Zongman: A journey through time starting from the Supreme

However, the king did not dare let anyone know about this love, because it would be blasphemy against God.

The king clenched the dagger in his hand, his expression becoming more painful.

Chapter 14: Godkiller

The King of the Salt Kingdom clenched the dagger in his hand and lowered his head to prevent the demon from seeing the pain in his eyes.

However, the king did not know that even if Heulia was weak among the demons, she was still a demon. How could she not notice the abnormal movements of a human with little power?

However, the Salt Demon at this time did not feel any anger. Instead, he felt a sense of relief.

Doesn't Heulia know that such concessions will only make the other demons more greedy and cause her people to lose everything?

She knew, of course she knew.

The Salt Demon is weak, but that doesn't mean she is not smart enough.

There is just no way. In the cruel war, in this world, strength is the most fundamental thing.

She also wants to fight against other demons and lead her people in the fight.

But when Heulia looked around, she was surprised to find that she didn't even have a sharp blade to wield.

Not to mention resisting the invaders, she couldn't even protect her people.

So Heulia gave in and tolerated again and again.

Because the demon god knew that if he resisted, the entire country would be in disaster. Facing the massacre by other demon gods and their followers, the people of the Salt Kingdom would have no chance of survival.

Although the land is lost now, at least the people are still there, at least the subjects have not died.

This was Heulia's last kindness to her subjects. It was her dedication to her subjects after she gave up her dignity and self-esteem.

However, her people did not understand her and instead accused her of being cowardly and incompetent.

Heulia knew how her people cursed her in private, but Heulia had no choice but to endure the sadness and swallow the pain.

If we were to ask who in this country could best understand Heulia, it would probably be the king who possesses the greatest power besides the demons.

Heulia has ruled this country for who knows how many years. From the king's father to his grandfather, they have all been ruled by the Demon God of Salt.

Once upon a time, their country was so rich that it was not inferior even to Guiliji.

But the coming of war turned all this into a fleeting illusion, and the former wealth turned into only suspicion and envy passed down by word of mouth.

The king knew that he was about to commit high treason.

But it didn't matter, because he had committed the heinous crime long ago.

Because he fell in love with this demon, fell in love with this beautiful, kind and gentle demon.

The king tried his best to get in touch with her and understand her, but it was this excessive closeness to the devil that made him realize the pain in the heart of the god he was supposed to believe in.

However, no matter how implicitly he expressed his love, the demon still did not respond.

From this the king understood that the devil loved him, but the devil also loved everyone. Her love for mankind was universal love, not a private love.

After realizing this, the king felt sad, relieved, and even surprised.

At least the God he loved was so holy and pure, and at least she had never given her most precious love to anyone else.

After knowing this, the king jumped for joy like a child.

"Lady Heulia, could you please come a little closer?"

The king lowered his head and said in pain with tears in his eyes.

The Demon War will not end for the time being. Even if the Demon War ends, Lady Heulia will be brutally killed. This is an inevitable result.

Heulia hesitated for only a moment, then she slowly stood up from the throne and walked slowly to the king.

Heulia knew what the king wanted to do and what he was about to do, but she did not resist.

The Demon of Salt sometimes thought that perhaps this was the best ending for her. If her death could save her subjects who believed in her, then her death would be valuable.

"Lord Heulia, I hate this country and all the people I rule!"

The king lowered his head. He did not dare to look at the beautiful goddess, for fear that his eyes filled with anger and madness would desecrate her.

"Why do you hate them?"

Heulia said sadly.

"Because it is them who are about to kill you, my lord!"

The king said with emotion, "...I know, I understand that more than half of the people in this country no longer believe in you, and even resent you."

"...They are eager to leave this country and seek refuge with other demon gods."

"They are traitors and deserve to be put to death, but their actions are undoubtedly saving you."

The king showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said sadly: "...and the remaining small group of people still believe in you and firmly believe in you."

"...But precisely because they still believe in you, you will have no choice. If the demons attack, you will have to face them directly to protect them and face your own destruction."

"How sad, how ridiculous, the betrayers who don't believe in you are actually saving you. If everyone abandons you, you will not be bound by those people, you can be free and choose another path."

"...If you are willing to surrender to a demon god, I believe those demon gods will accept you."

"But now, there are still people who believe in you and still love this country, but their existence is pushing you into the fire pit."

"...What's even more tragic is that I was one of the people who pushed you into the fire pit. I loved you deeply, and I believed in you deeply, but this belief would only bring you destruction."

The king was in great pain, in the past he had only 767 expressed his emotions implicitly, but at this moment he was fearless and wanted to express his feelings openly.

He clenched the dagger in his arms again, and said fiercely with a fierce look in his eyes: "...In this case, let me help you get rid of it!"

"...Let me help you break free from this bound fate, grant you freedom, and return to you everything you once gave us!"

"Let those traitors turn to the demons they think can protect them, and let those of us who still firmly believe in you be buried together in this palace!"

The king took out the dagger from his arms, his face full of joy.

Although his God did not give him the love of a private affair, he was so excited that he wanted to scream and shout at the thought of being buried with God.

Heulia looked dazed. She looked at the king's dagger stabbing towards her chest without dodging at all.

Didn't the king know that even a weak demon like her couldn't be killed by a human? Even if she was stabbed by the dagger, her life would not be in danger.

However, since no one needs her anymore, should she also give up her life here?

Just when Heulia was at a loss, a playful voice came from the empty hall: "... I just arrived here and saw such a scene of rebellion. It's really interesting."

Chapter 15: The Demon's Weaknesses and Flaws

"who is it?"

Both the Salt Demon Heulia and the King of the Salt Kingdom were shocked.

It is estimated that there could be no one else except the Demon God who could come to this palace where the Demon God lives silently.

Under the gaze of the Salt Demon, the space twisted and a figure appeared in front of the two people as if crossing the waves.

He was wearing a pitch-black robe with gold embroidery on the edge, and his face was handsome yet evil.

The man was holding an antique lantern in his hand, which was glowing with a faint and elegant light like a soybean.

After seeing the light in the lantern, even as a demon god, Heulia felt dizzy. She felt countless lights flashing in her mind and endless whispers circling in her ears.

"Well……"

Heulia groaned, her sanity gradually dissipating under the light. A mad will was occupying her mind, as if it would take over her soul and manipulate it at any time.

Even the devil is like this, let alone a mortal king.

The king was furious at this moment. Illuminated by the light, the madness and desire in his heart reached the strongest point. All rationality was abandoned by him. He was like a wild beast with its mouth open and drooling.

Then the king roared like a madman, raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed at Xixiang.

"stop!"

The Salt Demon cried out in grief and tried to stop it, but her words could no longer affect the king who had lost his mind.

Just as the king's dagger was about to pierce Saigo, his body froze in place.

All the blood flow and all the complex biological activities of the human body collapsed at this moment, order turned into chaos, and his cells even began to rebel.

In an instant, the king's skin turned into a pitch-black tumor, and the blood and muscles in his body began to separate. The tumor opened its eyes and started spinning around. His eyes were full of bloodshot, looking eerie and terrifying.

In the end, the king turned into a tumorous monster amidst the wailing.

With a soft "bang", the king exploded into a pool of blood, polluting the holy temple of the gods.

Those cells that proliferate infinitely are actually malignant tumors of cancer. After losing order, the chaos of cells is the birth of cancer. Eventually these cancer cells will completely kill the king.

As the demon in charge of chaos, Saigo can turn everything in order into disorder and cause all sophisticated systems to collapse.

In fact, the more sophisticated something is, the more difficult it is to resist chaos. Only single-celled organisms have a stronger ability to resist chaos.

"You killed him..."

Heulia said sadly as she looked at the Demon King who had died in an extremely miserable manner.

The king was also her subject. Although the king was extremely treacherous, Heulia was even more sad to see the subjects she protected die tragically in front of her while she was powerless to do anything.

"He wanted to kill you and me, so I killed him..."

"...Salt Demon Heulia, I know you have made up your mind and want to commit suicide by the hand of this human."

"But you must know that the death of the demon god will also bring disaster to the earth. Even if you are weak, it is not something that humans can resist."

"...When you die, he will also die for sure. I just let him face death one step ahead of time."

"Besides, when you die, there is no telling how many humans will be implicated and die. Since you love them, I have saved your subjects now, so you should be grateful to me."

Saigo waved his hand, and the dirt on the ground was burned by the flames.

He took two steps forward and looked down at the Salt Demon.

The Salt Demon had beautiful white hair like fine salt. She was sitting on the ground in a white gauze-like robe, revealing her delicate jade feet and a section of white calves.

Her eyes seemed fierce but were actually gentle, she had a straight and delicate nose, and a pair of small cherry lips slightly opened, breathing with difficulty.

The demon god's face was filled with sadness at this time, and he looked weak and pitiful, with strange patterns on his skin that looked like salt and fish scales, adding a bit of weird beauty to his appearance.

After a brief period of rapid breathing, Heulia finally broke free from the pressure brought to her by Saigo.

She pursed her red lips and whispered, "...Who are you? I have never seen you, the devil."

"I am Zarathustra, the demon god of entropy!"

Saigo waved the lantern in his hand, looked at Heulia with a haughty look, and answered her questions.

"You are... a friend of Morax?"

Heulia's expression was moved, although she had never seen Saigo, she was not completely ignorant of the outside world, and she had heard of the name of this demon god in the past few months.

Morax is the strongest among the demons in the Liyue region and has always been envied by her. A friend who can be called upon by that demon to help must also be a powerful demon.

Now that Heulia has met Saigo, the Demon of Salt must admit that this demon is extremely terrifying, and his cruelty and brutality are completely different from other demons.

Heulia had seen many demons, but there had never been one that brought her such heavy fear and terror as soon as she met it.

She knew that if the demon wanted to, she could easily kill him.

"Are you here to seize my country's land? But I have no land left, and my subjects have no wealth left."

"...I can't give you anything anymore. If you want, please kill me. I won't resist at all."

"I just ask you not to harm my people and give them a chance to live."

Heulia had a sad look on her face, and tears of sorrow were brewing in her beautiful eyes, as white as salt wells.

She begged Saigo to kill her, praying that her life would be exchanged for the survival of all her people.

"¨"Your words are a little funny, Heulia...Even if you resist, I can still kill you easily."

"...Besides, there are still some people in this country who believe in you. It is impossible for these people to survive."

Saigo strolled past the collapsed Heulia. He casually sat on Heulia's former throne, gazing calmly at the Salt Demon.

Heulia's eyes lit up at this moment, and she quickly said: "...There are many people in this country who no longer believe in me. I only ask that you forgive them."

Saigo looked thoughtful, "...So this is what you planned. You want your subjects to hate you and abandon their faith in you."