The Little Devil of Sakaz

The Blood Demon King, the Scavenger King, the Shapeshifter, Therese, the Doctor, Kelsey, and...

Theresa.

She is such a person.

'Wom, don't be afraid... Although Bozhuokasti is stubborn and has a stubborn temper, he will not quarrel with others casually. '

Theresia didn't have the confidence to say this. After all, the last time she saw Bodrókasti was when he left Kazdaele in 200.

Over the years, people will always change.What if the Wendigo becomes grumpy and starts fighting at the slightest disagreement?He also has a stubborn temper, and is afraid that one side will bleed before the fight can be stopped.

"Teresia..."

Worm left Alina, who was going to class, so he walked around the camp alone.

While walking and thinking, Worm thought of his mother.

That same "stubborn" person.

Theresia's ideal Worm didn't understand it before, and no one would explain it too much to him.They just said that if Theresia's ideals were realized, true peace would be possible in Sarkaz.

Theresa died, and her ideals did not fall on Worm.He got nothing from his mother.

Worm initially just wanted to know why this happened, so he wanted to find someone to find the answer.

What Warfarin said to him later made sense, so he wanted to see Sakaz's living conditions in various countries to understand Theresia's ideals.

And now, he has gathered around him many Sakaz from different places, as well as friends from other races.Along the way here, the long journey and the things he encountered made Wurm constantly think about it.

Worm kept thinking.

He has been thinking that everyone is willing to follow him to travel thousands of miles, working tirelessly and without complaining...and where will he take everyone before it ends?Where can I go to rest?

He figured out how to face the Wendigo.

No need for link assistance, no need for emotional interference, just use your own "ideals" to argue with him.Even if this ideal is not inherited, even if it has changed in him, he will still try.

He thought about what question he wanted to ask.

He looked at the ancient shadow pressing over him, and then asked.

"Bodro Kasti. How far do I have to go to find a home for Sakaz?"

85. He is the devil!

He is the devil.

Bodrokas had already thought of it.

Only the Demon King can induce these Sakaz to follow.

That crown can enslave Sakaz as easily as a horned beast drinks water and chews leaves.

What does he want to do?

Ah, Wendigo, Wendigo... is he going to drag Wendigo back into the abyss?

How do I face the devil?

How can I criticize the devil myself?

How to resist the devil.

Bodrokas tightened his grip on the heavy weapon in his hand, and then stepped forward.

He will survey the Demon King's ranks.

He will face the devil's blade.

He will cut this destiny into pieces.

"..."

When the team arrived, the giant Wendigo saw the murderous Demon King's guards at a glance.

That arrogant blood demon, that rotten scavenger.

"Bodro Kasti. How far do I have to go to find a home for Sakaz?"

he saw...

a child?

Yes, a child, a child not even a fraction of his age.

No devil, no fate, no nightmare.

What he saw was just a joke, a game.

A child without a crown, with a group of servants who play the devil's game with him.

They loudly praised him as the devil, and he accepted it without any scruples.

He wanted to laugh, but he felt sad and angry.

He hates the devil, he resists the devil, but he does not allow the name of the devil to be played with.

What is he asking about?

He thought this game was fun?Did he think that all the Sakaz were willing to play house with him?

Ah……

He didn't hear the other person's question clearly and didn't care about it.

The ancient blood of the Wendigo urged him, and the spirits of his ancestors complained in his ears.

"Face me, devil."

The heavy halberd was swung out, rolling up a large wave of snow and dust, like a storm or a tsunami, heading straight towards the child.

If he is the Demon King, then take his blow.

If you can't pick it up, then you don't deserve to talk to him.

"..."

Worm didn't know what the Wendigo was thinking. He didn't sense the opponent's emotions, but this inexplicable attack was filled with anger.

"..."

Sure enough, is it still because I don’t have the crown?

Worm did not sit still, but the bone nails could not withstand the Wendigo's full blow. He might need a stronger weapon.

But the Wendigo's attack came too fast, and Worm had no extra time to cast spells to shape new weapons, so he could only use enchanted bone nails to catch the shocking blow.

"boom--!"

A figure flew backwards from the snow dust, and then hit another puff of smoke.

"Warm!"

The little devil could clearly see that Worm's bone nail was smashed by the heavy halberd, and then hit in the front of the chest.

She wanted to get closer, and everyone wanted to get closer.

The soldiers drew their swords and the civilians were angry.

"Demon King? You call yourself the Demon King?!"

Wendigo walked forward slowly, picked up the heavy halberd that fell on the ground, and then looked at the center where the dust dispersed.

"You have no understanding of the Demon King. You have no sense of responsibility. Your description of Sakaz is limited to other people's descriptions."

What does he know at this age?But others told him that he was the devil, so he became the devil.

He understands nothing and knows nothing, so he speaks innocent words.

"You know nothing about Sakaz's suffering."

Sakaz's history is full of thorns and sufferings. How far can he go?From Kazdaele to Ursus, how much oppression has he seen?

Those people surrounded him in the center, singing the praises of beauty, making him think that the world was beautiful.

Has he ever seen real "suffering"?

"Demon King, Demon King, this is just your entertainment!"

The Wendigo's voice was like thunder vibrating, and the words he spoke were meaningless.

"Hey..."

White gravel was scattered on the snow, and the red heat dripped on the chest, smearing the cracks dazzlingly.

"No, I know."

The Wendigo's full blow shattered the Stonewing Demon's armor and sternum together.

Pain spread along the cracks in the gravel.

The fury of the wendigo rushed into Worm's veins.

He realized something.

The Wendigo is not angry because he lacks a crown.

He just thought that what he was doing was just having fun.

The crown is a symbol, a symbol of power and a symbol of responsibility.Who would believe that the Demon King without a crown could understand this responsibility?

"I know, the Demon King's responsibility..."

Worm felt a surge of emotion coursing through his blood.

Angry, angry!

Yes, he can be angry too.

The other person thinks he is just messing around, so why can't he be angry about it?

Hundreds of years have passed since the Wendigo left Kazdaele. How much does he know about Kazdaele today?How much does he know about Sakaz today?How much does he know about himself?

Can he deny himself and everyone's efforts based solely on his impression?

Yes, he should be angry.

"Even without that crown, there are still people, there are still Sakaz, there are still compatriots who recognize me as the king. Demon King... Demon King... Can't I become a king without a crown?!"

He has no crown, but his countrymen still follow him.

When they called him His Majesty the Demon King, they only had joyful emotions in their hearts. They were not afraid because of their identity. They simply liked to call him that, and they just wanted to follow him in their hearts.

Just because I still have hope that I can give it to them, so that they can still taste some sweetness in this land full of suffering.

"They chose me. I will lead them to live and go on...until our Kazdale is rebuilt, until Sakaz's home is rebuilt."

He figured that out.

Even if the Wendigo didn't answer him, even if no one answered him, he figured it out.

"Finding...all of them, Sakaz. All of them, compatriots, a home that can be recognized, where they can stop, and where they can live. This is...my responsibility!"

He wants to take Sakaz who are willing to follow him to build their own Kazdael, to build their own... Hallownest.

blood……

anger……

That emotion continues to grow and materialize.

Anger materialized in the blood, turning into violent flames.

Worm's image is changing rapidly.

Fire replaced the blood, and flesh and blood melted into it.

Balrog!

"The Balrog..."

Worm's appearance is no longer friendly. At this moment, he is like a furnace, turning all Sakaz's emotions into fire and then burning them.

"I don't need your answer anymore. Bodrocaste."

The Balrog stepped forward, and when Sakaz wanted to touch him, the fire swirled through their fingertips like a breeze, leaving only the warmth.