As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"They all said you were dead, and I punished everyone who said that, because I always thought you were alive, and there was no way those demons could defeat you!"

The man in black armor was silent for a moment, then took off his helmet.

"Yes... I'm still alive."

Then a gray face appeared:

"I have returned from the abyss... Bruno, my friend."

"hahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

After seeing his face, the king's vigilance was swept away and he became ecstatic!

"My God of War is not dead!"

He raised his arms high and shouted into the air:

"—He has returned! The demons have not been able to strike him down, nor have they been able to take his soul! He is the first man ever to return from the abyss!"

"—I knew that even the mightiest demons couldn't defeat you!"

He walked up to Bradley step by step, and said in tears:

"I--"

"Snapped!"

A palm slapped his face mercilessly!

The opponent used a lot of force.

The old king's body was beaten twice, and he fell to the ground with his mouth full of blood.

"Bradley, you...you hit me?"

He touched his mouth and saw red blood stains on his hands, which was unbelievable.

"Snapped!"

Another slap hit his face!

The old kingdom was stunned.

He sat down on the ground, looking at Bradley in front of him, his face full of astonishment.

"The first... is for my granddaughter, Egwene."

Bradley said in a low voice:

"Not only did you fail to take good care of her, but you wanted to defile her."

"As her grandfather... I must teach you a lesson."

"I, I just wanted to play a joke on her!"

The old king was sweating profusely at what he said, and he was extremely ashamed.

Captured by the opponent's aura again, he moved his body back little by little, and argued:

"Why would I feel that way about her..."

"Second time, it's for this country."

Bradley stood up from his chair.

Take a step forward and walk towards him slowly:

"You don't distinguish between loyalty and villainy, you are fatuous and incompetent..."

Having said that, he paused.

Then continued:

"Ignore state affairs, indulge in women every day... even rape innocent girls, play with them, torture and kill them!"

His voice is not high-pitched, but it sounds unusually majestic:

"Are you still a king? You are simply a greedy robber! A dirty and shameless murderer!"

"No one dares to say that about me! Dare say that about a king!"

Old Kingdom Bruno didn't know where to give birth to a force, and desperately got up from the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed to Bradley in anger, and punched the latter in the face!

"..."

Bradley stood there silently.

He didn't dodge the punch and let the opponent hit him.

"Why don't you hide?"

The old kingdom was stunned.

"Since I was a child, I have never defeated you... Even if I become the king, you will not let me once!"

He roared loudly:

"Why? Why don't you keep hitting me now?"

He shook Bradley's body:

"Come on! Let's have another good fight! I'm not too old to fight!"

"No, you are old."

Bradley said calmly:

"We're all getting old."

Hearing his words, Old Kingdom seemed to be discouraged all of a sudden.

Slowly lowering his hands, he suddenly covered his face and burst into tears!

"Let's go... You all left one by one!"

He cried hysterically:

"I've lost you, I've lost my dear Thelma...I've lost everything!"

"—and lose my most beloved son!"

Tears flowed down the old king's face, heartbroken:

"After Thelma died, those women with ulterior motives wanted to take her place and replace her! How could I let them succeed!"

"I killed them, I killed them with the most cruel means! No one can replace Thelma's place in my heart! No one can think about it!"

"And those ministers...every one of them laughed at me! Laughed at my incompetence! Laughed at me for not being able to protect my own woman and son!"

"So I hang them."

A look of resentment appeared on his face:

"I did the right thing, Bradley—I did the right thing!"

"You're wrong, Bruno."

Bradley grabbed the skirt of his shirt and drew the king closer to him:

"You shouldn't let hatred blind you, and then be taken advantage of by evil spirits;"

"You shouldn't have angered those innocent civilians, and then let fear and suspicion rule the entire kingdom!"

After saying this, he slowly let go of his hand.

"Although I have returned from the deep darkness, I can no longer help you, Bruno."

Bradley whispered, taking off his breastplate:

"—I was cursed by the devil, and now I am a sad undead."

In his heart, you can see a shocking hole, where there is no heart:

"I can no longer be your sword and shield, no longer stand openly in the sun, no longer look up at your throne;"

He put the breastplate back slowly:

"The only one you can rely on is yourself... so don't be confused anymore, don't let sadness blind your eyes."

"Be a good king, Bruno."

The will-o'-the-wisps around Bradley slowly dimmed, and the whole room gradually became dark:

"I will always watch you in the dark..."

His voice also gradually lowered:

"If one day you become a tyrant that everyone hates, I will use this sword to take your head off."

In the darkness, a sharp blade suddenly appeared, illuminating the king's face!

Then there was a crisp collision sound, and the king's body shook violently.

"It's him, it's really him...!"

With the darkness restored in front of his eyes, the king seemed to have aged several times in an instant.

He fell down and sat there, his eyes were blank and he said to himself:

"Using the echo in the sheath to shock people's hearts is his move... only one person in the world can use it."

"Bradley, my best friend."

Tears slowly rolled down his wrinkled cheeks:

"You just came back... are you leaving me again?"

In the dark room, came the old king's bewildered and lonely lament.

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"Let's go out."