Chapter 219: Pain

The hero passed away, taking the lives of the three strongest demon kings with him before dying.

To ordinary people, they lost a hero who saved the world.

But for the saintess, she lost not only a hero but also her lifelong love.

The scene of the saintess crying in the hero’s arms touched the softest parts of everyone’s hearts; this moment would likely become an indelible pain in the hearts of the empire’s people.

They clenched their fists tightly, tears of unwillingness streaming down their faces, mourning the hero’s passing.

“The strong humans have come; should we capture them all?”

A demon king approached Sexus, who was staring blankly at Michelle crying over Leo, his eyes betraying his emotions.

He frowned slightly, “You aren’t feeling sympathy for them, are you?”

The fluctuations in Sexus’ eyes disappeared, his pitch-black gaze becoming as calm as a bottomless pool, devoid of any ripples.

In the next moment, a strong, deep-seated hatred emerged from his eyes, transforming his previously expressionless face into a terrifying snarl, revealing a beast-like crimson gaze.

“Sympathy? I have long discarded the boring emotions of humanity; this useless shell is left with nothing but hatred, reduced to a puppet driven by vengeance. My only purpose in living is revenge! Only their blood can completely wash away this hatred!”

Sexus gritted his teeth, the deep-seated hatred bursting forth from between his teeth, accompanied by a violent killing intent that was fiercely released, the scent of blood permeating the surroundings, staining the dark, broken world red. The once peaceful world stirred again, and even the heavens and earth could feel the overwhelming hatred rolling like a sea within him.

Seeing this, Vernia’s expression changed drastically, and she immediately shouted to a group of strong individuals, “What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and bring Michelle back!”

The human strongmen snapped out of their grief and surrounded Michelle, protecting her while remaining vigilant against Sexus and the others.

They wanted to comfort Michelle, who was immersed in sorrow, but struggled to find the right words.

“Let’s go back; this isn’t the time for sadness. We need to take him back and bury him properly. This grudge must be avenged!”

Yuris’ eyes revealed a hint of hatred, and the sword in his arms trembled with his emotions.

Michelle cried like rain, overwhelmed with sadness, her tears continuing to flow uncontrollably as she carried Leo’s body on her back, swaying as she walked on the ground.

Sexus turned to leave, leaving only his silhouette behind. After a moment, his voice came, “These people are not worth worrying about; you can handle them. If you want to go, then go.”

His figure disappeared, and the demon king no longer paid him any mind, her gaze sweeping over the human strongmen before saying to the others, “Let’s go deal with them.”

Some left with Sexus, disdainful of bullying the weak, while others prepared to watch the show; only two followed the demon king.

But even with just three people, the human strongmen found it hard to withstand. As they watched the approaching figures, every human strongman turned pale.

“Protect the saintess!”

Every person who came was prepared to face death; even if the chances of survival were slim, they wanted to leave hope for the saintess.

At that moment, the elderly Archbishop Vilin stepped forward, “Leave this to me for now; you all take the saintess and leave.”

“Archbishop!” The church’s strongmen couldn’t bear it.

Vilin waved his hand, “Let this old man play his last role. I may not be as powerful as Leo, but I can hold them off for a while. During this time, you all should take the saintess and leave as quickly as possible.”

“We will definitely bring the saintess back alive.” This group of people made a firm resolution, protecting Michelle as they left.

“I will also come to cover you!”

Yuris came to Vilin’s side with his sword, facing enemies a hundred times stronger than himself without a hint of fear.

“You young man’s courage is commendable, but you are still too inexperienced. Let your master Leo come; that would be more acceptable.”

Vilin’s aged, kind face smiled gently, not with mockery, but out of a desire to prevent Yuris, a promising new generation sword saint, from meeting an untimely end.

Yuris’ expression turned somewhat dejected, “I should no longer be considered his disciple.”

“Compared to you, that guy Leo is far behind. A sword saint in peacetime is ultimately not as strong as a sword saint during the demon king era; this is true in any age. My previous generation sword saint, who was also the companion of the last hero, even now, I can feel the huge gap between us; that is a power of a different class. One day, you will also reach that class.”

“The future is uncertain, but for now, I can offer you a helping hand.”

“Very well, let you accompany me on my last journey. That guy Leo is blind to your talents; if you are willing, let this old man be your last master. Watch closely.”

As soon as Vilin finished speaking, his body floated forward lightly, and just as Yuris was about to catch up, a pure white light enveloped him, trapping him within.

“This is the swordsmanship I created with my life’s effort; watch closely.”

Brilliant light burst forth, and the ultimate sword energy filled the surroundings, tearing the entire space apart.

Yuris stared intently ahead; in the final moment, everything he saw turned to nothingness, and in the next instant, he appeared outside the demon abyss, clenching his fists with a face full of unwillingness.

“If anger and unwillingness can become the nourishment for your growth, then my teaching you was not in vain. Live well, and then use your strength to save the world; the world belongs to you young people.”

Vilin looked at the disappearing Yuris, no longer having any attachments, and fought with all his might.

The group moved swiftly, traversing the broken land, when suddenly a massive aura surged from behind, rolling black smoke burying everything.

“Saintess, you go first.”

The strongmen present immediately made a decision, allowing Michelle to leave first; even if everyone else perished, as long as Michelle was alive, that would be their victory.

Looking at the approaching three demon king-class strongmen, Michelle’s gaze was resolute, “We cannot lose any more strongmen; if we are to leave, we must leave together.”

Her heart felt like dead ashes, unwilling for other strongmen to sacrifice their lives for her; perhaps dying like this wouldn’t be so bad.

The holy staff appeared in her hand, blessed by heaven and earth, its power far exceeding that of a holy artifact, greatly enhancing her magical power.

A pure white magic circle appeared on the ground, and the human strongmen within the circle could clearly sense their internal power continuously rising.

At their class, the enhancement of power was extremely difficult, yet now they seemed to have broken through a class; it could only be said that it was the ability of the chosen saintess.

Excluding Michelle, there were a total of six SSS-class strongmen who came this time; aside from the initially left-behind Vilin, there were still five with their strength intact. Coupled with Michelle’s support, facing only three demon king-class enemies pursuing them, it seemed they still had a fighting chance.

Just as they were thinking this, the three demon king-class enemies had already arrived.

Sensing the unfathomable terrifying power, just the leaked aura made the human strongmen feel a surge of helplessness in their hearts.

They cast aside their underestimating thoughts, treating it as a grave threat; it was hard to imagine how Leo faced such powerful enemies.

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