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The light of life gradually faded from their eyes.
In its place was a heavy aura of death.
They once belonged to the Demons, were once living beings, and were part of the three major races of the world.
But now, they were invaders from another world.
They were the undead, currently standing before Serie, swarming toward her without fear of death!
"Schlacht..."
"Do you understand the price the entire demon race will have to bear behind this power?"
Again and again, she raised her hand to annihilate the Undead army rushing toward her.
Serie's expression had turned grim.
She didn't know if Yulian was aware of the situation happening here.
But one thing was very clear—this army led by Schlacht was no longer composed of demons!
Infused with the deathly aura of another world, they were no longer existences of this world!
As followers spreading death from another realm.
If left alone, they would surely destroy this world!
"The price?"
A brief flash of clarity flickered in Schlacht's gray eyes.
But it was quickly covered by the gray haze again.
"There is no price."
"This is the power of a God."
"This is a gift given to us by the Goddess!"
Schlacht's form, which had once again been annihilated by Serie's terrifying power, coalesced not far away.
He spoke incessantly.
"Your so-called priests steal the power of the Goddess to use Goddess Magic."
"But we demons are the Goddess's most devout believers!"
"It is us whom the Goddess wishes to protect!"
Schlacht walked forward step by step.
His figure was constantly shattered by Serie's attacks and then regrouped.
He walked and talked, one step at a time.
"The Demons are the most perfect race on the entire continent!"
"After the failure of the crusade, during the battle, I reached the Land Where Souls Rest!"
"I saw the Goddess, who had become weakened because you stole her power!"
"She bestowed upon our demon race the divine power of immortality!"
"And I shall not fail the Goddess's expectations to wipe out you false thieves!"
"Destruction is not the end of the world..."
"But the starting point of a new world!"
"All who are not of our race must have a different heart; they are guilty and must be executed!"
"The world belongs to the demons!"
Schlacht had gone mad.
After Serie cleared the surrounding Undead army once again, she took a deep breath calmly.
Her golden eyes stared deathly at Schlacht.
She spoke slowly.
"That is a secret from the ancient times."
"But it was merely an experience from my childhood."
"You mumble about faith in the Goddess and her gifts..."
"But as a race that has also continued for a thousand years, do you really not know of The Fall of the Goddess?"
Serie said.
"In the Mythical Era."
"That era when the Goddess was active between heaven and earth, creating life and fashioning mountains and rivers."
"A rift carrying the aura of death invaded our world."
"Countless vengeful spirits surged frantically from within that crack..."
"To protect this fragile world, the Omnipotent and Omniscient Goddess..."
"Sacrificed her own divinity to fill that crack..."
"And upon her fall, she opened the so-called Land Where Souls Rest to gather the sages of all races throughout history into it..."
"Tasking them with the mission of guarding the world's barrier."
"But you..."
"How is it that you, Schlacht, were also one of those chosen by the Goddess's will..."
"Yet you fell under the enchantment of that Will of Death!"
Serie frowned deeply.
Even her breath became slightly warm with anger.
"The Will of... Death?"
Schlacht fell silent.
In the next second!
He suddenly clutched his head!
It was as if some terrifying power had exploded inside his brain!
Stabbing deeply into his nerves!
"I won't listen!"
"I won't listen!"
"Our demon race finally waited for a wise king from the frozen lands of the far north!"
"Why are we not allowed to enter the continent!"
"Why is it that you get to enjoy the sunlight and the air!"
"While we are stuck in that desolate, freezing place, enduring countless deaths and being hunted by all other races!"
Schlacht soared into the sky.
Gray-black flames covered his entire body!
The black flames rose high!
The moment they connected with the black mist in the sky!
A lightless crack appeared within the dark clouds!
Simultaneously!
Accompanied by countless eerie auras emerging from the rift!
A great terror suddenly descended—from this Scar of the Heavens!
"Serie, this time, it is our demon race that has won!"
The last bit of sanity in Schlacht's eyes was wiped away.
In its place was absolute indifference and a loathing for all living things.
Countless Undead spirits transformed from demons flew out from the rift!
They suddenly launched a total assault on the Imperial Capital!
At the same time!
The Undead spirits led out by Schlacht also howled as they charged toward Serie!
"Undead... spirits... Schlacht..."
Stark's face was pale, and he was mumbling to himself—perhaps due to excessive blood loss or some other reason.
"We're withdrawing."
Her mana, as vast as the sea, had been nearly exhausted.
Serie looked at the apocalyptic scene before her and shook her head gently.
She took Stark and flew toward the direction of the Imperial Capital.
"Fight!"
"Hurry, fire the arrows!"
"Is firing arrows even useful against these monsters!"
"Damn it!"
"Where are the steel giants? Are the magic-conductive weapons effective!"
"They are!"
"We can kill them!"
The trembling barrier, the lightning carrying the aura of destruction, the dark clouds blotting out the sky, the endless army of the Undead...
The human soldiers fought with all their might.
But their attacks had no effect whatsoever on these ghostly things!
Only the Magic Special Forces could cause irreversible damage to the Undead!
But!
Even so!
What role could a mere few hundred Magic Special Forces play in a war of hundreds of thousands?
The world is ending...
Despair spread throughout the Imperial Capital.
This despair exceptionally stimulated the monsters that had been completely transformed into Undead.
The Undead offensive became increasingly fierce!
Along with the crisp sound of glass shattering!
At the moment the barrier broke!
Before reinforcements could arrive!
The defense of the Imperial Capital had failed...
"Ah!"
"Run!"
"We can't get away!"
"Fight them to the death!"
Screams erupted within the crowd!
Denken looked at the crowd behind him being continuously swept away by the darkness.
He couldn't bear it in his heart.
Yet, he still flew toward the palace, dragging the mangled arm he had suffered during the final battle at the city wall.
The palace was the most heavily defended place in the entire capital!
There... there was still a glimmer of hope!
Looking down at the ground from the sky!
Even in the dead of night!
Under the illumination of the rising war fires, one could clearly see—this was a massive rout for the humans!
"Your Majesty!"
"Run!"
"Schlacht and the fellows he's leading have gone mad!"
Qual personally witnessed the scenes that had just unfolded.
After stepping in to kill several Undead that attacked them.
Qual returned to Flenna's side.
He recounted the images he had just seen in full detail.
"Schlacht..."
"Has he been eroded by some kind of power?"
Flenna frowned.
She gazed toward the direction of the Imperial Capital with worry.
Yulian had naturally reminded Flenna to be wary of Schlacht.
But.
How was Yulian supposed to face the situation before them now...
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