponent was killed.

"Are you always this hard to defeat, Ragnar?"

"Not really. If it were another battlefield, I might not have been able to utilize my full potential."

Ragnar, still moving, replied indifferently.

"But in a place with many hiding places and difficult terrain like this, we archers are second only to assassins."

A battlefield could truly decide the winner of that battle.

It was a very important thing.

Especially for an archer like Ragnar.

And in a battlefield like this forest, he was really like a god toying with his own burden.

Dix suddenly stopped, then rubbed his chin.

A thought appeared in his mind.

"Maybe I should also try learning archery to become like you."

***

"Hmm…"

Alaric instantly changed his hiding place after firing the first bow.

"Something is wrong."

The King's sharpness could not be underestimated.

They were almost accurate in every situation.

And at this moment, it was signaling him to be as careful as possible.

While running to the new location, Alaric glanced at the demon king.

He had been pierced through the head by an arrow.

A lot of blood had flowed out.

And he was no longer moving. Like a statue

But, for some reason, The King's heart was still not at peace.

He did not feel any more comfortable after killing his enemy, but on the contrary.

He felt a chill down his spine.

Without delay, Alaric jumped straight into the nearest bush, and once again drew his bow.

But, before he could do anything else, a voice rang out from behind:

"The game you are playing seems to be interesting, huh?"

"...!"

Immediately, Alaric's body froze.

"How…? You're clearly still there?"

Why did that voice ring out behind him?

The King didn't dare to turn around.

He was afraid that if he did, that scenario would really happen.

"Clone. Have you heard of that?"

The Demon King calmly replied.

But, in his voice, Alaric could hear a hint of pleasure and sinisterness.

"And by the way…"

The Demon King continued.

"…I'm a bomb."

"Damn it!"

Leaving those words behind, The King instantly ran out of the bushes.

Hiding?

That was no longer important.

However, no matter how fast his speed was, the distance between him and the Demon King just now was still very close.

Could Alaric's running speed surpass the speed of the explosion?

"Of course not!"

The Demon King laughed in glee.

Immediately after, his body began to inflate.

Just like a balloon that had been filled with too much air.

It looked really disgusting.

And just like a balloon, once it couldn't hold anything anymore…

…It would explode.

Boom!

The King heard that sound.

And the next moment, he felt a burning sensation on his back.

It was as if Alaric's body was being engulfed by fire.

"It hurts!"

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