"Can we directly kill this Evil God?" Hercules, who had been observing the customs of the Otherworld, asked.

Xue Dili silently took a step back, merely releasing the phantom of the Evil God.

At this moment, even just the phantom gave everyone the illusion of directly facing the monster Typhon, a kind of distortion that directly impacts the underlying logic of life, making even someone like Hercules, who had slain the Hydra, break into a cold sweat.

This Evil God is definitely a monster on the same level as Typhon, a threat that only someone like Zeus could take down.

And this is just the juvenile form of the monster.

"Don't worry, no matter how powerful it is, we have weapons that can kill it," Xue Dili glanced at Uncle Brave.

Even such a powerful being was once exchanged one for one with Uncle Brave, and now that it's sealed, it will only be weaker.

"Uncle Brave, do me a favor. I need you to cast a Tier Four Life Connection Magic," Xue Dili looked at the uncle in the Consciousness Space, "a magic that forcibly shares life!"

...

The rain stopped, and Fafnir opened her eyes.

"Teacher... Teacher!" She regained her consciousness and saw the thick book of the Otherworld on the table and the frail horse beside her. She clutched her heart tightly, as if something had been lost forever.

"Teacher, are you still here? Teacher!" She stumbled to her feet, feeling a lightness in her body that she had never experienced in her lifetime, to the point of being unaccustomed to it.

No more illness, no more erosion by the Evil God, no longer feeling frail, but a new, incredibly healthy body.

And within her body, a terrifying power belonging to a Hero. This was the vast power that emerged from resisting the erosion of the Evil God every moment over the past 16 years.

After the loss of the Evil God, this power was soothed by the Cursed Blood, now sitting calmly within her, waiting for a command.

But she felt no joy, only endless regret and pain, piercing her heart and leaving her breathless.

Though they had only been together for two days, that person had already become the one who cared the most about her in this world.

With the teacher gone, there was no one left in this world to care about her...

Some things vanish swiftly yet leave a deep impression, turning to ashes in fate, yet they sprout and root in memory.

"Horse, you must know where the teacher is, right?"

The old horse nodded, as if responding to her.

"Let's go find the teacher, the teacher will be fine..." She could only reassure herself this way.

She knew the teacher had transferred the Evil God from her body to his own, aware of such pain, she understood the teacher wouldn't be able to endure long.

Must save the teacher...

...

Total war has begun.

No, perhaps describing it as a "slaughter" would be more fitting.

After the gigantic hand descended from the sky upon the Royal Capital, the entire capital completely turned into the Demon King's castle.

Thereafter, all twenty of the Demon King's army officers were dispatched, each possessing the greatest power in this world, each with their unique skills, unstoppable resolve and valor.

They could reach the borders thousands of kilometers away from the Kingdom in an instant via the flying great ship and descend from the sky.

The local guards and nobility were no match for the Demon King's army, easily slaughtered by the fierce Demon King officers, corpses piled into ghastly spectacles or impaled on stakes, forming forests of wooden stakes.

The Demon King officers were also capricious, seeming to only kill certain populations, showing no mercy regardless of gender or age to those while showing no interest in another group.

Yet even so, every city-state experienced at least one-fifth of its population slaughtered, with higher proportions the closer to the Royal Capital.

In the Royal Capital, in less than a day, nearly half the population was lost, mountains of corpses, blood flowing in rivers.

The terror, ravishment, and the seeming insult to the entire world left the surviving humans in fear and panic.

Bleached bones lay exposed in the wilds, silence stretched across a thousand leagues.

These Greek heroes had mostly made their names back home through slaying Demon Beasts or participating in wars.

Divine Era Greece was not a place of benevolence, with Typhon's Demon Beast offspring everywhere, bandits roamed rampant, wars between city-states were commonplace.

Heroes who made it in such a place, every one of them had hands stained with the blood of countless Demon Beasts and enemies' lives.

Now, faced with peeling away this human-skinned evil through bloody purges, they felt a sense of returning home. After all, wasn't this just slaying magical creatures, which they were all too familiar with?

Greece even had a tradition of arranging Demon Beast corpses into ghastly displays, and they did the same here.

So, these Greek heroes all showcased their artistic talents, arranging the human-skinned evil corpses into various landscapes before burning them.

The local Otherworld natives looked on as if witnessing the descent of fear, demons rampant, in terror.

They felt, for the first time, what the term "Demon King" truly represented.

Yet the Demon King seemed unsatisfied with the slowness, so on the second day, the gigantic hand in the sky descended again, touching fingers with the Demon King's.

"On the second day, bestow plague!"

...

During this day, Xue Dili modified the Bacteriophage with the Cursed Blood, turning it into a targeted virus against evil beings, able to spread through the air across the world.

All the hidden human-skinned evil creatures became infected, and the Bacteriophage controlled them to secrete special hormones, driving them to seek out their kind.

Thus, more and more evil creatures began catching the plague.

This made it even easier for the Demon King's army officers to find them, grinning as they killed in masses.

...

Fafnir rode the old horse toward the Royal Capital, but all she could see along the way were the burning piles of corpses.

Countless people fleeing in terror, escaping the Royal Capital.

She stopped a refugee and asked, "What happened to the Royal Capital?"

"Run, run fast! The Demon King has taken the Royal Capital, the Demon King rules the world, he's gone mad! Now he's just a killing machine, killing so many people, the blood has formed rivers, run, run or you'll be eaten..." the refugee babbled frantically.

The Princess fell silent, knowing the "Demon King" was her teacher.

The gentle one who rescued her from the cage, taught her the language of the Otherworld, imparted knowledge of the Otherworld.

Why did it come to this...

She suddenly recalled that day, in the rain, the teacher extracting the Evil God from her body and transferring it to his own.

Enduring all the world's evil on her behalf.

"Teacher..."

Her hand clenched tight, knuckles turning white.

She couldn't believe the gentle teacher, who watched Tiga with her, and played like children in the rain, had turned into this...

"Teacher, I'm here to save you!" At that moment, her expression was incredibly resolute, finally understanding her will, recognizing her resolve, the Hero's power within her began to stir.

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