The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 613: The Ends Everywhere (9.5k)

At this moment, down in the Gate of Knowledge region of the Dynasty, within Baimon's palace, the expression of the Death Minister Holland appeared exceptionally solemn compared to his past looseness.

For no other reason, it was precisely because of Jasmine before him.

Ever since she just touched this Base and began manipulating its power to release Eliog's main body from the Mother Goddess's seal, her condition became increasingly bizarre. Her entire person seemed to be grabbed by that scarlet power and unable to break free. Her originally azure long hair also began to be dyed pitch-black, and countless black lines appeared on her face, making her look exceptionally frightening.

Initially, Holland thought it was because she needed to wholeheartedly control the Base that Jasmine couldn't move. But very quickly he discovered the Base's power was incessantly eroding Jasmine's body, prompting him to involuntarily speak up as a reminder,

"Lord Priest, this Base is..."

"I know. But, if I stop, Demon God Eliog's seal might re..."

Jasmine's slender eyelashes trembled rapidly like butterfly wings. Yet at this moment her small face was deathly pale. Mid-sentence, she was overwhelmed by the chilling sensation within her body again. She hurriedly lowered her head, only then saying,

"I don't know what exactly the situation above is like, and also Teacher Fisher's condition also... therefore, at least we must wait until there's definite news, or they return."

Eimhart flew back and forth anxiously. Seeing Jasmine's fair arms quickly covered with scarlet, he couldn't help but say through gritted teeth,

"That guy Fisher definitely owes you guys. Oh my, this won't do, I'm going out to see what exactly is going on outside! That thousand-cuts deserving Baimon definitely...""..."

Looking at Jasmine, Holland also seemed emotionally touched. But quickly, he turned his head to look outside, as if sensing a certain aura,

"This is..."

"Rumble!"

"What's going on, why did it start shaking like this again? Isn't the fighting above, why does the feeling come from underground?!"

Holland's expression was somewhat blank. Feeling that aura constantly leaking from the ground, his body that had already lost its conclusion also seemingly felt that aura, experiencing a long-absent tremble...

It's Death.

He uncontrollably walked out of the palace, looking up at the magma above. Very quickly, he saw an open "door leaf" in mid-air, as if the breaking of a certain seal had gently awakened the terror suppressed at the bottom of the Dynasty.

"What?! Which animal did this?! Gate of Knowledge, no... not just the Gate of Knowledge, this shaking feeling, could some idiot have opened all ten gates?!!"

Square Eimhart flew out. Looking at the wide-open door leaf above, he became exceptionally panic-stricken, flying back and forth like a headless fly,

"It's all over now. Originall, it was troublesome enough for Fisher to deal with those guys above. Even adding Eliog to the mix, he's probably no match. Now it's even more heavyweight, why was Death also released? Isn't this just adding to the chaos!?"

Only then did Holland regain his senses from that enraptured feeling. Yet his long-calm soul faintly felt a certain opportunity. He turned his head and hurriedly asked,

"Opening the ten gates lets Death out, what does that mean?"

"It means, the authority of Death will awaken again! The last time this thing ran out was right before my eyes, right here in the Ideal State... never mind, you don't understand and don't know either, you weren't even born back then. You just need to know, many, many people will die because of this! Now is not like that time, there are no Demigods here. The remaining Mythic Species are either sleeping or fighting to the death above... Oh my, oh my, we are doomed, doomed."

Eimhart's single eye looked at the open door leaf above, then looked back at Jasmine sitting on the ground inside the palace, her entire body rendered scarlet. After a moment of hesitation, he made up his mind and said to Holland,

"No, it can't be like this, there is still a chance now. I must go up and find the chief culprit who opened the door leaf, then quickly close the door. Otherwise, once the Goddess of Death fully awakens, this place will be completely chaotic!"

"Wait, you?"

Holland raised his brow, looking at the square Eimhart before him about to fly up, and said so.

"Yes, precisely the great Sir Book Artifact me! What about it?"

"..."

Holland was silent for a moment. Subsequently, he also looked towards the sky, shook his head, and said,

"No, I'll go. It should be a bit more convenient for me than you."

"You go?"

Eimhart looked suspiciously at Holland before him. Honestly speaking, he didn't trust the other party very much, especially at this time.

Anyone could tell this guy was seeking death. Now that the authority of Death was fully awakening and about to explode, it was very likely his only chance. Him going at this critical moment carried quite a bit of throwing a meat bun at a dog meaning.

If he went like this, not only would the matter above not be mitigated slightly, Jasmine here would only have him to look after her. That would be troublesome, arguably unable to take care of both sides.

Facing Eimhart's hesitation, Holland hunched his back, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and held it in his mouth. Subsequently, he said softly,

"I will close that door. As for here, Fisher trusts you the most. The Lord Priest of the Dragon Court is left to you."

"... Okay, but you must keep your word."

"Hmm."

Holland gave a helpless smile. Subsequently, he opened his hands, and countless flapping bird corpses shook out from his sleeves. Those birds quickly and tacitly bit onto the clothes on his body, lifting him from the ground and flying towards the direction of the wide-open Gate of Knowledge.

Below, Eimhart watched him go far away, clearly still unable to put his mind at ease. Only unfortunately, he was merely a book and couldn't accomplish anything major. He could only unwillingly fly back into Baimon's palace to look after Jasmine who was wrapped by the Base's power.

Inside the palace, Jasmine tightly shut her eyes, resisting with all her might against that ubiquitous chill. Time appeared viscous in such a difficult process, making Jasmine feel as if a day felt like a year.

It was also at this time, a murmur from an unknown source abruptly reached her ear. Was it a statement from the bottom of her heart? Or was it whispers from an unknown void?

Jasmine lowered her head. Her broad chest continuously heaved with her panting. Very quickly, a thin scarlet mist drifted out from her mouth,

"Outside... what's happening outside... Mr. Eimhart..."

"Uh, outside... well, nothing, you just focus on yourself, it's fine."

"Then where is Teacher Fisher? When... is he coming back?"

"Uh, this, he'll be back very soon."

"How fast is very soon."

"That, should..."

"A thousand years is not enough... five thousand years is not enough... could it be... ten thousand years..."

"Wha-what?"

"But... I'm about to not be able to hold on... I'm truly... going to become..."

"What, Jasmine... Jasmine, what are you talking about? Listen up, Fisher is right above! Calm down, you'll definitely be able to see him!!"

"... Really?"

"Really really, you make absolutely sure to calm down!"

But Jasmine already stopped replying to Eimhart. She merely lowered her head, immediately followed by abruptly saying a sentence Eimhart couldn't understand at all,

"どこ... どこにいるの先生..."

"What what what, Jasmine, what are you saying... You... don't talk nonsense, you're scaring me to death!"

Eimhart grew increasingly anxious, thinking Jasmine was so uncomfortable it became critical, hence becoming incoherent and talking nonsense. He became even more restless, uncontrollably flying back and forth inside the palace.

"Rumble!"

Along with Holland's ascension, that imminent explosive Death also became increasingly startling. Of course, this was perceptually. Because right now that authority hadn't completely broken free and the Goddess of Death hadn't fully awakened yet. So visually, apart from feeling the magma becoming more restless, nothing could be seen.

He very quickly stopped near the illusory door leaf wide open in mid-air. Standing on the protruding rock walls on both sides, he appraised that completely formless door leaf, pondering over how to close it.

Hesitating for a moment, he gently reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out a revolver. Subsequently, with a fierce leap, he entered the space blossoming in mid-air.

"Thump!"

But when he leaped into mid-air, a scepter fully wrapped in bandages abruptly reached out from within. The moment it reached out, that scepter violently burst open the bandages wrapping its body, expanding to form a fork-shaped tip that fiercely locked onto Holland's neck, restraining his body—about to enter the door leaf—in mid-air.

"Urg!"

Holland hurriedly reached out and pinched the handle of that scepter to prevent falling from mid-air. After all, he wasn't that group of Mythical Rank demons or Fisher, and didn't grow wings either. If he fell off, he would have to be slowly dragged up by those little birds again.

And the next moment, from that pitch-black door leaf, a hunched, bandage-covered human shape looking like a withered stick was revealed. He tightly gripped the scepter in his hand, saying in an extremely terrifying voice,

"Who is it... oh, another unlucky bastard... Look at you, simply exactly identical to me. Stripped of death, leaving only the complete emptiness from when death was stripped away... truly pitiful."

After seeing Holland's appearance clearly, Solomon froze slightly and was about to let him go. Then he violently pulled the scepter along with the Holland he controlled back, entering the gloomy space behind the door leaf.

"But it doesn't matter, you know, very soon, very soon liberation for you and me will arrive... Because... because that adult truly pointed out a clear path for us..."

Solomon tossed Holland crashing onto the ground in near delirium. He hurriedly turned to look beside him. Only then did he realize they were currently in a deep place wrapped by dense death aura. From beneath their feet, countless surging chaotic materials connected to the wide-open illusory door leaves in all directions, exactly ten in number.

And along with the opening of those ten doors, that Death originally hidden beneath the chaotic materials also began to grow restless, continuously seeping out a faint blue light from within the chaotic aura.

Immediately after, Holland heard one sound after another, just as if the heart of a certain existence was beating powerfully...

"Thump, thump... thump... thump..."

Yet there were more than one of such heartbeats. Very quickly, another heartbeat with an entirely different rhythm also rang out. Then the third, the fourth...

"Thump, thump... thump... thump..."

"Did you hear it, kid?" Solomon listened attentively, the fiendish grin on his face growing increasingly exaggerated. He turned back to look at Holland and asked, "Do you know what this sound is? Do you know the origin of these sounds?"

Holland froze slightly. That segment of memory once in the West Continent was also awakened bit by bit. He frowned. Lowering his head looking at the heartbeat sounds coming from beneath the chaotic materials, he murmured in disbelief,

"Unconscious God, God of Destiny, Ultimate of All Things... Heya?"

Yes, having once believed in the Death Cult, he was well aware of the legends of this deity.

Legend has it that this goddess has ten thousand hearts, each beating with a rhythm distinctly different from one another. These heartbeats are both the proof of Her existence and the death knell of mortality. And when the heartbeats on Her body converge into unison, She will manifest to bestow death upon all living creatures.

"Yes! Exactly! We are right now directly above the slumbering Heya, which is also the place where the Sea of Chaos sealed Her back then... Kid, just wait. In a little while, the God of Death will awaken, and then the missing parts on our bodies will be bestowed to us anew, allowing us to finally die."

Solomon looked at the Holland behind him with extreme excitement. Subsequently, he hurriedly walked in front of Holland, pressing his shoulders with both hands and continuing,

"I can feel it, you're in just as much pain as I am, right? Outsiders don't understand us, mistakenly thinking losing death means we gained eternal life. In reality, they have absolutely no idea what this signifies..."

"They don't know that our everything was frozen at the moment death was stripped away. Our hearts were also immovably frozen at that moment, unable to accommodate any new things anymore. Then we could only helplessly watch as those remaining things in our hearts perished one by one with time, ultimately leaving nothing..."

Solomon painfully covered his face. The pungent corpse stench emitted from the bandages intertwined on his body instantly brought Holland's memory back to the days of rolling in corpse piles.

He naturally understood what the feeling Solomon described meant.

Being stripped of death looked like a boon, but in reality, it was an uncompromised curse.

Just as Solomon said, their hearts were also immortalized at the moment they were stripped of death, yet they could never accept any changes again.

Every new person Holland met, every existence was no longer an "existence" in his eyes, but a dead object. He could no longer gain feelings from anyone or anything.

Just like an ordinary person going to Schwari and eating a new dessert, that should be a delightful delicacy. But to them, experiencing this brand-new taste was completely empty in taste, and same in their hearts.

Just like a decent gentleman going to Saint-Nazareth and befriending a beautiful lady, that should be an encounter worthy of savoring, an eruption of romance. But to them, such romance was like an already withered flower, and the lady supporting it was a piece of walking rotten meat.

Apart from the feelings they had already experienced and the subjects that made them generate feelings, all other opportunities capable of generating new feelings were stripped away along with their death, "halted" on the day they lost them.

But in this world, shockingly only the two of them were halted, without an ultimate end.

So, when Holland helplessly watched his childhood sweetheart whom he had feelings for being beaten to death by her husband, saw his hometown where he spent his childhood slaughtered and ultimately razed to the ground by cannons and soldiers, all his feelings had already died, no longer capable of generating any new vitality.

So, when Solomon's empire perished in internal strife, when his concubines, his children, and their bloodline were reduced to ashes and smoke in history, his entire heart had already been killed, leaving only this still-moving walking corpse.

Humans acting as ants always fantasize about "eternal and perpetual stasis", yet fail to realize that death is actually "motion that still has an end".

When people conceive abandoning their own motion to gain "eternal life", they simultaneously extravagantly hope that everything they obtain will perpetually grow without stopping alongside motion. Yet, this is always impossible for humans.

Therefore, solving this mismatch between motion and stasis is the true fallacy in this illusion named "eternal life", and also the genuine origin of the two immortals' desire for death at this moment.

"Just wait a little longer, kid. Wait a few more minutes, Goddess Heya will completely awaken, and then, we'll be able to get what we dream of obtaining..."

"..."

At this instant, Holland perhaps also fell into hesitation. Because right now, what Fisher had promised him—which was also his true purpose for coming here—was already placed before him. He only needed to stand in place and wait a few minutes to obtain it...

But the next second, he still sighed, spitting the cigarette in his mouth that had been smoked down to a mere nub to the side. He said to Solomon before him,

"When you died, cigarettes hadn't been invented yet, right, old ghost?"

"Wha..."

The next second, he violently raised the gun barrel and stuffed it into Solomon's mouth. Following an explosive bang, Solomon's head exploded in response, and he collapsed onto the ground.

But Holland didn't hesitate at all. He merely hurriedly turned back and ran before the door leaf he entered, wanting to close it.

"You mongrel!! Is there water in your brain? If you don't want to die don't drag me into it! Don't ruin my good deed!!"

This door leaf was ultimately illusory, and Holland didn't know how to close this thing either. Reaching out to grab it directly went through the door frame and entered the Dynasty. Meanwhile behind him, realizing his intention to close the gate, Solomon was thoroughly infuriated. While roaring furiously, he raised the scepter and charged fiercely, plunging it into the Death Minister's head, viciously pinning him on the chaotic materials.

"You motherf... you motherf..."

Holland just revived, only to be stabbed to death by Solomon again. Just revived, and stabbed to death again. Right as it was about to happen a third time, Holland gritted his teeth and fired a shot right at the boundary of his crotch.

"Ouch!! Fuck!!"

Solomon collapsed clutching his crotch, while Holland stood up and delivered a vicious finishing kick. The pain caused Solomon to aim his forehead straight at his scepter, waiting to restore to original after suicide.

While Holland seized all the time, figuring out how to close these doors while tangling with Solomon.

Lo and behold, he very quickly found a clue.

He discovered that above these illusory door leaves floated some kind of seals flickering with lights of various colors, looking exactly identical to those Demon God seals outside. He pondered for a moment, raised his gun, and shot.

"Crack!"

As one seal was hit and fell, that originally illusory door leaf also instantly solidified, beginning to close automatically without wind.

"Crack crack crack!"

"No!! What did you do?!"

Holland gave him no chance. Subsequently, he fired four shots in succession, consecutively hitting the remaining four seals, slamming shut half the door leaves all at once. Shaking his revolver's cylinder, right as he was about to reload bullets, the ghoul-like Solomon behind him roared and pounced towards him.

Holland instantly could not dodge in time. He was violently stabbed by a single fork and pinned onto the chaotic materials beneath his body. That fork perfectly hit his right chest. The torn muscle instantly made his right hand grasping the revolver loosen, causing the handgun to spin and slide out following inertia.

"Crack crack crack crack!"

As time slowly pushed forward, the chaotic materials beneath them also shattered open bit by bit. The heartbeat sounds around also grew increasingly fierce, as if something was about to burst out of the earth immediately.

"Alright! Since you refuse to die, then go look at Goddess Heya's true body for me! Let Her bestow a blessing upon you, making the undead curse on you last even longer, for generations upon generations, generations upon generations!"

Solomon didn't kill him to let him recover. Instead, he viciously pressed his head onto the chaotic materials below, forcing his eyes to stare dead straight at the gaps in the materials, making him directly face the light radiating from Heya's true body below.

Gazing upon a True God precisely carried what kind of consequences?

The previous Death Minister also asked that old-and-not-dying Fate Lord this exact question. Because she stopped him from observing the "Mother Goddess True Form" and "Scarlet God" in the Spirit World.

"At most isn't it just death? Am I still afraid of death?"

"No, directly looking at Them probably won't result in death. It's just that existences below Demigod looking directly at Deities will suffer a curse. The lower the rank, the more severe the curse, and vice versa."

"Curse? What kind of curse?"

"A curse making you feel life is worse than death, countless times more miserable than now."

"Then what if I close my eyes to observe?"

"Hehe, you can try and see if it works, stupid pig..."

The conversation with the Fate Lord instantly flooded his mind. At this moment, Holland, whose head was pinned by Solomon, faced the faint blue light coming from below head-on. Even if he wanted to close his eyes, he couldn't do it. Because the next moment, his soul, his entire consciousness was seemingly dragged down into the depths below, wanting to satisfy the most primal curiosity to scrutinize the true form of the unknown existence in that gloomy land.

At that moment, he seemed to have attended ten thousand funerals of strangers, either lying in the coffin letting people commemorate, or sitting below wiping tears in mourning of the departed's passing, or becoming the most absolute third party, collecting payment to officiate this ceremony...

Are these death?

No, they aren't. Then what is true death?

At this moment, Holland suddenly discovered that he couldn't seem to clearly remember the name and appearance of the childhood sweetheart he had loved for so many years. He also couldn't recall exactly why he left her to travel outside, forcing her to marry that husband who beat and scolded her...

What exactly did he... see?

Time paused at this second, but the next moment, the Death Completion Manual at his chest violently emitted an extremely impure light.

"Holland..."

"Laika..."

From that endless faint blue, a mild female with an average appearance and dark skin extended her face from the impure filth, blocking before that faint blue light, occupying his entire field of vision.

Only then did he suddenly remember: everyone in his hometown couldn't eat their fill. How could his cherished childhood sweetheart possibly be any beautiful person?

She should have a sallow face and thin body, her skin turning dark and posture twisted due to harsh natural environment and prolonged labor...

It wasn't that he wanted to leave; it was because her family truly couldn't open the pot (afford food). Thus her father sold her as a slave to wealthy people in the city, so their family could have rations to survive the winter...

So, that wealthy man had absolutely no intention of marrying her. He merely treated her as a toy, beating her to death amidst all kinds of insults.

At this moment, Holland's pupils violently contracted. That heart that had been halted for an unknown time due to being stripped of death finally produced a tiny flowing dawn at this moment. Even though it was just a little bit, it allowed Holland to react.

Exploiting the instant that "Laika" blocked Heya's true appearance, he gritted his teeth and thrust his body backward fiercely. Letting the giant fork formed by the scepter tear his body, he violently flipped and controlled Solomon. Subsequently, amidst Solomon's unbelievable gaze, Holland repaid a tooth for a tooth, viciously pinning his head dead straight onto the collapsing chaotic materials, making him directly face the Heya below.

But he didn't possess the Death Completion Manual like Holland. At the instant of looking below, Solomon, as if seeing an unbelievable substance, began trembling uncontrollably all over like a sieve. Following closely, his originally hunched figure began to undergo uncontrolled mutation. Even from the bandages tightly wrapping his body, faint blue feathers exuding a pungent, intense foul odor grew out...

"Holy shit!"

But Holland paid him absolutely no mind. With a single roll, he pulled the fork out from his body, trembling as he picked up the revolver beside him and arduously reloaded.

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

Behind him, Solomon's wails grew increasingly shrill, even starting to shift towards the sound of a certain unknown bird. Holland finished reloading, aiming at his own head and firing a shot first.

After death, he convulsively shot up, carrying a restored-to-original peak state, and raised the revolver in his hand again aiming at the Demon God seals above the door leaves.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!"

Five consecutive shots. Entering the instant the cylinder emptied, all the doors began to turn into physical forms and slowly closed shut.

Holland panted for a moment, looking at those closing door leaves. Assessing the collapse speed of the chaotic materials underneath his body, it should be able to maintain Heya from escaping before they closed.

And he himself

The door leaf before him closed bit by bit. He didn't have the slightest intention of walking out. But the next second, Solomon violently reached out his giant hand and grabbed him, throwing him out of this about-to-close door leaf.

The dense death aura inside the door was about to turn into a prison, yet Holland was thrown out at the very last moment the door leaf closed.

He hurriedly turned back in mid-air, only to see Solomon's countless pairs of eyes all looking at him simultaneously. The struggling humanity swayed within, yet was swallowed by the curse at the last moment the door leaf closed, transforming into a monster neither human nor ghost. This also made Holland completely not understand the meaning of his final action.

"Aw aw!"

Solomon's roar was blocked by the door leaf, while Holland had already descended blankly from high altitude. From that last door leaf, he had returned to the high altitude of a certain region in the Demon Dynasty.

The Dynasty was still shaking violently. His head was still a completely empty blank slate, completely clear about nothing, only sensing he was rapidly falling.

"Thump, thump... thump..."

Beside his ear, that heartbeat sound conveying like an auditory hallucination continued again. He thought it was the heartbeat of the God of Death Heya, but then felt this heartbeat sound was singular and fragile, unlike the palpitation-inducing heartbeat sound of Lord God...

Consequently the next moment, only then did he reach his hand to cover his chest, feeling a vibration with the exact same rhythm as the sound he heard.

So, this was his own heartbeat.

He blinked. The next instant, his entire person sank straight into the churning magma below, swallowed in the blink of an eye, disappearing within it.

"Plop..."

Hmm...

Perhaps after doing so, it would be able to answer Fisher's query of "what would happen if Holland fell into the magma" back when he entered the Gate of Knowledge, right?

"Oh my, I can't be bothered ignoring this defeated opponent! Something seems to have happened over at the Dynasty, I must go back and check!"

At this moment, in the middle of the ocean at the southernmost edge of the Southern Continent, a cluster of islands formed by countless precipitous tall mountains rising in the ocean. The six-armed Eliog finally discovered the sky-piercing flame and the stirring aura of death over there. While worrying about Fisher and the situation over there, she fiercely leaped from her spot into the clouds, rushing towards that direction.

While the lofty and steep peaks of this place...

Hmm, didn't exist an hour ago either. It was just an outcome of these two eighteenth-tier Mythical Species fighting with full force just now, battling until the topography under the sea surface was altered. Even more so because Eliog lifted several dozens of mountains from the Southern Branch Mountain Range and smashed them over, directly smashing an island here, so it appeared so abrupt and riddled with wounds.

"Splash, splash... splash..."

At this moment, the inequalities and vulnerabilities between those high mountains were continuously seeping seawater inwards, forming dozens of "waterfalls" in the ocean nearby, flowing towards a giant pit hundreds of meters deep at the center of this island.

Inside the giant pit, scattered feathers, bow arrows deeply embedded into the ground, and bloodstains all over the ground were everywhere. None did not loudly declare the intensity of the battle condition over this very recent period of time.

And at the center of the giant pit, a crippled human figure lay at the center of the cracked ground. Even one arm was broken, and his two feet were snapped and embedded into the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

His face was occupied by blood. One eye that could barely open looked listlessly at the sky. At this moment, it was early afternoon, when the sun was brightest and hottest.

Beside him, the seawater warmed by the sun's scorching finally reached his side after dropping from the closest waterfall to him, yet it was only two or three centimeters thick, merely waking his turbid consciousness slightly.

"Lost..."

It was precisely Barbatos who battled Demon God Eliog to the last moment.

"Tap tap..."

At this moment, the sound of feet stepping on the water surface drifted nearby. Because his entire body was embedded into the ground by a massive impact, Barbatos couldn't even turn his head. He could only blankly slant his eyes, seeing a pained gaze cast from the shadow formed by the morning sun.

Barbatos's lips trembled for a moment, yet he couldn't speak out anything. Only after the figure beside him slowly squatted down, and then knelt by his side, gently reaching out, lifting him carefully from the ground indentation, and cradling him in her arms.

"No need to mind, honey. She is only one step away from the nineteenth tier, lacking only a comprehensive war. It's just that for a long time she refused conflict and didn't act. Her fighting with you today truly shocked me."

Within the dense pink pupils was Barbatos's most familiar beloved's figure. At this moment, standing aside not mixing in the fight between the two factions, Cidi finally waited until the endgame, meeting with his lover Barbatos.

While Barbatos opened his mouth, not replying to Cidi's words, merely asking,

"Then over on Agreas' side..."

"Also failed I guess. Seems something big happened over there, practically burning up the Crevice, even the authority of Death is restless. It's very troublesome ah..."

"Is... that so..."

But the conversation ended here. Neither Cidi nor Barbatos made any more movements. Barbatos merely extended a hand and grabbed Cidi's fingers stroking the wounds on his body.

Barbatos seemingly wanted to say something, like wanting to explain why he left the Dynasty and listened to Baimon's scheme along with Agreas; also wanting to say something, since Agreas also failed now, then Baimon's scheme was probably just deceiving them after all...

However, at this moment, following the gentle outer sea breeze, Barbatos remarkably didn't say a word. He merely felt his lover's gentle caress, felt his fingertips brushing the dried bloodstains all over his forehead, brushing the uneven blade wounds, until it made his half-squinted eyes also gently close, feeling everything around him.

Perhaps until this moment, they had never truly obtained freedom, being sealed inside that Dynasty by the Mother Goddess due to the implication of their race.

But at least at this moment, Barbatos's soul was free, just like that ubiquitous gentle breeze...

Who could have thought?

The ending of Barbatos—whose nature loved fame and attention so much—surpisingly only had a single audience right now; Cidi—whose nature so greatly adored carnal desires and ultimate bliss—also had absolutely no demands at this moment, even lacking excessive contact...

Only after a long while did Barbatos's explanation for everything arrive late,

"That false god didn't understand Demons, and didn't understand us either. Even if sealing us, She insisted on separating us in different regions... I... only wanted your original body to return to my side again..."

Cidi closed his eyes, only smiling and saying,

"Ah... I know everything, honey."

"..."

Besides this, the two Demon Gods had no other conversation anymore.

At this moment, only the gentle breeze and babbling seawater quietly brought the battlefield here to a full stop.