17: The pig that slaughters people eventually becomes an evil pig.

Fatty's boar tide was like a black torrent, sweeping across the entire Southern Continent.

From Bluestone City to Black Iron City, and then to Sunset City and Snowstorm City,

Every city they conquered became a living hell.

Human armies gathered time and again, attempting to block the advance of the boar tide,

But every time, they were utterly defeated by Fatty and his Demonic Boars.

The lords of the Southern Continent finally panicked; they united to form a massive army of a million,

Known as the "Boar Slaying Coalition Army," it was led by Arthur, the most powerful Knight King of the South.

Arthur rode upon a white gryphon, holding a holy sword embedded with gemstones,

Followed by a hundred thousand knights, three hundred thousand warriors, two hundred thousand mages, and four hundred thousand ordinary soldiers.

They deployed their formations on the Azure Wolf Plains, preparing for a decisive battle against Fatty's boar tide.

When Fatty arrived at the Azure Wolf Plains with the Demonic Boars, he saw such a magnificent sight:

A million-strong army lined up in neat rows, banners fluttering, and the knights' armor glittering under the sun.

The tips of the mages' staves flickered with various colors of light, while the warriors' unsheathed weapons revealed their sharp edges.

“Fat Heavenly Emperor! You demon! You have slaughtered living beings; your crimes are monstrous!”

Arthur's voice spread across the entire Azure Wolf Plains through a magical amplifier.

“Today, I shall act on behalf of Heaven to eliminate you and your entire Boar Race!”

Fatty sat atop the largest Demonic Boar, pointing his Butcher Blade at Arthur with a cold sneer:

“Act on behalf of Heaven? When you humans slaughtered us pigs, why didn't you talk about acting on behalf of Heaven?”

“Today, I will let you know what it means to pay a blood debt in blood!”

“You seek death!”

Arthur shouted in anger, unsheathing his holy sword.

“Knights, charge!”

A hundred thousand knights charged simultaneously, forming a neat wedge formation.

Lances pointed directly at the Demonic Boar swarm, they were like a silver bolt of lightning rushing toward Fatty's boar tide.

“Compatriots, show them what we're made of!”

At Fatty's command, the Demonic Boars behind him immediately formed a solid defensive line.

The Demonic Boars at the very front lowered their heads, aiming their bone spikes and tusks at the charging knights.

“Bang!”

The knight order collided with the Demonic Boar defensive line, and an intense slaughter erupted instantly.

The knights' lances pierced into the bodies of the Demonic Boars, while the boars' tusks also tore through the knights' armor.

Blood splattered as screams, the clashing of weapons, and the neighing of warhorses intertwined; the entire Azure Wolf Plains was dyed red with blood.

Arthur rode his gryphon, holy sword in hand, circling in the sky as he searched for Fatty's figure.

He saw Fatty slaughtering his way through the Demonic Boar swarm; every time the Butcher Blade fell, it claimed the lives of several knights.

Arthur's gaze turned cold, and he urged the gryphon to dive down toward Fatty.

The holy sword, carrying sharp Sword Qi, lunged toward Fatty's head.

Sensing the threat from above, Fatty jerked his head up and raised his Butcher Blade to block the holy sword.

“Clang!”

The sound of clashing metal was so loud it made the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers and Demonic Boars ache.

Both Fatty and Arthur were shaken back several steps.

Arthur stabilized himself in the air on his gryphon, while Fatty regained his footing on the back of the Demonic Boar.

“I didn't expect the power of a demon like you to be so great.”

Arthur stared at Fatty, his eyes full of wariness.

“But you are a demon after all; you cannot defeat the power of justice!”

“Justice?”

Fatty laughed, a cruel laughter.

“The justice of you humans is to slaughter us pigs?”

“Then today, I shall use my justice to slaughter you!”

Fatty charged at Arthur again, his Butcher Blade sweeping out with dark purple Devilish Qi.

Arthur dared not be careless; holding his holy sword, he engaged in battle with Fatty.

The light of the holy sword and the Devilish Qi of the Butcher Blade collided.

A massive energy shockwave was produced, blowing away the surrounding knights and Demonic Boars.

The two of them went back and forth in the air, locked in an inseparable fight.

Arthur's holy sword was incredibly sharp, able to easily cut through the Devilish Qi.

Fatty's Butcher Blade possessed astonishing power; every attack left Arthur trembling with fear.

The battle lasted for an entire hour, and Arthur gradually began to lose his strength.

His armor was covered in wounds, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

“It's time to end this!”

Fatty seized an opening and swung his Butcher Blade violently at Arthur's chest.

Arthur had no time to dodge and could only use his holy sword to block the blade.

But Fatty's strength was simply too great; the holy sword was knocked away.

The Butcher Blade struck Arthur's chest directly, cleaving his body in two.

Arthur's corpse fell from the gryphon's back, crashing to the ground as blood stained the earth.

Losing its master, the gryphon let out a mournful cry and turned to fly away.

Seeing the Knight King Arthur dead in battle, the Boar Slaying Coalition Army instantly fell into chaos.

The knights lost their command and began to scatter and flee.

The mages, seeing Arthur's death, were also scared out of their wits, their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering as they turned to run.

The warriors and ordinary soldiers were even more fragile, throwing down their weapons to surrender one after another.

“Chase them! Don't let a single one escape!”

At Fatty's command, the Demonic Boars rushed like a tide toward the crumbling Boar Slaying Coalition Army.

The battlefield was instantly filled with one scream after another.

Human corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.

In this Battle of the Azure Wolf Plains, Fatty's boar tide won a massive victory.

The million-strong Boar Slaying Coalition Army was nearly wiped out, with only a few lucky individuals managing to escape.

After this battle, there was no longer any force in the Southern Continent that could stop Fatty.

Fatty led the Demonic Boars further north, conquering city after city.

The banners of the Boar Race were planted in every corner of the Southern Continent.

When the humans of the Northern Continent heard of the tragic situation in the south, they also began to panic.

The Northern Continent was more powerful than the Southern Continent.

There were more powerful mages, braver warriors, and even the legendary Dragon Riders.

The lords of the Northern Continent also united, forming an army even more powerful than the Boar Slaying Coalition Army, led by Louis, the Magic Emperor of the North.

Louis was the most powerful mage in the North; he could summon Frost Giant Dragons.

He could manipulate lightning, and it was said his magical power had already reached the Divine-Grade.

Leading the million-strong northern army, he set up a defensive line on the opposite side of the Icy Strait, preparing to block Fatty's boar tide from moving north.

When Fatty arrived at the Icy Strait with the Demonic Boars, he saw a vast expanse of white.

The surface of the strait was frozen, and northern soldiers stood all over the ice.

Mages had set up thick magical barriers on the ice.

Dragon Riders rode their giant dragons, circling in the sky.

“Fat Heavenly Emperor, you demon, do not think of taking another step forward!”

Louis's voice spread across the entire Icy Strait through a magical amplifier.

“The Icy Strait shall be your burial ground!”

Fatty sneered, raising his Butcher Blade and pointing it at Louis:

“With just you? You think you can stop me?”

“You seek death!”

Louis shouted in anger, raising his magic staff and beginning to chant an incantation.

The gemstone at the tip of the magic staff flashed with a dazzling blue light.

The ice surface of the Icy Strait began to vibrate.

Countless ice spikes shot out from beneath the ice, heading straight for the Demonic Boar swarm.

Simultaneously, the Dragon Riders in the sky also launched their attack.

The giant dragons breathed fire and frost, rushing toward the Demonic Boar swarm.

The northern warriors also raised their weapons and charged toward the Demonic Boars.

“Compatriots, do not be afraid!”

At Fatty's command, he mobilized the Devilish Qi within his body.

He condensed it into a massive protective shield in front of the Demonic Boar swarm.

The attacks from the ice spikes and the giant dragons hit the shield and were instantly deflected; even the magical barriers were shaken to the point of collapse by the shield's force.

“Charge through!”

Fatty led the Demonic Boars across the ice of the Icy Strait, rushing toward the northern army.

The Demonic Boars' claws stepped on the ice, making a "cracking" sound as the surface began to fracture.

Seeing Fatty's boar tide rushing over, Louis's face changed drastically.

He chanted another incantation, attempting to summon even more powerful magic.

But Fatty gave him no chance at all; he leaped into the air.

The Butcher Blade, carrying dark purple Devilish Qi, cleaved toward Louis.

Louis hurriedly raised his magic staff to defend.

But his magic staff was like paper before the Butcher Blade, instantly split in two.

The Butcher Blade continued its descent, and Louis's body was cleaved in half; blood splattered onto the ice and was quickly frozen solid.

Seeing the Magic Emperor Louis dead, the northern army instantly fell into chaos.

The Dragon Riders lost their command and began to scatter and flee.

The mages were scared out of their wits, their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering as they turned to run.

The warriors and ordinary soldiers were even more fragile, throwing down their weapons to surrender one after another.

Fatty led the Demonic Boars further north, conquering city after city in the Northern Continent.

The Dragon Riders tried to resist, but their giant dragons were completely vulnerable before the Demonic Boars.

Fatty's Butcher Blade could easily sever a dragon's wings, and the Demonic Boars' tusks could pierce through dragon scales.

Soon, the Northern Continent was also conquered by Fatty's boar tide.

At this point, the entire continent had fallen into the hands of Fatty and the Boar Race.

Fatty stood on the highest peak of the continent, looking down at the kneeling Demonic Boars; a sense of pride like never before surged in his heart.

He had done it; he had led the Boar Race to conquer the entire continent, making humans their slaves!

...On the day the continent was unified, Fatty held a grand celebration in the palace that once belonged to the human Empire.

The Demonic Boars sang and danced,

Drinking the fine wine brewed by humans,

Eating the food grown by humans, enjoying the fruits of victory.

Fatty sat on a throne forged of gold, accepting the worship of all the Demonic Boars, his crimson pupils full of triumph.

“Long live the Great King! Long live the Boar Race!”

The cheers of the Demonic Boars were so loud the roof of the palace trembled.

Fatty raised his wine cup and drained the fine wine in one gulp.

He had finally fulfilled his wish: ruling the world and penning all of humanity.

Humans were locked in the pigpens where pigs were once kept,

Eating the worst food every day and doing the hardest labor; any slight resistance would result in being slaughtered.

Looking at the miserable state of the humans, Fatty should have felt gratified,

But his heart felt empty,

Always feeling as if something was missing.

The celebration lasted for three days and three nights, and the Demonic Boars were all immersed in the joy of victory.

But Fatty became increasingly irritable.

He sat on the throne, watching the reveling Demonic Boars below, yet not a single bit of happiness was in his heart.

He thought back to his past life in the pigpen,

Eating and sleeping every day; those days were carefree.

No need for killing, no need for revenge, no need to live in fear.

“Great King, what is wrong?”

A Demonic Boar Elder walked up to Fatty and asked respectfully.

Fatty shook his head and did not speak.

He stood up and left the throne, walking out of the palace,

And arrived at the pigpens behind the palace.

A group of humans was imprisoned here,

They were all former nobles and officials,

But now they were kept in pigpens like pigs,

Their eyes hollow, their faces sallow and thin.

Fatty walked up to one of the pigpens.

Inside was a little girl, about five or six years old.

The little girl's parents had been slaughtered by the Demonic Boars for resisting the Boar Race,

And now she was all alone.

Seeing Fatty, the little girl trembled with fear,

Hiding in a corner of the pigpen, crying softly:

“I want my daddy and mommy... I want to go home...”

Looking at the little girl's helpless eyes, Fatty's heart suddenly ached.

He thought of his past self,

He thought of Lin Mei giving him sweet potatoes,

He thought of the carefree days in the pigpen.

He suddenly realized,

What he was doing now,

Was there any difference from what the humans once did?

Humans slaughtered pigs,

Now he was slaughtering humans,

Could it be that he had become the very kind of person he hated most?

“The man-slaughtering piggy eventually becomes an evil boar...”

Fatty murmured to himself, his heart filled with pain and confusion.

He originally wanted humans to experience the pain of the piggy race,

But now, he had become a demon more cruel than humans.

He turned and left the pigpen, returning to the palace.

Sitting on the throne, Fatty looked at his claws, which still bore the residue of human blood.

He thought of the Devil King Qin Jiuge, and that sentence:

“Go and do what you want to do.”

But was what he was doing now really what he wanted to do?

“I am already tired...”

Fatty sighed, his eyes filled with loneliness.

He had conquered the world, but he had lost himself.

He had led his compatriots to resist humanity, yet he had become a new tyrant.

What was the point of such a rule?

Fatty looked up at the sky and spoke to the air:

“Demon King, thank you for giving me the power to realize my wish.”

“But I only now understand that revenge cannot bring happiness; it only brings more pain.”

“This world has already been destroyed by me.”

“I should end all of this as well.”

After saying that, Fatty mobilized all the Devilish Qi in his body, the power that Qin Jiuge had bestowed upon him.

He was going to detonate this power to destroy the world and end all this suffering.

“Boom!”

A massive explosion rang out as dark purple Devilish Qi erupted from Fatty's body,

Instantly sweeping through the entire palace, then spreading to the entire city, the entire continent, and the entire world.

“Your Majesty, why are you doing this!”

The Demonic Boars screamed in terror, but they could not resist the impact of the Devilish Qi at all, instantly turning to ash.

Humans also lost their lives under the impact of the Devilish Qi.

Fatty stood at the center of the Devilish Qi, his massive body slowly drifting away with the wind, a trace of a relieved smile on his face.

He was finally free, no longer tortured by hatred and conscience.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the pigpen of his past life,

Seeing Old Lin feeding him and stroking his head: “Fatty, that girl Amei is getting more and more troublesome...”

Seeing Lin Mei stuffing him with sweet potatoes: “Fatty, you have to eat more to grow fat~”

Seeing the days of eating and sleeping with his compatriots... “If there is a next life, I only want to be a carefree pig...”

This was Fatty's final thought.

With a loud bang, the entire world was completely destroyed, leaving only a void.

And Fatty's consciousness also gradually dissipated in this void... In the depths of the Universe, after watching all of this, Qin Jiuge remained silent, and he chanted slowly:

“Once lying in the pen, eating sweet fodder,

Suddenly met with disaster, anger crowning the head.

Sacrificing the self to strike the foe with fierce tusks,

Saving the master only to face the cold butcher's blade.

Fortunately blessed by devilish fate to grow sharp claws,