I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“That day, what flowed in the sky was no longer air, but blood and bone…”

“When the Holy Light is no longer sacred, polluted and obscured by the river of demons…”

“When the six-winged angels and the Seven River Archmages all become weapons of the demons…”

“The light is ending. →”

As the light curtains of Wright closed one by one, the battlefield became increasingly bizarre—seven rivers flowed out of the bone city, and a white river suppressed the sacred light, like an unfolded mushroom, more like an umbrella, shielding the Holy Light, preventing them from causing any harm to the demons.

The bone sea and the other six elemental rivers surged, painting the sky with blood, purple, and cyan-gray, making the battlefield seem to be in chaos.

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In the chaos, the huge skeleton is the lord of this river, echoing the huge bone chariot on its back, planting bone trees one after another around the gallows.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the descending skeleton.

The skeleton carries a shadow, a snail on its shoulder, wearing a blood-colored cloak, planting bone trees, and slowly walking towards Gallows Three…

This time, it seems that no one can stop its steps.

The tip of the sword pointed at the motionless Noel, reaching my nose.

Noel's eyes were scattered, only desperate howls remained, but the content was completely incomprehensible.

A layer of skin was peeled off, followed by a layer of bone—General Wang Zhen's corpse was hung in front of Noel.

“The skeleton holds the shadow, overturning the myth of the undefeated creation.” When the steam machine soldiers and clockwork warriors were swallowed by the Shadow Lake and the demonic tide, the bard wrote a heavy stroke.

The still-living imperial army and the brave group also stopped the swords in their hands, and all eyes were focused on the half-exposed Gallows Eight, focused on the skeleton and Noel.

“It's close, the demon is closer…”

Wright's departure took away the last light in Noel's eyes, and at this moment he was like a walking corpse.

Everything inside the birdcage became blurred, as the demons were clearing the battlefield.

The eternal night expanded, entrenched near the Gallows Seven Fortress.

“They lost that war, but won a valuable lesson—” The skeleton shook its giant head, chuckling and buzzing at the light ball.

In the brave group, a bard desperately wrote his own epic, describing everything he could understand about the battle situation.

On the red robe, the bishop held a chain in his hand.

Noel's face was distorted, seemingly shocked too much, almost a demonic distortion.

“His name… His name… His name…” Different words intertwined, murmuring on the battlefield, radiating to all parts of the continent of Chaos.

“We wake up in the sound of the bone chariot's wheels…”

About to be complete.

The royal family also abandoned Noel.

“When the Dark Archmage enters the arena, that war no longer belongs to Tass, nor to humans…” The poet struggled to write the end of the epic.

“The snail becomes the knight's great enemy, tearing apart their souls together.” When Dan Dan passed by him, eroding the Light Wraith and the knight into two segments, he continued to write.

The Royal Guard was the only human still moving, but half of them were dealing with the bone chariot crushing from behind, and half were blocking behind the skeleton holding the shadow spear bone sword and wearing a blood-colored cloak.

“That will be the era of skeletons, the era of bone creations…” As the poet's pen continued to fall, his brushstrokes became smoother, and his notes gradually covered his body…

“The king is a king, the empire's majesty kneels before the night…” The poet's hand holding the pen oozed blood, printed on the paper pale.

Li Yue disintegrated the moment he touched the bone sword, and the skeleton's ribs protruded, poking General Wang Zhen's body, dragging him out of the skeleton's bones…

Gamma became the only survivor of that war, fleeing back to the empire along the path of the giant bone chariot, attempting to tell that version of the epic.

Noel's head was pierced by the bone sword, and then, Gallows Eight rumbled.

Whether it was an illusion or not, King Sword felt that the number of bone chariots seemed to have decreased.

At the same time, the giant bone chariot finally arrived in front of the skeleton—they met in the ruins of Gallows Eight.

Suddenly, a Li Yue stabbed into the skeleton's spine from behind, attempting to knock the bone sword askew—General Wang Zhen, who had traveled thousands of miles, finally arrived near Noel after breaking through layers of shadow, bone sea, and blood-colored blockade.

The bard is composing his epic, and is thus advancing.

Even if General Wang Zhen has nearly 9th-order power, when Wallace and Yihe have become the residue washed away by the demonic tide, how can a general who relies on royal power and public opinion survive from the snail's mouth?

Many, so many that they completely covered the front.

“The eternal night is a monarch, using bones as a sword, marking new territory…” When the eternal night originating from the Demon King's city covered the location of Gallows Eight, the heavens and the earth were dark, and the lines of the birdcage became the tassels of the night, completely enveloping the battlefield.

Not only Gamma, more bards advanced, then failed, and then died in the churning of bone and blood.

Every word was asking the skeleton's name, attempting to record the protagonist of that epic.

Regardless of how many discrepancies there were in the details of those poems, at least at that moment, the skeleton's image was incomparably sinister and terrifying.

“The end. Gamma.”

Only death can be greeted.

“What was… my name again?” The skeleton's voice suddenly became somewhat solidified, as if it had forgotten something.

“My name?” King Sword looked at the words crawling around in the birdcage, scratching his head in the eternal night.

“You must live on, live on to pass on this epic…” The poet Gamma shrank to the size of an ant, first put himself into a treasure chest, and then turned into a word along with the treasure chest, hiding in blood and bone, creeping in the dark night, crawling out of the birdcage.

At that moment, the light ball in the reception room suddenly went out—Wright left.

The bone sea and snails filled the reception room of Gallows Eight, squeezing the last royal power and public opinion.

But this was all deliberately arranged by Wang Zhen.

For Shenshi City, the result of this war was already destined, and Wright had no need to stay any longer.

“They will understand… Bone City is indestructible.”

King Sword let Li Yue and General pass by, just wanting to kill the prince together, amplifying the misery of the imperial army's collapse, destroying our last hope.

The hope of the imperial army's expedition also collapsed with the gallows.

“This is the 300th year of the Di Kai calendar, the Battle of the Bone Hammer.”

“As long as I am the commander of the city defense.” The huge skeleton head opened its mouth, spitting out a crystal-white skeleton body.

The bard's handwriting also finally filled my eyeballs, and my epic was about to be completed.

“My god, please let me chant his name…” At the front of the giant bone chariot, the red-robed bishop Reid Court bowed.

“In the skeleton's laughter, we are restless every night…”

The bard put the quill back into his hat brim, feeling excited, and his entire body began to bleed and shrink.

The skeleton pushed the bone sword into Noel's mouth, and Noel's howls became even more incomprehensible.

“We tremble in the sound of the snail's crawling…”

At the back of the fortress, the giant bone chariot crashed in, devouring every wall and every wandering soul of the envoy.

“Bone City will not be destroyed.”

Skorlik overlapped with his pitch-black shadow, handing out half a bone sword, with a snail crawling on the sword.

“Until the arrival of the new darkness…”

The sound of gnawing, rustling, and buzzing mixed together, and everything shown by the distorted eyes was abnormally chaotic.

And when all the distorted eyes were aimed at Noel, the silver-armored knights and mages beside me finally stopped supporting—the Royal Guard didn't want to amplify the ugly state of death in front of the world again.

Skorlik.

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