Among the dark ruins, a figure on the verge of being broken fell into the corner of the rocks.

The Shadow King's plan was very successful. Using himself as bait, he borrowed the power of the devil to detonate the plague of decay. Even the first one, the Glory One, was torn apart and severely injured under such terrifying power.

If the fourth seat hadn't arrived, the killing array designed by the Shadow King might have really been able to eliminate this enemy and trap him to death in this dark and hopeless place.

Unfortunately variables are everywhere.

"Ha ha……"

Shadow King's breathing became more and more rapid, as if he was suffocating. Every breath was accompanied by severe pain, which made him unbearable.

Even if he had made preparations in advance, facing the extraordinary disaster of this explosion and facing the torrent of decay, all the Shadow King's defenses collapsed.

Along with breathing, the plague of decay invaded his lungs. Even with etherification, his organs were irreversibly failing, his skin ulcerated, and pus continued to seep out. Pain and despair continued to haunt the Shadow King's body.

Consciousness plunged him into a deep sense of powerlessness.

The Shadow King cannot control his body, and every cell is screaming at him, wanting to release the anger and sadness in his heart.

Under the corrosion of the poison, a corner of the helmet was melted through, and another layer of silver-white mask beneath it had already been blended with flesh and blood and embedded in the skull.

In this moment of despair, Shadow King suddenly had an inexplicable emotion that made him cry and laugh at the same time.

In the end, the Shadow King still fell in this dark place. He failed to wash away the shame of the royal family and failed to avenge those evil people. After paying so much, he still couldn't do anything, just like he did when he was a child.

General.

But on the other hand, he felt a little ridiculous. Leviathan's promise was still echoing in his ears. He swore to himself that he would get Xilin's body back, but now it seemed that everything was impossible.

The devil is not omnipotent, which makes the Shadow King have a little more hope for this world. Maybe there will be a latecomer who can win this crazy game that lasts for an unknown amount of time.

As for now, the Shadow King is quietly waiting for death to come, resenting himself in the remaining time.

I still failed.

When he thought of this, he became as sad as a child.

Everything seems to have lost its meaning, and even death is no longer the most important issue. He just wants to escape from this bitter life and get rid of these painful constraints.

As his breathing gradually weakened, the plague of decay first consumed all the ether in the Shadow King's body, losing the support of etherification. His mortal flesh and blood were eroded and destroyed, and his important organs turned into a ball of filthy blood clots, and the organs failed one by one.

.

It was as if time was accelerating on the Shadow King's body, and he was aging rapidly, like a weathered mummy.

The Shadow King has reached the end of his life and cannot take another step forward.

In the lake in front of him, he seemed to see a dark void, where there was no light, no hope, only eternal silence.

Death has not yet arrived, and Shadow King's mood is getting lower and lower, becoming more and more desperate.

Those cursed words lingered in the Shadow King's mind, and he blamed himself like an ascetic, why so many people died because of him, why even their souls were sacrificed, and why he suffered for so long...

Why...

Why...

Why did I still fail?

Have you not done enough?

Under self-criticism and doubt, the only consolation for the Shadow King is that he did not give up resistance until his death. Knowing that there was no chance of winning, he still severely damaged the first position. Under the devil's toy, he formed the King's Shield Guard and continued.

Fight.

The Shadow King felt that he had done everything a mortal could do.

It's time to rest.

The Shadow King didn't know how long he would have to endure it. He just wanted to end this long and painful torture as soon as possible. Despair lingered in his mind and seemed to have become his only companion.

It was as if an invisible whip had been waved, creating bloodstains on the mind. When it was about to break, the radiance of the ether lit up in the darkness of nothingness.

In an instant, scarlet stars flashed, and countless ethers exploded at this moment, forming a huge cross sword light, as if to break through the entire darkness.

In the dazzling light, a soulless figure walked out of the cross sword light and strode to the Shadow King.

The Shadow King had thought about what he would see when he died. It might be the legendary God of Death or the devil, but he never thought it would be such a guy.

He looked like he had gone through a long ordeal. His young face had a sense of vicissitudes that had been molded by the wind, and his eyes were empty and without any focus.

The hilt of the sword was densely covered with thorns, which pierced his palm, and blood gathered together and dripped down.

The Shadow King remembers this sword, the Bloodshift Sword, Jamon's sword.

Looking behind him again, the pure sword blade in his memory was covered in pitch-black voodoo, and the surface of the blade was covered with many corrosion pits.

Shadow King remembers his name.

"Gray?"

His voice was hoarse and his throat seemed to be stuck together.

Gray, Mammon's debtor and his messenger, when he was about to die, his appearance undoubtedly explained many things.

His head moved with difficulty, and he whispered, "Let's go quickly, Gray. Go back and tell Mammon that I have nothing of value to give."

"I am not here on the orders of Mammon."

Gray said as he pulled out his old friend's secret sword. Filthy toxins covered the surface of the blade, which turned a strange brown color.

"Oh? Then what do you want from me?" Shadow King tried to laugh, "You'd better hurry up, I don't have much time."

Gray said bluntly, "I want to kill you."

Gray suddenly put away his sword, leaned against the broken stone pillar, and sat down face to face with the Shadow King.

"You may not believe it. Not long ago, I was a new member of the King's Secret Sword. Following my trusted captains, I came to this damn city to conduct my first operation."

"Are you a member of Jamon's team?" Shadow King understood this complicated network of relationships. "I guess Jamon betrayed you and killed your friends...and now you are here to take revenge on me."

This is not difficult to guess. From the first time he met Gray and listened to him tell the origin of the two secret swords, the Shadow King had a hunch in his heart.

Gray nodded lightly. He raised the Silent Sword and tried to wipe off the poison on it. However, the moment his palm came into contact, there was an unbearable burning sensation.

"I killed Jamon with my own hands, but I didn't feel satisfied after killing him."

Gray said, "An inexplicable nothingness grabbed me. I knew that I needed stronger anger to support me going forward... Therefore, since then, I have been eager to kill you and destroy you. This

The source of my tragedy."

The Shadow King said, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"I'm a little confused."

Gray shook his head, hating the Shadow King, but he didn't seem to have much interest in killing the Shadow King. "The hatred is layered on top of each other. I don't understand the so-called justice and evil, let alone what I should do.

I realized that perhaps blind revenge would not satisfy me."

"Then what do you want from me?" Shadow King asked.

"I want to know why you did this," Gray asked, "why you betrayed the King's Secret Sword, why you formed the King's Shield Guard, and why you did these things.

In my eyes, you, the King's Shield Guards, are complete traitors, but in your own eyes, you are absolutely loyal heirs."

The Shadow King fell silent.

"Are you going to take that secret to your grave?" Gray's voice became louder. "Since you hate the King's Secret Sword so much and think you are loyal, why don't you tell me this?"

Gray kept cursing, "Why? Why are we divided? Why are we who should be united fighting each other? Why!"

There are already too many whys today.

"I want to know why all this happened, I want to know the truth of this tragedy!"

The accumulated emotions were vented today, and Gray felt inexplicably relaxed.

Like the Shadow King, Gray also lived in a long period of pain. Jarmon's betrayal destroyed everything he believed in, and Mirasa's death almost broke his heart.

Since that rainy night, Gray has embarked on a wrong path of destiny, and his world has been completely destroyed.

Now, Gray no longer desires peace, he just wants to know why.

Why did he become like this? Why did his life become so absurd?

Gray's voice even sounded a bit pleading.

"What if you can convince me?"

This is a secret that the Shadow King has kept for his whole life. He vowed to wash away this shame to prevent others from knowing it. But at this moment, he seemed really tired, and as if he had been touched by Gray. The Shadow King realized that even at this moment

It doesn't matter if you say it. Anyway, from today onwards, Kogardel's bloodline will be completely cut off, and all of this will become empty words and meaningless.

"It's a long but short story."

The Shadow King seemed to have a desire to survive, and he tried to stay awake.

"A long time ago, there was a soldier. After years of fighting, he was promoted to a non-commissioned officer. Then he had his own soldiers. In the end, he became a general, and even won a kingdom and crowned himself.

From a soldier to a king, he bears so much honor, but under the honor, his desires are also increasing day by day. The king does not want death to take away his life and separate him from his kingdom.

He wants to always wear the crown and rule the eternal kingdom.

With strong desire, one day, a devil came to him, and she promised the king that she would give him the power of eternal life, and the price would be his heirs."

When talking about this, nameless anger burst out of the Shadow King's body, and he swore a curse.

"The king in the story is the first king of the Kogadel Empire, the first king."

The bloody truth made Gray's mind go blank.

"The first king received a gift. This gift allows his soul to be passed on among his bloodline heirs. In other words, he is not only the first king. Under the body of every king, the original

The soul has long been annihilated and sacrificed to the devil. The one who dominates the crown is the soul of the first king.

All successive kings were the first kings, and he was the king of kings."
To be continued...