"Morgan! Go! You mustn't die!"

A giant dragon mercilessly kicked the rear of its own "king" and then turned to face the endless tentacles in the sky: "This is a power only they can combat! You need to find the Demon King and the Goddess!"

No...

Morgan reached out a dragon claw towards the sky, knowing it was futile—

The Demon King and the so-called Hero went to the Void Realm for a duel, but... the Demon King knew about this.

That person's eyes can pierce through space, can see everything happening in this world through space, and also.

Even if ominous forces have been watching this world. How could they possibly invade at this moment? The Demon King had just left, and they invade right after? Aren't they afraid this is the Demon King's trap?

So, there's only one answer.

This invasion was orchestrated by the Demon King.

When the Demon King created the battlefield of the Void Realm in the World of the Dead, she communicated and made a deal with the ominous forces. So, at this moment, the sky is filled with tentacles, but the world isn't truly destroyed; the ominous forces are intensely soaking into this world but have yet to truly touch the roots of this world.

The people are exclaiming the arrival of the apocalypse, but the true end is still some time away.

What exactly does she want to do? Morgan didn't know.

She never truly understood the Demon King's thoughts, from early on, from the birth of the Giant Dragon Race, the death of the ancient Dragon King, and her succession as the Dragon King, she knew she could never comprehend that being.

She saw someone fighting against those tentacles, feeling the waves of the Goddess's power from that person, able to harm the tentacles, but that person was close to death.

He hasn't reached the realm of the Demon King and the Goddess; he merely borrowed the Goddess's power, and he couldn't truly sustain such power forever. He would die from exhaustion.

The Demon King is walking a tightrope—though she may have reached a deal with the ominous forces, they wouldn't truly listen to her words. Such an invasion would certainly affect the foundations of the world—perhaps providing the ominous forces a real chance to counterattack this world, and by then even the Demon King...

If she were to escape, where would she go?

This is her world.

Her subjects, those who never listened to her, are all fighting. As the King of Dragons, should she flee? She couldn't locate the so-called Void Realm, and she had no means to go to the Undead World... under the ominous invasion, even suiciding to send the soul to the World of the Dead wouldn't work, as those ominous forces would taint your soul, making it impossible to reach the World of the Dead.

There's no escape here, and what's more, with the tentacles already spreading into the world, it's certain that beyond the world—it's already filled with ominous forces.

So...

What should she do?

Morgan knew better than anyone that she had no solution to this situation; she could only take a gamble.

The Demon King went to the so-called Void Realm for a duel with the Hero, but she didn't understand the Hero and didn't know what kind of existence the so-called Victor over the Demon King was, whether his thoughts were different from the Demon King's, or perhaps, they shared the same ideas, and this happened with his consent...

She could only gamble once.

Gamble with the annihilation of the entire Sub-dragon Species.

Dragon's Blood pulsated at this moment.

The Curse belonged to Mohe's power. But back then, when someone asked Mohe why he didn't act against the hidden Nephilim, he replied that it was merely a situation of mutual cursing, which brought him no benefit.

That was true, at least—in Dragon King Morgan's understanding, it was true. The Demon King had no need to lie thousands or even tens of thousands of years about a dragon she could wipe out at will. She was the source of the Curse, but she couldn't cut it off. Endure, face... using Divine Power to purify was an option against the Curse.

So—

"I curse! I curse with the life of the Dragon King! I curse all impure bloodlines, I curse all chaos, I curse the dragon's descendants!"

Her life was withering.

And correspondingly...

In the Void Realm, at the moment when the great battle had already begun, Mohe and Doro's expressions both changed simultaneously, because all the dragon subspecies within their military units started edging towards death.

And among them, there was one person with Dragon's Blood.

Her name was Rose.

She suddenly fell to the ground, lost the breath of life.

"This is!"

Yin-Nepilim and Lisidorwei instantly distanced themselves, and she almost blurted out, "A curse from the bloodline! The King of Dragons cursed all his sub-dragon species! What happened?!"

Doro almost instantly fixed his gaze on Mohe.

A smile gradually appeared on Mohe's face: "Mr. Doro, don't worry, Rose won't die. Although she does have dragon blood, there's also the black goat and the cat — so she will lose two natures, but she will still stand up, she won't die completely."

"What did you do?"

Golden and silver eyes glinted with light, Mohe's gaze at this moment met Doro's: "Mr. Doro, don't you think our current war feels like child's play? So many beings here, enough to change the world's balance, so many legions, so many strong ones, yet they are only confined to this narrow place, engaged in false war. This is an amusement for us, indeed a kind of insult to the many lifeforms that exist in this world."

These eyes made Doro feel unfamiliar.

These eyes differed entirely from the Mohe Doro had seen before; they were no longer filled with mockery, always seeming to be up to mischief, but completely indifferent, cold. These eyes focused so intently on him, yet they made Doro feel a chill in his limbs.

Because in these eyes, apart from himself, there was nothing else.

Mohe withdrew her gaze. She stood up from the illusory throne, her long legs stepping into the void. She overlooked everything below: "Mr. Doro, only you and I are truly eternal beings in this world, so what is the meaning of life for us?"

"What are you really talking about?"

"This world is unstoppable by you. Since the war continues here, shall we go back to that world and take a look?"

Her gaze, coldly sweeping over the camps of the Demon King and Human King: "The war goes on, you understand?"

Her voice was low, yet it instantly reached everyone's ears, even beings devoid of hearing understood Mohe's command in their minds. Then, a door appeared in the void, and Mohe half-stepped into it: "Mr. Doro, follow me."

Doro also rose from the illusory throne, and he followed without hesitation.

With the main characters gone, should this battle continue?

It must continue — after all, it's the will of the Demon King.

The first moment Doro set foot back into the original world, he saw A·Gedora.

Holding the Hero's Sword, wearing the Hero's Armor, A·Gedora held the sword aloft.

That imposter version of himself.

He didn't know his new name, but he was already dead.

In the sky, surrounding the dead imposter, the King of Dragons' life was withering, compensating tendrils were in play.

Mohe walked to the King of Dragons' side; her gaze was icy: "Out of my fondness for the Dragon Race, I provided you with shelter. If you dragons had just stayed quietly on the sea, nothing would have happened — you speak of loyalty to me, yet do such a thing, do you think you're great?"

"I have never betrayed my loyalty to you."

Morgan gradually weakened, yet she still spoke: "Your purpose is fulfilled, isn't it?"

Mohe laughed. Nowadays, this mature and alluring woman, when she laughed, blossoms trembling, incomparably beautiful: "You do understand me. However, this is the meaning of life, Morgan."

She turned to look at Doro over there, opening her arms.

Countless scenes emerged, worldwide, people trembled, in some places, hidden strong ones who didn't join the war rushed to the sky, in some, crime and chaos happened, yet also not lacking in great and kind people performing deeds of justice. All these scenes reflected before Doro.

Since Mohe and Doro's return, the writhing tendrils in the sky seemed merely a backdrop; with these two present, the world would not be destroyed —

"Do you understand, Mr. Doro?"

It felt like a conversation from the past between Mohe and Doro, but at this moment, it was completely different.

"For life forms that cannot achieve eternity, the meaning of their lives lies in sacrifice! Sacrificing for their own desires, sacrificing for their own glory, sacrificing for their own desires, these ephemeral lives, these lives that must eventually pass, this kind of life, sacrifice, then exchange for something even more brilliant and dazzling, is precisely the meaning of life."

"So do you understand? How much does the war happening in that Void Realm defile the meaning of life? Because you are so willful, you don't want to see sacrifice, I had to create such a battlefield, and to avoid unfairness, you must take me to the battlefield, you need to properly supervise me, and if I'm not in this world —"

She pointed to the sky: "Look, these things have arrived! The ominous entities, that I and the Goddess banished from this world, once invaded this world, devoured the World Tree. Will once again target this world. You see, I, this sinful, utterly evil Demon King, have always been... protecting this world!"

She was laughing.

Her laughter was somewhat familiar, the kind of contemptuous laughter from the past, as if mocking something, as if ridiculing Doro's foolishness.

She was always like this.

This was how she was when they met in the tavern.

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