Rebirth of a Thousand Years: Entering the New Demonic World

Mo Cha, who was watching from the window, noticed Ying Li's arrival. She was startled and hurriedly said to Ah Bai beside her:

"Quick! Can you help me stop them? These people are no match for the demons. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices!"

Ah Bai shook his head: "It's too late. The people from the Church are ready to fight to the death when they see the demons. They don't even give people a chance to explain. How can they give me a chance to run downstairs to stop the fight?"

As they were talking, the Vatican Square had become a hell on earth. The underworld flames devoured, chewed, and ground all living and dead things, leaving no one alive.

"Ugh!"

Mo Cha could only sigh helplessly. It was his own fault. This was all caused by the Holy Light Church and the Iron Blood Alliance themselves. It was no wonder that Ying Li was so cruel.

As one entered the solemn and dignified Church, the first thing one encountered was the pressure from countless layers of holy light magic barriers. This kind of attribute point magic and Ying Li's dark magic restrained each other.

For a moment, Ying Li felt that he could not move at all times. He had to turn on "Magic Sky" and "Sea of ​​Sparks" to the maximum at all times, allowing black fog and underworld flames to surround him in three layers inside and outside.

"Evil demon, this is the most sacred pure land in the demon world. You are courting death if you offend this place!"

Afterwards, a cardinal appeared with a group of knights and archbishops, surrounding Ying Li in the center.

The archbishops opened the Bible and chanted scriptures continuously to strengthen the strength of the holy light magic. The knight commanders rushed into the formation together, with various blessings emanating from their bodies.

Ying Li: "I just want to ask Mo Cha something, you don't have to be so aggressive."

Cardinal: "Shut up! The person you are talking about is not here. Either surrender or die!"

It looks like there's nothing to talk about. These hypocrites from the Holy Light Church have been behaving like this for thousands of years.

Black flames burst out of Ying Li's eyes, circles of turbid water appeared around him, and the Eclipse Sword slowly sank into the ground.

"Black Prison"

"Ah ah ah..."

The horrific execution ground from hell emerged from the darkness, tying those who approached to the executioner. They screamed and struggled desperately but were unable to stop the torture from falling on them.

"What! You, you you..."

The cardinal staggered in fear, and quickly waved his staff, summoning a group of angel phantoms bathed in golden light, forcibly holding everyone alive and bestowing stronger blessings.

Several people with higher cultivation levels have broken free from their restraints and are attacking Ying Li with their own special holy light skills. The archbishop behind them is also providing cover with long-range firepower.

Ying Li was slightly impatient and whispered:

"There's no need for weaklings below the Ghost King realm to die. At this level, the human wave tactic is useless."

"Blade Tide"!

Layer upon layer of sword lights and shadows swept across everyone's body, leaving lifelong scars on them. Rays of holy light power were swallowed up and assimilated into underworld flames, replenishing Ying Li's previous consumption.

Finally, the cardinal was the only one left in the room. He sat on the ground helplessly, watching Ying Li walk into the Vatican.

He took out his communicator with trembling hands and reported the news of Ying Li's arrival to other cardinals, cardinals, and the Pope.

Along the way, more and more knights or priests came to obstruct them. Ying Li stopped talking nonsense and sent them to see his holy light with one blow.

Finally, he used the "Dark Vision World" to find Mo Cha, and there was a familiar yet unfamiliar aura in it, which made him laugh. He actually had an unexpected gain.

The door opened, and Mo Cha knelt in front of the statue and prayed silently. The moment Ying Li stepped in here, he suddenly realized that there were more powerful restrictions here, but the target was not himself, but tailor-made for Mo Cha.

"I heard from the Seven Deadly Sins that you were under house arrest. It seems to be true. This barrier is ineffective on its own and is specifically designed to target practitioners of Holy Light Magic."

Mo Cha slowly stood up, looked at Ying Li with complicated eyes, and said in a pleading tone:

"Please stop killing people. They are all being used by the leader and the pope. They have long accepted the idea that the demons are evil, but they themselves are not evil people."

Ying Li looked nonchalant. "I came here to find you anyway. I won't do anything if they don't get in the way."

"Ah! You can obviously just get rid of them. There's no need to commit murder. Forget it... After all, we are enemies. Did you come to me to ask about the leader?"

Ying Li told the other party about his difficulties, and Mo Cha fell into deep thought. Ban Yue had never displayed such abilities before, which could only mean that it was the power given to her by Weilanti.

"If the Dark Flame Art doesn't work, then my Holy Light will be powerless. But I can tell you something about the Iron Blood Alliance's strategic plan. I wonder if it can help prevent the rift from opening."

Mo Cha sighed, his eyes were gray and full of despair. On the contrary, Ying Li was not so discouraged. He had seen all kinds of big issues, so what was a mere month and a half?

He looked at Ah Bai beside him with great interest, and it happened that the other party was also staring at him with a half-smile.

"Hey! You don't have anything to say to me when you see me?"

Mo Cha was stunned for a moment, only to see Ying Li actually greet Ah Bai who was standing silently by the side. He stood between the two of them in a panic and said:

"Abai is just an orphan who does odd jobs for the Church. He has nothing to do with anyone or anything. Can you let him go?"

Ying Li grinned: "Haha~Everything should be an equal exchange. If I let him go, I won't let you go."

Mo Cha said decisively: "Then I will do it for him. I have killed many demons with the Iron Blood Alliance before. I am guilty. You can do it!"

"puff--"

Before Ying Li said anything, Ah Bai couldn't help laughing out loud. Mo Cha was stunned. How could he still be amused when there was a powerful enemy at hand?

"Alas~ I really can't scare you. Even though you're like this, your perception is still amazing." Ying Li said with a wry smile.

Ah Bai also shook his head in disappointment: "You are not good at lying, so just stick to your honest persona!"

Mo Cha was shocked: "No way, you know each other?"

Ying Li nodded: "Yeah."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Mo Cha would never believe this news. This Abai had been doing odd jobs by his side since he was a child. How could he possibly know an ancient demon who had just been reborn?

Ah Bai smiled faintly and said to Mo Cha with a hint of apology:

"I'm sorry! Sister Mocha, I lied to you. I'm not a daylight elf, and I can't even be considered a legal citizen of the Urian Nation."

Even though Mo Cha did some psychological work, he still couldn't believe it: "Are you a demon in disguise? Are you a spy planted by Ying Li in our country?"

Ah Bai's smile became even more intense: "You are half right, I am not Ying Li's subordinate."

"No? Then you..."

Mo Cha no longer dared to think about it further, and she shut up halfway through her words.

"I am also a demon lord."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Cha felt his head spinning and his worldview collapsed. In less than a year, he had met three Demon Lords in succession and even had the honor of fighting one of them.

"Haha~ This, this is impossible? This joke is not funny, Abai."

Mo Cha smiled bitterly and shook his head, still hoping to make a final resistance. His only confidant in the human kingdom was actually a demon lord who had been hiding for more than ten years?

Ying Li interrupted, "Even I was almost fooled. I couldn't sense his demonic energy without careful observation. To make a long story short, you still have to help me deal with Ban Yue!"

"Oh~ Don't worry, since fate has pushed you in front of me, it is destined that this disaster will be nothing but a close call. Oh, I don't even think this drizzle is a disaster!"

Abai waved his hands at Yingli with a look of disdain, which was completely different from the honest young man in the past. He was acting more and more like a big devil.

Ah Bai grabbed Mo Cha's shaking hand and comforted him:

"Don't get excited. This is not a big deal. If you don't mind, we can still be good friends. If you mind, I can stay away from you from now on. This is it—"

Abai suddenly had a demonic aura, and his eyes emitted a mixed spectrum of light. He dragged Mo Cha and Ying Li's consciousness into his sea of ​​consciousness, and watched them from his perspective as a God.

Thousands of years ago, on the eve of the fall of the Demon Empire, before the fall of the Demon Lord Zhatian and the Demon Lord Heiyang...

The souls of Ying Li and Mo Cha appeared in the South China Sea of ​​the Empire, the area where Weilanti attacked most fiercely. Looking around, the vast land was devastated, and all kinds of strange creatures were slaughtering the creatures of the demon world wantonly.

Abai's familiar face appeared on the crumbling dry land. Except for the facial features, his other physical appearance was different from now. He was of the same height as Yingli, and was wearing a luxurious and exquisite white robe with golden armor in some parts.

A golden meteor hammer was wielded smoothly in his hand, and nine small heavy hammers were flying around at the side, all connected by countless golden locks, like ten suns.

Countless twisted and hideous Welanti creatures emerged from the cracks in the ground, trying to engulf Abai who was fighting alone with their huge numbers. Their strength was all above the Ghost King level.

Mo Cha said: "That's...Abai? He's in danger, let's go help him!"

"There's no need. These are memories. What's the use of your help? The Demon Empire is gone." Ying Li was unmoved.

"That's right. They can't do anything to me by themselves, but I didn't expect..."

Abai, in his mortal state, suddenly appeared between the two of them. He looked at himself at his peak below and sighed with a dejected look.

Indeed, although Abai was severely injured by the enemy many times, the fatal wounds did not hurt at all. The wounds on his body actually emitted the golden sun. Not only did they not bleed but they also healed quickly.

"I am the Daytime Demon, my real name is Yang. Under the broad daylight, I am immortal." Ah Bai straightened his chest unconsciously. This was the first time he let Mo Cha know his real name.

"Daytime Demon? The only demon in the world that is even rarer than the Purple Flower Demon?"

Yang nodded and said, "Yes, and my sister is the "Night Demon" who exists alternately with me during the day and night. Her name is Yue, and her power is the opposite of mine."

Glancing at the setting sun, Ying Li asked, "Yue will be here to take over from you soon, right?"

When Yue was mentioned, Yang's expression became even uglier, and he stammered, "Well, you, you guys watch."

At the moment when day turns to night, the vigorous demonic energy in Yang suddenly decreases, and a dark-skinned woman walks over from the distant horizon. She is a night elf.

Her snow-white hair was tied into a bun, with a strand of flying black hair left at her temples, which formed a sharp contrast with her dark and rosy skin. However, her skin color could not conceal her exquisite facial features. Her face made many fair-skinned women pale in comparison.

In contrast to Yang's attire, she was wearing a majestic black armor with an elegant dark blue dress underneath, revealing her seductive waist and belly button, and a short skirt shining with gold, revealing her fair and round thighs. The looming temptation was irresistible.

A huge, ferocious sickle hung behind him, and the blade flashed a cold silver light like a crescent moon.

Looking back at the moon, a hint of determination flashed in Yang's tired eyes. In order to defend the border, he decided to try harder.

"I can still fight, let me... ugh!"

He wanted to continue fighting, but something unexpected happened. Yue's giant sickle protruded from Yang's chest, and the crescent-shaped blade was stained with golden blood. Yang turned around in disbelief.

"what!?"

Even Mo Cha, who had a God's perspective, covered his mouth in surprise and horror. Ying Li also looked at Yang beside him in disbelief, as if asking him: Is this true?

"Why are you?"

Yang turned his head with difficulty. Silver tears of blood kept falling on his sister's cold face. She bit her red lips tightly and her hands were trembling. It was obvious that she had her own difficulties, but for some reason she had to assassinate her brother.

"I'm sorry...Yang. I can't say anything. I can't say anything."

After saying that, she actually grabbed a meteor hammer, and the golden hammer filled with Yang's flame instantly burned her flawless jade hand. Under Yang's horrified gaze, she smashed the golden hammer on her forehead.

The icy silver-white blood splashed on the earth, and the monstrous demonic energy belonging to the moonlit night burst out and rushed straight into the sky. Her cultivation in the realm of Demon Lord leaked out madly at this moment, rushing into the sea and never coming back.

Yue looked at Yang with sad eyes, hesitant to speak, and fell down with a variety of complicated emotions. One could only tell from her mouth shape that she was alive.

The Southern Twin Demon Lords - Night Demon - Moon - died.

"sister--"

Yang cried out in grief, but his strength was greatly reduced at night, and he suffered near-fatal injuries. His body chose to protect itself, and he didn't even utter the second word.

By the time Yang regained consciousness, the sun had risen again and the fatal wound on his chest had healed.

Where did Yue's corpse, the Welanti army, and most of his magic power go? How did he survive the entire night?

His cultivation level fell to the late stage of Ghost King Realm. Although his fatal injuries had recovered, he was still feeling unbearable pain in his limbs and was unable to fight at all.

Yang had to withdraw from the war and spread the news that he was seriously injured and in seclusion to the outside world.

After the catastrophe, he integrated into human society with a new identity, trying to find answers to the many doubts he had.

……

The picture shattered, and the three people returned to reality. The two demon lords looked heavy. This was the fact that Yang least wanted to recall but had to face. Because this matter was unbelievable, he wanted to find out an answer.

Ying Li didn't expect that the brother and sister had no news before the disaster and ended up in such a situation.

Mo Cha bit her lips tightly, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Yang had deceived her as A Bai for more than ten years, but for some reason she was not angry at all, and she felt indescribable sympathy when she saw what happened to him.

Yang slowly said: “Mocha, I apologize to you again, I’m sorry.

But in order to survive, to find out the cause and effect of my sister's accident, and for the sake of the demons, I had to disguise myself as a day elf and lurk in the enemy's base camp.

I guess all this is related to Weilanti. In the demon world, the ones most closely related to Weilanti are the Holy Light Church and the Iron Blood Alliance. "

Mo Cha shook his head, opened his arms and embraced Yang in his arms, patted his back and said:

"You don't have to blame yourself. I understand your difficulties. Although you are the Demon Lord, have an infinite lifespan, and are thousands of years older than me, you can still call me sister."

"Forehead…"

Yang was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he felt a sore nose. Fortunately, he was not a human being, nor a day elf, and did not have organs such as tear glands.

"Okay. Mocha...sister."

Yang Fan hugged the other person, and a sister-brother relationship of different races was established.

Ying Li wanted to laugh. He never thought that his colleague, who had lived for more than six thousand years, would be troubled by such emotions. How childish he was.

Little did I know that my future self would fall into a deeper quagmire. Even with an infinite life span and thousands of years of experience, it is not as good as the word love.

"Hey! Okay, let's get back to business. Can you handle that half-moon one?"

Yang pushed Mo Cha away, walked to the window and looked at the distant sky, only to see that the crack was even wider.

"Humph! Do you even need to ask? Sister Mocha, you don't mind if I kill that human, right?"