Torture the hero, why has the Demon King's castle collapsed again?

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A rhapsody of light and darkness resounded high in the sky, with flickering light and shadow before their eyes. This attack was more powerful than Shana had imagined, easily annihilating the demon like a bubble, before it fell to some unknown place...

A massive mushroom cloud rose slowly—

"Success..."

Feeling completely drained, Shana collapsed contentedly on the tower.

……

"We did it! We finally did it!!!"

Brad's ecstatic voice emanated from within the God of All Objects.

With his body nearly dried up, he clutched the "decaying artifact" source tightly in his hand, looking disheveled. After the emotions of the holy artifacts gradually calmed down, he finally exhausted all his strength and, together with the source, suppressed them again.

The power began to connect from all directions, and the God of All Weapons began to operate again. The dying Brad let out a hysterical laugh:

"No one can stop me from becoming the most perfect life form! These ant-like humans can't! Nor can those filthy demons!!!"

As long as he can reabsorb the source of the artifact, he can regain control of everything and become a god again!

"Soon, I will be invincible..."

Brad's words abruptly stopped, his eyes flashing with black and white light as dazzling blade light and sword energy surged forth, landing on the barrier surrounding the God of All Weapons.

With a single strike, the barrier shattered, and terrifying power seeped into every part of the God of All Weapons' body, like a flood or a wild beast, completely dispersing the power that the God of All Weapons had linked together.

A colossal mechanical giant, torn to pieces beneath a chaotic hue!

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The sound of flesh tearing rang out. Brad looked down in horror at a holy artifact, black as fire, that had pierced his heart...

Chapter 232 Minotaur was both his life-sustaining force and his downfall; he was born from Minotaur, and he died from it all… Ah, Minotaur is dead!!!

The dazzling sword light illuminated Dane's vision, and a terrifying mushroom cloud covered everything in the arena.

"Tsk! It still managed to escape... However, some of the sword energy should have hit it! After all, it's the power of a second-level demon official. This incomplete hero's body is still not enough."

Mino shook his head with some regret. The power of this legendary sword technique was much stronger than he had imagined, but the divine power of this "hero" was still not enough. He had even overdrawn his entire body, but he still couldn't keep Swell away.

Speaking of overdraft, Mino's vision blurred, and her whole body swayed:

"Damn it, I'm out of energy, the Hero's Descent spell has to be dispelled... I was hoping to say hello to Ota, he'd be so happy to see me, but this 'hero' doesn't seem to want to be seen by anyone... Come to think of it, I felt like I just saw a familiar black light flash by?"

A wave of dizziness and weakness washed over Mino, and her body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

"The rest... is up to this hero..."

Before her consciousness faded, Mino only vaguely recalled a few thoughts:

"I did something so earth-shattering for him, maybe his title of Hero will even be elevated... Hehehe, if he knew the truth, he'd probably be thanking me to death..."

"Speaking of which... falling from such a height... I shouldn't die, right...?"

Without time to think too much, the last glimmer of golden light in his eyes faded, and "Dain" closed his eyes with a sense of relief.

The wind whistled in his ears, as if bidding farewell to the hero—

Swish!

The next moment, Dane opened his eyes sleepily, looking around at the brick walls that were flying past in a daze. He quickly snapped awake, his eyes filled with confusion and fear: "Where am I? What happened?!"

He was face down when he saw the ground hurtling towards him like a rocket. He was terrified and tried to activate his divine power to defend himself.

But his body felt completely drained, unable to muster even a trace of strength. A piercing, fragmented pain coursed through his body, making Dane's hair stand on end. He felt utterly utterly humiliated.

"Grass!"

boom!

Dust billowed from the palace floor, creating a large, semi-circular crater. Dane lay face up in the crater, his curled-up body suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, severely injured!

If his physique hadn't been slightly enhanced after using the Blood Essence Stone, he probably would have fallen to his death here!

"Why... do I always run into these... inexplicable messes..." Dane struggled to lift his head, the pain almost unbearable. "Who... did I touch... someone's cake...?"

Dane now seriously suspects that choosing to become Thanaus's adopted son was the worst decision he ever made... It feels like Thanaus has a full stack of "son-killing" buffs!

A warm current gradually surged within his body.

Dane sensed the power of light within him and his eyes lit up with joy: "The Mark of the Hero? Are you going to heal me?"

The next moment, with a soft "poof," the Mark of the Hero emerged from Dane's body.

Without the power to block it, it finally broke free from the body of the creature that wanted to kill it. The mark of the hero vibrated gently, and with a joyful leap, it flew off in one direction.

"Hey! Wait! Where are you going? My Mark of the Hero... mine!!!" Dane shouted with bloodshot eyes. Overwhelmed by anger and grief, he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

His vision went black, and Dane collapsed into the deep pit.

……

In front of the palace, amidst countless scattered sacred artifacts, the aura of death permeated the air.

Brad's eyes gradually dimmed, and his blood rushed out of his body, bringing him an unprecedented feeling of weakness.

"Cough cough, why...why is this happening?"

The remaining power of the artifact was no match for repairing the penetrating wound. The sacred artifact at his heart seemed to possess destructive power, completely erasing his last vestige of life. His heartbeat gradually weakened... This physical body that he had once desperately wanted to get rid of now, Brad desperately longed for his flesh and blood to function again.

"This shouldn't be happening! Something must be wrong... cough cough cough! Something must be wrong!"

His eyes were filled with obsession, and Brad's thoughts were in complete disarray.

Now that things have come to this, he no longer cares about the demon that briefly appeared in the capital, or those dark mages and blood followers; they pose no threat to him whatsoever.

Even the sword energy and blade light that ultimately ended his life were not the culprits that drove him to this point. The only source was his own backlash, the paralysis of the God of All Weapons...

"Why? Why does that demon possess the key to paralyze the God of All Weapons? Only two people could know that..."

Brad was having trouble breathing; his brain felt like it was about to explode, and he was experiencing excruciating pain—something he couldn't understand at all.

He had personally witnessed Saintess Lena being sealed inside an ice ball, and had also heard that Hero Mino had been captured and taken to the Demon King's castle. It was because of this that he dared to incite a riot in the royal capital!

Otherwise, whether it was directly corrupting and devouring all the sacred artifacts after activating the God of All Artifacts, or directly descending to the capital, obtaining the Sacred Round Table, and then activating the origin of the corrupted artifacts, everything should have gone more smoothly than ever before, given that the Hero of Light was not in the capital!

“Saint Lena would never reveal the final key to anyone else. The wearer of the Ice Heart… even the closest person cannot break her defenses…” Brad gasped, his consciousness fading.

"As for the hero Mino, that's even more impossible. How could that resolute and indomitable hero possibly..."

A sudden pause occurred as he chuckled, his chest tightened, and his breath caught in his throat.

Brad's eyes widened, and several clear clues suddenly emerged from his previously blurry consciousness: the hero Mino, the Demon King's castle, the key held by the demon, the mysterious traitor mentioned by Ota, and the loss of countless core secrets of the kingdom...

Is it really...impossible?

A surge of crimson blood rushed to Brad's face, his eyes bloodshot, and his expression suddenly contorted into a ferocious grimace: "No! Why, why is it so obvious? How could I not have noticed?!"

He coughed violently, spitting out blood clots in anger, yet as if in a final burst of energy, his voice was loud and cynical:

"How can there be such weak humans! Such an easy hero?! This is fraud!!! A betrayal of the entire human race!!!"

He understood everything: the traitor Ota had mentioned, who had been elusive ever since Mino was captured, was clearly—the legendary, resolute, and indomitable Warrior of Light! Mino Lake!!!

Raising his head with a hoarse voice, Brad let out a decaying and indignant roar:

"Ah! Mino! Die!!!"

A click, like the sound of a machine shutting down, came from my chest.

The next instant, Brad's eyes lost their light...

On the ground scattered with countless sacred artifacts, the long sword embedded in his chest stood like a cross, or a tombstone burying everything. The last, most refined essence of the artifact flowed into the Fire Holy Sword, tempering the entire blade as if it had been sublimated. Yet, the pitch-black holy sword emitted a terrified hum.

"Maru-la—!!!!!"

At the top of the cathedral, the bells rang incessantly, nine deafening blasts filling the eyes of the people with horror, while a dazzling white light completely dispelled the darkness—

The Iron-Blooded Pope, Foster Brad, is dead.

Chapter 233 This son must not be kept!

Demon King's Castle, top floor.

A faint scent of roses wafted in the air, a flowing, pale white rose dress trailed on the ground, and roses blooming on slender fingertips absorbed the starlight.

Kletina looked up at the tranquil night sky, where rays of moonlight shone down, condensing into pure white specks amidst the rich fragrance of flowers. Then... shadows twisted and took shape from the ground, absorbing every last bit of light until it dissipated.

Suddenly, the rose on my fingertips began to vibrate gently.

Kleidina's expression shifted, and she turned to look at the obsidian book on the stone platform beside her, which appeared to be an empty shell... Dense demonic energy gathered around it, and it quickly shone with a deep light once more.

A terrifying energy fluctuation faintly emanated from the void. The next instant, the rose in Kletina's hand suddenly shattered into petals, and a blinding light flashed for a moment!

"Ugh...!" Swell's main body trembled, emitting a painful groan: "Such terrifying sword energy, it actually tracked me here..."

It was seriously injured simply because it was a little slow in escaping!

"Svir? ​​What happened? Did something go wrong during the operation?!"

Kleidina's eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively released a rich fragrance as she became alert: According to Swell's calculations, tonight's operation shouldn't have resulted in any harm: "What happened?!"

Svir's demonic energy dissipated weakly, and he shook his head:

"The operation went smoothly, Lady Kletina. I have figured out the power and mechanism of the God of All Weapons. We should be able to contain the threat of the God of All Weapons to the first line of defense in a short time. What injured me was... the Hero!"

"That hero who hasn't received the blessing yet? Mino's sister?!" Kleinna's eyes widened.

“That’s right! It can only be her!” Swell’s tone was extremely solemn: “I sensed the same power in her as Mino! The bloodline of the Rex family… is truly terrifying.”

"We can't let her grow up any longer!!!"

At this moment, disregarding his own injuries, and recalling the awe-inspiring legendary sword, Swell's pages couldn't help but tremble.

"I could sense from that sword strike that the human's power... far exceeded everyone's imagination! No one can compare to that monster!!!"

Kleidina fell silent.

at the same time--

Lower level, inside the prison cells.

On the soft, large bed, a continuous stream of comfortable and pleasant snoring filled the air...