Chapter 1303: Triumphant Return

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His words had not yet finished when they cut off abruptly.

Because his neck had been brutally pierced through by the Undead Lord's long sword.

Fresh blood gushed wildly, spraying out from between his neck, quickly dyeing the air around him red.

Hiss hiss~ Blood kept splattering, soon wetting the armor of the Demon General. It also stained the bodies of the Lord of Destruction and the Undead Lord.

The Demon General's face was full of stunned color; he had never dreamed that his life would come to an end just like this.

He lowered his head, staring at his own neck, a deep shade of disbelief surfacing in his eyes.

In the end, the light in his eyes began to dim, and finally vanished without a trace; his entire body slowly toppled over.

The Undead Lord withdrew his long sword, then walked slowly toward the Demon General.

He chopped off the other's head, held it in one hand, and shouted loudly at the Demon soldiers still fighting around them.

Your Demon General is dead. Lay down your arms and surrender.

Looking at the corpse of the Demon General lying on the ground, those Demon soldiers all turned ashen, but for some unknown reason, at this moment they fought even more frantically.

"Bastards, you killed our General. Avenge the General, to the death, no rest."

"To the death, no rest!"

"To the death, no rest!!"

Seeing this scene, the Undead Lord furrowed his brow, showing no mercy whatsoever. He tossed the now lifeless head aside, then swung his long blade and began slaughtering the surrounding Demon soldiers.

And the Lord of Destruction also did not hesitate in the slightest; he raised the sword in his hand and followed after him.

The Demon soldiers simply could not withstand the assault of the two of them, falling one after another into pools of blood; only a mere handful survived by sheer luck.

The surviving Demons pressed close together, leaning on their comrades to hold their own bodies upright.

Their gazes fixed deadly still on the Undead Lord and the Lord of Destruction, as if they meant to burn the appearance of these two into their hearts with that very stare.

Your General is dead. As long as you surrender, I promise to spare your lives.

The Undead Lord stood among the Demon soldiers gripping his long blade, his legs trembling ceaselessly; he too knew these Demon soldiers were not afraid of death.

But he still wished to shatter their will.

The Undead Lord's words struck like a bolt from a clear sky, instantly plunging those Demon soldiers into an abyss.

That's right—even that noble Demon General had already died, so everyone remaining here was doomed.

Having thought through these facts, the Demon soldiers one after another picked up their swords.

"Still want to fight, hm?"

The Lord of Destruction, Lord Aosaide. Kas, upon seeing this scene, muttered to himself.

But what happened next came as a slight surprise to everyone.

They only saw those Demon soldiers raise their swords—against their own necks.

"Great Lord Demon God, we have failed your expectations. We are willing to atone with our deaths, and in the next life we shall repay you."

One soldier after another raised their swords against their own throats.