"Argh!"
The shockwave knocked Alaric quite a distance away.
A clear burn mark appeared on his back.
Ssshhhhhhh!
Black smoke continued to rise from there without stopping.
The left arm that had just been created from the aura had also disappeared due to the chaos.
The wound that had been getting better had now started bleeding again because of that explosion.
Everything that was happening to The King could be sumd up in a single word.
Hell.
At this mont, his brain could stop functioning at any mont due to the pain he was experiencing.
A burn mark on his back.
And a severe wound on his left arm.
No human could stay conscious in this state.
Fortunately, Alaric was still alive.
But, it seed like the demon king wouldn’t let him rest.
As right after that, many familiar voices rang out from all directions:
"Hahahaha! Why is the hero lying on the ground like a loser?"
"You’re really a disappointnt, Dix!"
"Who would have thought that soone like you would be ambushed!"
"It seems like you’ve weakened a lot!"
"That ans I’m about to win."
"We, to be exact."
From all over the place, many clones of the demon king appeared.
All of those clones had the sa appearance as the demon king.
That sinister smile that looked down on everything...
That gaze that seed to want to devour everything...
And that ferocious expression that no living being could possess...
"Damn it!"
Alaric gritted his teeth, trying to overco this torture, and forced himself to stand up.
Although he was still a bit wobbly, at least he made it.
"Oh, what a surprise, hero!"
"You can still stand?"
"You are a hero after all."
"But it doesn’t matter."
"You’re about to be killed anyway, Dix."
Then, all those clones rushed towards The King at the sa ti.
Unlike the real demon king, they didn’t possess any special powers or abilities.
Because they were just clones.
The only thing they could do was explode.
To put it bluntly, those clones were walking bombs.
Bombs that could think.
"How lucky."
Alaric exhaled, releasing all the tension that had accumulated up until now.
"If they had the power of the demon king, I would have died by now."
His left arm and bow were once again woven from aura.
"And these guys?"
The King drew his bow towards the clone closest to him.
"They are just obstacles in the way."
Fwip!
Fwip!
Fwip!
He continuously released poisoned arrows at each clone one by one.
Thuck!
Thuck!
Thuck!
And all of those arrows hit their targets.
But...
"Shit!"
There were still too many.
And Alaric, because he was injured, could not face all of these clones at once.
Of course, he tried running.
But that didn’t work.
How could soone as injured as The King be faster than the clones that barely knew the concept of fatigue?
And as a result...
Boom!
...Alaric had to endure a few more explosions.
Causing his wounds to beco even more severe.
At the sa ti, causing more wounds to appear on his body.
"Fuck!"
The King frowned.
These clones were like ants.
No matter how many he killed, they would still appear.
This was a contest of physical strength.
Which ant that Alaric would definitely lose.
Therefore, he had to find the real demon king as soon as possible.
"Only by finding and killing him will these clones stop."
But where exactly was the demon king?
The King pushed all of his senses to the maximum, but still couldn’t find the Demon King.
He kept looking around.
His speed had also increased.
But the result was the sa.
Nothing.
"Where the hell is he!?"
***
"Your biggest weakness is that you think too much, Hero Dix."
Standing in the throne room, the Demon King enjoyed the sight of Alaric being chased by his clones.
"Who told you that I left the throne room?"
How stupid.
Seeing the despair evident on The King’s face and eyes really made the Demon King feel elated.
This feeling was many tis better than taking drugs.
"This is so much fun!"
Nevertheless, every party would have to end at so point.
"It’s ti for you to die, Hero Dix."
The demon king’s eyes flashed with a sharp and murderous light.
"Just now you wanted to kill with a bow, right?"
The corner of his lips curled up slightly.
A blue fla appeared in the demon king’s palm.
"If that’s the case, then I’ll send you off in the sa way."
Slowly, the blue fla grew longer, changing shape.
Becoming a bow.
And on that bow, an arrow was already set.
It could be shot at any ti.
With a sinister smile, the demon king pulled his bowstring, aiming straight at Alaric’s fleeing figure.
The carpet and curtains slowly burned under the heat from that bow.
anwhile, he stood still, seemingly unaffected.
The Demon King had only one chance.
"And for , one chance is more than enough."
Without wasting any more ti, he released the bowstring.
Fwoosh!
And then, like a mad monster freed from its chains, the fiery arrow shot straight at The King.
Burning everything in its path.
"Goodbye, Dix!"
Thuck!
The fiery arrow pierced the center of Alaric’s chest, completely destroying his heart.
It didn’t cause any explosions.
Because there was no need.
And because its destructive power and lethality were already greater than any explosion.
"Cough!"
Coughing out a mouthful of blood, The King’s pupils imdiately contracted.
Then, he fell to the ground.
Slowly closing his eyes.
The hero was dead.
***
"Hahahaha!"
The Demon King laughed loudly.
He felt so happy.
"See, Hero Dix? I am the final victor! After all, you humans are nothing!"
The Demon King’s voice was filled with ridicule.
"Finally... Finally..."
He covered his face.
His body trembled with excitent.
"After thousands of years... you humans have finally lost!"
Strictly speaking, Alaric was the only one who lost.
But his defeat was no different from the defeat of humanity.
After all, The King was the representative of humanity.
"How refreshing..."
The Demon King let out a long sigh.
But he felt that it was still not enough.
The Demon King still rembered very clearly the feeling of defeat when the demon race lost the war.
And the feeling when he had to kneel down and beg for his life.
"Compared to all that, your death is still too light, Dix."
Gritting his teeth, the Demon King raised one foot.
"Fuck you, Dix! You deserve this!"
Thud!
Without any hesitation, he kicked Alaric’s completely motionless body.
"Die!"
Thud!
"Die!"
Thud!
"Die!"
Thud!
The Demon King continued to torture The King’s corpse.
And that made him feel very satisfied.
However, being blinded by the joy of victory and anger towards humanity, the demon king did not notice one small detail.
That was, in just a mont, one of Alaric’s fingers moved again.
[High Level Aura.]
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