Even the official standing beside him hadn’t reacted in ti. Just as he reached out to catch the king’s falling body, he missed by a step and could only watch as his leader hit the ground.
Everyone else at the scene: "..."
Tragic—but no one knew what to say.
So soone muttered under their breath: "Serves him right."
Nueronist froze for a mont, then quickly masked the flicker of emotion on his face. He burst into wild laughter, his eyes slightly red, as though he had laughed himself to tears.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
However, within that laughter was an unmistakable sense of bleak sorrow, the kind that arises when a rabbit dies and the fox mourns in shared misfortune.
The laughter did not last long, because the Fallen Demons simply could not survive long under the illumination of the magic crystals.
Moreover, the batch of weapons that Sebastian had commissioned were made from extrely luxurious materials.
Every component used the highest-grade magic crystals. Although the preparation ti had been long, the end result was imnsely powerful.
Even soone like Nueronist, who had cultivated to such a level among the Fallen Demons, could not endure for long under the radiance of top-tier magic crystals. So the earlier scene could be considered his final struggle.
He had dragged a group down with him into death.
The only question was, in what way would he force the people of Yaguk Theocracy to die with him?
Sebastian found it all speechless. He even felt that this war had been absurdly rushed, rushed to the point that he did not even know what to say to ease the awkward atmosphere.
Clearly, he was holding the script of the final villain boss.
He had just unveiled his weapons, and the enemy suddenly self-destructed, even throwing their allies under the bus.
In a few brief monts, they had defeated their own allies and dragged them into the mud, just for the sake of taking soone with them into death.
It was a baffling move, a truly incomprehensible train of thought.
Even the long-lived steward of the Demon Realm was utterly at a loss.
If only he could understand what these people were thinking. If that had been possible, perhaps back then he could have helped His Majesty Phenex properly rectify the Demon Realm.
Maybe they could have avoided the mass corruption that followed, when so many demons were seduced into falling.
Back then, they did not know the full extent of the issue, which led to being betrayed from within.
His Majesty the Demon King had nearly died at that point, and the Demon Realm had almost collapsed completely.
The "Imps" faction was the final group of Fallen Demons that had been left behind during that chaos.
To this day, no one knew exactly why the previous Demon King had spared them. Before letting them go, he had only said one strange sentence. Yes, to this day, it still puzzled Sebastian deeply.
"You think this is a fate forced upon you, yet you do not realize it is a choice you made yourself. You have long known your path, and still you choose not to change."
In light of what happened today, he could understand part of it. However, his instincts told him that there were still truths hidden that he did not yet know.
Sebastian sighed. Things had already reached this point.
The Fallen Demons were completely annihilated. As for the Yaguk Theocracy, who had colluded with them, he had no intention of taking any direct action.
It was enough to publicly expose their collaboration with the Fallen Demons.
After all, in everyone’s eyes, colluding with the Fallen was equivalent to choosing corruption.
And corruption was the most hated thing among all living beings on the continent.
Even without understanding the full details, the instinct passed down in their blood would still drive them to revulsion.
As for the Yaguk Theocracy...
Its fate had now been utterly severed.
The main continent’s power structure that was once defined as five nations and three alliances had now beco four nations and three alliances.
After a millennium of stability, the balance of the land had once again been disrupted.
Sebastian waved his hand to signal the troops to withdraw.
But before they could even leave, they noticed new turmoil occurring on the Yaguk Theocracy’s side.
The allies who were once considered the closest had begun killing each other.
The rest of the onlookers had no ti to stop them, as the violence began swiftly and ended just as fast.
In the blink of an eye, the army brought by the Yaguk Theocracy had been reduced to only a small fraction.
Their once-pristine white knight uniforms were now splattered with great patches of blood-red blossoms.
The contrast between the once-pure color and the fresh blood made the entire scene feel twisted and eerie.
Coupled with the knights’ serious, expressionless faces, it appeared even more unsettling and out of place.
No one had recovered from the shock of this sudden upheaval.
What... did the people of Yaguk Theocracy always enjoy killing each other?
Was self-destruction their fallback plan in the face of failure? Did they decide to die early, knowing their fate was sealed?
That... could not be right, could it?
Everyone hesitated in silence.
To be honest, they did not know much about Yaguk Theocracy, even though they had maintained diplomatic ties for a hundred years.
But if this was part of Yaguk Theocracy’s unique culture, they would still respect it... ha ha ha ha ha ha.
That was the shared sentint of the rest of the group.
Just when they thought things were finally over, the remaining "people" still standing began to change. Their appearances started to distort. Their forms blurred and gradually beca translucent, as if they were about to vanish from the very spot.
After a while, the figures who had turned translucent began to solidify again. However, by this ti, their appearances had changed. The white uniforms, previously soaked with crimson, had turned into black garnts. In so areas, the fabric was visibly darkened, as if soaked with liquid. Given what had just happened, everyone imdiately understood—it was stained with a great deal of blood.
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