70: Chapter 70, Fifth Simulation Ends

[The gates of the Demon Kings Castle were thrown open with a bang.]

[You opened that pair of dark green eyes on your skull.]

["Someone is here." Your eyes gazed at the teleportation array in front of the great hall, reflecting a blood-red color.]

["Another guest has arrived, cough, cough, cough!" You swayed your body, gripped your magic staff with withered fingers, and propped yourself up to stand from the throne, your bones clicking and clacking.]

[You hadn't looked in a mirror for a long time, and you didn't even know what you looked like now.]

["How many years have passed?" Your white, bony fingers tapped on the throne.]

[You didn't remember; you couldn't remember how long you had been alive.]

["How long has it been since the last hero came... thirty years?" You shook your head: "Forgotten, forgotten!"]

["Rumble, rumble!"]

[The hall doors were slowly pushed open, and the heavy sound of friction echoed through the great hall.]

[The moment the hall doors were pushed open, you hid the radiance of the teleportation array, and at the same time, the torches inside the great hall lit up.]

[Your face, devoid of expression, gazed at the three heroes standing at the entrance of the hall.]

["Is that the Devil King?" The girl in the party hid behind the other two, poked her head out, and asked in a tiny voice.]

["It looks like it, it must be!" Vierol said, looking at you.]

["It looks like a giant skeleton!" another boy in the squad said.]

["Aren't all the Demon Race skeletons anyway? Isn't it reasonable for the Devil King to be a giant skeleton?" The girl pouted: "But did you feel it? That golden bead in the Devil King's stomach!"]

[Vierol was staring at you, nodding, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on your Martial God Golden Core.]

[The golden bead hung between the withered bones, and under the illumination of the eerie blue flames, it emitted a gentle, white light that did not belong to this shell.]

[Like a living star trapped within a dead body.]

["I feel it, what a monster." The moment the hall doors were pushed open, he had felt it—a kind of unparalleled pressure, so terrifying that it made people unable to breathe.]

[Vierol turned his head to look at his two companions on the side: "Are you afraid?"]

[The girl looked at Vierol and smiled: "With the hero here, how could we be afraid of the Devil King?"]

[The boy in the squad patted Vierol: "Let this Devil King see our bond!"]

[You were also looking at Vierol.]

[This was a young man of about twenty-seven; you looked at the longsword by the youth's side.]

[That was not pure white.]

[He was the first hero who hadn't brought pure white here.]

[You could sense this youth's strength.]

[If converted to the strength of the Dragon Kingdom martial arts world, he should be at the Late Stage of Martial Saint, while the other two were merely at the Peak of Innate.]

[However, you felt an aura called death on this youth.]

[You smiled.]

["Hahaha!"]

["Hahaha!" The laughter squeezed out from your hollow chest; you hadn't laughed for too long, and had even almost forgotten how to laugh.]

[You flicked the cape draped over your skeleton body, walked down from the throne, and stared at the hero.]

["Come and kill me!"]

["Hero!" You raised the magic staff in your hand!]

[You wanted to die.]

[That wasn't quite right.]

[You had already forgotten why you were still alive!]

[You were the Devil King, and the Devil King should be defeated by the hero!]

[Now, a hero had finally come to the Demon Kings Castle.]

[You felt very excited; your heart, if you had one, was probably beating a little faster.]

[You reached toward your chest, where only white ribs remained, without a trace of Life Qi.]

["So arrogant?" The boy in the squad looked at the Devil King and said.]

["Get out!" Vierol shouted, looking at his two teammates.]

["What?"]

[The girl in the hero squad was stunned for a moment before she realized that Vierol's "get out" was directed at them.]

["Get out quickly, both of you!" Vierol reached out and pushed the two of them, "Now, immediately, right now!"]

[Both of them stumbled and walked outside the hall doors.]

[In an instant, the hall doors closed.]

["Rumble!"]

["Wait a minute, Vierol, are you going to fight the Devil King alone?" the girl shouted, knocking on the stone gate of the great hall.]

[Vierol ignored her and walked straight toward you.]

["The Devil King?" He looked at you, his footsteps not stopping.]

[You also saw yourself in his pair of black pupils; that was a monster, a monster named skeleton.]

[Without any nonsense.]

[Vierol drew his sword.]

[The sound of the iron sword being drawn was very light, and the sound of the blade slicing through the air was also very light.]

["What?" You were stunned for a moment, raising your magic staff to block the opponent's attack.]

[The speed of this sword strike was actually so fast that you hadn't even reacted!]

[The sword and the magic staff collided, emitting a harsh sound of metal friction.]

["Snap!"]

[The magic staff broke.]

[Vierol's movements didn't stop; it was another sword strike.]

[The speed was equally fast, but this time you reacted.]

[You pulled away the distance between the two of you at an extremely fast speed, Spiritual Qi condensed in your hand, and another magic staff appeared in your hand.]

["Pulled away the distance, have I?" Vierol said, looking at you.]

["Oh flames, burn!" you shouted, raising your magic staff.]

[Instantly, a huge magic circle appeared above Vierol's head.]

[Orange-red fireballs descended from the sky.]

[Vierol looked up, his pupils filled with orange-red, and he didn't have a trace of fear.]

[Without any movement, he just watched quietly.]

[The flames instantly swallowed his figure.]

["Afterimage?"]

[You said, looking at the figure swallowed by the flames.]

[Instantly, a figure appeared in front of you.]

["It looks like this golden sphere is your weakness!" Your Martial God Golden Core was reflected in Vierol's eyes.]

["Then everything is over."]

[Vierol struck with his sword!]

[A flash of sword light.]

["Clang——"]

[A longsword slid down from the air and fell to the ground.]

[pure white was instantly held against Vierol's neck, the cold blade pressing against his skin; his Adam's apple bobbed, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.]

["Magic Swordsman?" the hero said.]

["Hahaha——" you laughed, laughing wantonly.]

[You removed the sword held against his neck, and pure white spun in your palm, the blade reflecting the sky full of light and shadows under the candlelight.]

["Martial Artist!" you said, "I am a Martial Artist! I am a Martial God, I am the Martial Arts Myth!"]

["I am the Martial Arts Myth!"]

[In the great hall, a white skeleton brandished a silver-white longsword, its black robe fluttering, its joints clicking and clacking, like a skeleton injected with a Soul dancing a solo dance that no one was watching.]

["Martial God, I am the Martial God, I am the Martial Arts Myth!" you shouted while dancing with the longsword.]

[Finally, pure white flipped a few times, and you stopped your movements, looking at the hero.]

["I am... I am... Lin Heng... Lin 5."]

["I am a... lost person."]

["Come and kill me, hero!"]

[Vierol clapped his hands, picked up his longsword, and looked up at you again.]

["I would like to as well," he said, "but it seems I can't do it now. What a bother."]

["Fortunately, I let those two guys go out first." he muttered, "Forget it, trouble is trouble."]

[Vierol closed his eyes and took a deep breath.]

[In just an instant, he broke through the Bottleneck of the Martial Saint.]

[In another instant, a round Golden Core condensed and formed in his Dantian.]

["So this golden bead is something everyone can have." His gaze passed through the ribs of your chest and landed on that Golden Core.]

["Then this should be enough."]

[Vierol moved again.]

[The hero's figure instantly disappeared from your line of sight.]

["Go home, Devil King!"]

[The hero's voice appeared in your ear, as gentle as the spring breeze in March, but also like the judgment of the god of death.]

[You died!]