The entire Hell seemed to be on the brink of despair.

On the streets, the demon populace wailed, suffered, and roared.

Continuous robberies and murders appeared in every town, as demons indulged endlessly in their final moments.

In the sky.

Endless paths of wind spread the sound, falling onto the town windmills.

"Everyone, I need your help to kill God."

"All the billions of demons on this earth, join forces to help me kill God!"

The voice fell.

Every corner of Hell heard it.

Last time, the Demon Race watched indifferently, loudly ridiculing, fearing the world was not chaotic enough.

But this time, all demons roared in despair, reaching a height in their fear.

Countless demons collapsed painfully to the ground, noses running and tears flowing,

"He called us worms!"

"Damn it!"

"I can tolerate him using kindness, greatness, unity, even infinite love, shouting bondage, friendship, courage, charging mindlessly like a bard's story to defeat us!"

"But I absolutely cannot tolerate him defeating us demons with deceit and scheming!"

"Shame, it's an absolute lifetime shame for us demons!"

"Bastard! That damn bastard God, what does he take us for! We are demons! The most evil demons!"

"Even demons care about face!"

"We can't just lose our dignity like this!"

"Unite! Demons must courageously unite too!"

"Let God see how strong the survival desire of the most cunning demon, the lowest creature, is!"

"The ever-evolving abyssal worm will never die just like this!"

"Our dignity cannot be trampled!"

A rage was burning.

The deceitful and sly demons also began to get angry and roar.

Almost in an instant, an emotion hotter, more fearful, and angrier than before gathered with the wind path in the sky.

It fiercely crashed into Goliath's backup heart.

Most creatures in Hell were in an emotional surge, a power named dignity, hope, survival, anger... unprecedented grandeur was gathered.

"Then, let God see the power that belongs to worms!"

Black energy, sweeping.

Fear, blooming in the flower of despair.

...

In the distance.

The Truth Angels watched the battle silently, their hearts pounding, "Mad, completely mad."

God, after demonization, truly became more of a Demon King than the Demon King.

Before, controlling the shadow and darkness, the Demon King chased that night, and the majestic Demon King was so scared he fled to the day.

Now, the Demon King was defeated by his own expertise in plotting.

At this moment, Xu Changsheng Nachi was also shocked, shouting internally:

"The demonized God is too wild, truly portrayed as a super villain, suspended in the sky arrogantly with arms crossed, hair like flames, waiting for others to re-form a heart? To fight him?"

The Truth Angel explained softly: "This is what demonic nature is like! When God enters the demonized form, his natural character is affected."

"Angels, fond of peace, unity, and kindness; Demon Race, fond of battle, slaughter, proud and cruel."

Beside him, Diechi Yin said: "Isn't the Demon Race known for bullying the weak?"

The Truth Angel said: "In God's eyes, even if the opponent breaks through, it's still the big bullying the small."

Everyone was utterly speechless upon hearing this.

The arrogant God, today's scene was too shocking, and perhaps that invincible figure they will never forget for the rest of their lives.

...

Endless black clouds gathered, continuous fearful emotions surged in, merging into Goliath's heart.

All sorts of voices from around the world were also converging:

'Please, save the world'

'Please be the hero from the stories, save the world.'

'Save us, like the bard sang, the farmer wielding a sword defeated the bandits, saved the village, and won the noble lady's love.'

'Like the Ranger planting magic beans, climbing the tower, defeating the evil Giant, and obtaining the old king's treasure.'

'For us, and for the world.'

Thud! The heart is beating.

Thud, thud! Goliath reformed a heart more filled with fear.

"I've received your wishes."

His eyes gradually returned to calmness, but suddenly he felt a bit mocked.

But I am a cunning, sinister, despicable Demon King.

To think one day, I would unite the world's strength like those Angels, roar like a hero, shouting about bonds and love, courage and unity, saving the world.

"What a joke."

"I am the Demon King."

"This is a disgrace." The fear and prayers from all the people in his heart grew larger, turning into an endless light of longing hope that almost drowned him.

He suddenly recalled those distant years in the beginning.

At that time.

He was still the strongest Ranger on earth.

The streets were filled with minstrels singing of his legends, those years when farmers practiced sword-fighting against bandits, it was him, the one who planted the magic bean vine that climbed up the high tower.

That afternoon, with bright sunshine, the Ranger held his sword and practiced day and night by the lakeside. When he was tired, he leaned against a tree eating an apple, the lake water shimmering. He seemed to hear the Lake Fairy, the long sword in his hand emitting a vague and innocent consciousness,

"Goliath, what is your dream?"

"Of course, to become the strongest hero, to defeat the Demon King! To bring peace to the world, to the prosperous holy land the most just and great king!"

The Lake Fairy softly said, "Please wield me, embark on the great journey of a hero."

But in some future, he descended from the high tower entwined with magic bean vines, casting his sword into the lake, giving up on his dream of becoming a hero.

He chose to stop, to marry the Duke's daughter, the brave dream of his youth discarded like the Holy Sword in the lake, stained with mottled rust at the bottom of the lake.

The distant carousel of memories jolted intensely, returning to reality, "Now as the Demon King, do I really have to become a hero to save the world?"

"It feels like a dream."

Goliath's eyes flashed with endless weariness.

He reflected on the many aspects of life, the distant and grand dream of his youth, the courage that once feared no death, which over the years was replaced by cowardice and timidity, hiding behind the scenes engrossed in schemes, he was no longer himself.

Yet at this moment, he seemed to hear a gentle voice speaking by his ear, telling of his ultimate fate:

"There is no good without evil, no light without darkness."

"Good and evil are relative, now compared to that ultimate evil, we are the kind race, so please defeat the ultimate Demon King and save your weak, helpless, and good people."

Goliath's eyes flickered with complexity, his expression was not of despair or sadness, only endless tranquility, "Very well, I never thought I would have the chance to become a hero again, bearing the fate of saving the world, to crusade against the Demon King."

Whoosh——

He reached out and grasped fiercely in the void.

Within the Demon King's Castle, the Golden Scale was swiftly smelted, transformed into the Heroic Golden Sword to crusade against the Demon King.

The reflection beneath the Golden Holy Sword was the true form of this Divine Sword, formed by the intersection of fierce winds, plagues, shadows, transformations, and other divine powers.

"Although the Holy Sword in the Lake was lost back then."

"Now, I can only forge my Sword of Courage anew, don my Dream Armor... and embark on the journey once more."

"In the days to come, bards will still tell of my legend on this land."

A Holy Sword tore through the sky, flying swiftly, landing in his palm, endless light seeming to engulf Goliath entirely.

"Come back, the me of youth, and my longsword." As turbulent thoughts surged, savage divine power burst forth.

Only slaughter, only battle.

"God, I've kept you waiting." He no longer spoke arrogant, wild words of pride, only calm and humility, as if becoming once again that young hero.

"Almighty God of Demons, please battle with me." He leapt up, already reclaiming the dream of a hero, wielding a longsword, his figure transformed into an eternal legend.

"Is it here?" God turned around, quietly watching the hero Goliath who had become incredibly calm, shedding all restlessness, the luster of brilliance letting out its light.

"I say..." Goliath began to invoke the Divine Word continuously, casting various great forbidden magic blessings upon his body.

The people of the entire Hell, the kinetic energy generated by their clenched fists, the sound energy roared out, the energy of the heart's frightened pounding, the energy of running...

All of them transformed, converging onto him.

Thousands of magic converged together.

The surging overwhelming power almost engulfed him, power beyond belief crazily grew, he seemed to have transformed into a hero engulfed in flames, the Demon King's Sacred Body wrapped with an incredible shockwave,

"O mighty power of the masses, bless me."

In the next moment, God and the Demon King collided, a heatwave rose in the sky.

On the earth, countless people shouted, "Big brother Demon King, you must win!"

"Prove you are more evil than the other, prove you are the truest Demon King!" Some waved flags and shouted, embracing each other with tears.

"Take all my strength!" Someone roared angrily, "Take it, isn't that what you want? Have it all then!"

"Do not be defeated, some dignity is more important than death!" Someone prostrated on the ground, weeping uncontrollably, crying loudly, "After all, we are all doomed, then with a disregard for life, let him see a little of our spirit!"

"God, let you see the strength of our unity!" Lilith clenched her fists, sharp nails unconsciously piercing the skin, a large amount of blood flowing down, yet she remained unaware.

At this moment, their demons, after enduring countless trials, seemed to finally transform into the kindest, most united Angels, crusading against the most terrifying Demon King in the world.

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