Chapter 723: Haven't Even Exerted Force Yet, and the Hero Has Already Fallen

"He's very interested in you," Tang Luo gestured with the Isaac in his hand, looking at the Hero as he spoke.

The Hero set down the three girls on his body, and flames coiled around that ice arm of his.

The Hero's Sword in his hand flickered bright and dim, powerful energy continuously converging and pouring into the Hero's body.

His hair stood on end, making him look like a Super Saiyan.

"Anubis..."

Squeezing out Tang Luo's alias from between his teeth, the Hero's expression turned grave to the utmost degree.

At this moment, the dazed Isaac, who had been dragged along by Tang Luo, regained consciousness, and without a word smashed both fists heavily toward Tang Luo's wrist.

A deafening boom.

Violent power spread out from where Tang Luo stood, and the Hero instantly raised the Hero's Sword before him, forming a hemispherical defense.

Shielding himself and the three Merlin girls behind it.

The surrounding ground turned riddled with holes, a maze of gullies, sinking downward, turning the spot where the Hero and the others stood into a small rise.

The smoke and dust quickly dissipated.

Tang Luo maintained his original posture, unchanged.

His right hand hung naturally, still gripping Isaac's head.

Isaac, in a supine pose, had his lower half dragged along the ground while his upper body was lifted off the ground, using his head as a "support."

His hands were clenched in fists, maintaining the posture of having slammed into Tang Luo's wrist, and could be seen trembling faintly.

These two punches, Isaac felt he hadn't slammed into someone's wrist.

But into some unknown indestructible thing.

Isaac felt that even his true body wasn't this "hard" — no, it should be said it fell far short.

What's the deal with "this batch" of brats?

How can there be such a hard bastard, and it's not just "hard" either.

His faintly trembling hands lowered — they had to lower; the Demon King body Isaac possessed had both arms completely numb and damaged, simply unable to lift them.

And the hand gripping his head was closing.

This fellow who barely counted as a youth, five fingers locked around his head, could blow it apart at any moment.

Having his head blown off, Isaac naturally wouldn't die; he could still swap bodies.

But swapping a body, there absolutely wouldn't be one more usable than the current Demon King body.

The Hero, under the Hero's Sword's defensive protection, glanced at the surrounding traces of destruction, stuck out his tongue and licked his cracked lips, suppressing the unease in his heart: "Anubis, with strength like yours you could completely find a chance to kill me, why go to the trouble of mixing in by my side?"

"Because it's interesting." Tang Luo smiled, lifting Isaac before his face, "What about you, why are you so interested in the Hero?"

"Heh heh." Isaac laughed, "Because he's the same as me."

Same identity!

"Oh?" Tang Luo raised a brow slightly, "He's the same as you, how come I can't see it?"

Although it wasn't stated outright, Isaac could basically confirm he was already a "cleared" God-Demon Walker.

As for the Hero, Tang Luo had interacted with him for several months, yet couldn't see any place similar to a God-Demon Walker on this guy.

Could it be amnesia?

Or, like Cain Sitter, a runaway failure?

Or perhaps both combined?

"How long have you stayed in this world? After a long time, you should have discovered the strangeness of this world, right?" Isaac was thrown to the ground by Tang Luo.

He lay there very straightforwardly, not moving.

If he moved, he'd have to repair his thoroughly shattered bones — before throwing Isaac down, Tang Luo shook his hand, completely pulverizing the bones throughout his body.

This degree of injury was nothing to Isaac, recoverable in a short time.

Tang Luo wanted to see an attitude.

If you take the initiative to recover, then go die.

Don't recover, and we can still chat.

Isaac put away most of his arrogance, demonstrating his attitude with action.

"It is a bit strange," Tang Luo said.

Actually, everyone has more or less sensed the strangeness of this world.

All kinds of ruins, the designated Hero and Demon King, and the upright yet declining demon race, the Dragon-Aotian-style Hero.

Always feels like something's off somewhere.

Ao Yulie once suspected whether this world was the world of some Cherry Blossom Island transmigration light novel.

Where everyone inside has stat panels and such.

"Of course it's strange, because this world is the 'Hero-sama's' back garden," Isaac said.

Struggling to wriggle his body, he looked toward the Hero, that posture looking just like a maggot.

Giving one a creepy chill.

"... What are you two talking about?" The Hero's face was overcast, like dark clouds shrouding it.

Fighting wasn't an option, fleeing wasn't an option, listening to the two spouting weird nonsense.

The Demon King and the Miracle King of the demon race, what exactly are they up to.

The strangeness and discord between the two, is that his chance to turn the tables?

Yes, even so, the Hero still didn't give up hope, searching for a sliver of survival in this desperate situation.

"He and I are the same, neither of us is our true body, merely descending here. And to have more fun, he even voluntarily sealed his memories," Isaac spilled everything.

Compared to his initial pride, he could truly be called able to bend and stretch.

"Why are you messing around in someone else's backyard?" Tang Luo asked Isaac.

"Of course it's to dig up the wall, and have a little fun while I'm at it." Isaac looked at the hero with utter malice.

It made the hero's skin crawl.

This guy's gaze was very abnormal.

It wasn't hatred or anger, but mockery laced with malice.

This malice was different from Anubis's mischief—deep and malicious, making the hero feel a chill.

Like Anubis's immense power, the feeling it gave the hero.

"I'm actually someone else?"

The hero pondered.

"Hahahahaha!" Isaac suddenly burst out laughing, "He believed it, he believed it—look at this poor little thing's expression, he really believed it."

Suddenly, Isaac's laughing expression vanished completely, turning ice-cold: "Idiot."

He spat out the two words coldly and mockingly.

The hero's face flushed red instantly, with veins bulging on his forehead.

He could accept defeat in battle, but not this insult.

The light from the hero's sword in his hand blazed so fiercely it made Tang Luo squint.

In the moment Tang Luo squinted, the hero swung the sword in his hand.

The sword light detached from the blade and surged toward Tang Luo's position.

Tang Luo just stood there, easily blocking the hero's explosively unleashed furious strike.

By now, the hero had actually long surpassed the original limit of ten uses, the hero's sword in his hand seeming to have no limit.

Allowing him to unleash great power.

The sword light not being able to harm Tang Luo doesn't mean it can't harm Isaac.

Hidden within the seemingly simple light were tens of thousands of extremely sharp blades, slicing everything in their path into countless fragments.

Isaac's flesh and blood vanished in the sword light, leaving only a skull with five small depressions and a pile of tiny bone fragments.

After delivering this strike, the hero was utterly exhausted, leaning on his sword for support, panting as he looked at Tang Luo.

The Demon King is already dead; only this Miracle King remains.

Behind him, the three Merlin girls watched the hero anxiously.

"Well, that's pretty impressive now—let's team up." The Demon King's body was reduced to just a skull, its hollow eye sockets suddenly igniting with two oil-green flames.

Isaac controlled the skull as it floated midair, the lower jawbone constantly trembling, upper and lower teeth clacking together, forming eerie yet complete words.

"Team up?"

"Yeah." Isaac said, "I said this is his backyard—once he truly wakes up, we're probably screwed."

Someone sneaking into the backyard to cause trouble—can that be tolerated?

"Then why did you come in?" Tang Luo said.

"Before I came in, I never thought there'd be someone messing things up." Isaac said helplessly, "This is completely different from the plan."

Meaning, if it weren't for Tang Luo suddenly popping up as a troublemaker.

He had a perfect plan to take down the hero and achieve his goal.

"How do you want to team up?" Tang Luo said.

The hero fixed his gaze tightly on Tang Luo and the skull, straining to recover.

Unfortunately, the hero's sword had also suffered heavy consumption, the light on it rather dim.

Even the hero himself had exited the Super Saiyan state.

"I'm thinking, at the moment he 'dies,' that guy will truly wake up—then you strike, with your strength enough to briefly suppress him, after which I'll deliver the fatal blow." Isaac said, "Then we can kick him out of this world."

"Then this world can be ours to do with as we please."

Tang Luo chuckled lightly, pointing at the hero: "He heard all of that."

"What's there to fear?" Isaac said carelessly, "A truly perfect plan is one where even if everyone knows about it and shouts it across the world, it still proceeds smoothly."

The plan's variable lies in this somewhat strange little thing—bring him over, and the variable disappears.

Perfect!

"But what use is this world to me?" Tang Luo said, "I'm just a passerby."

Gods and demons walking will surely leave the mission world.

"Hmph." Isaac snorted twice, "Since I'm your senior, naturally I have a way to let you escape these damned missions early and gain true freedom."

"Really?"

"Don't believe me? We can sign a contract right now." Isaac said, "You should also realize that in this world, I'm not your match, and you have nothing to lose either way."

"Do it now?"

"No, first kick him out—otherwise we'll all die, no, wait, it's you who's doomed." Isaac said, as the skull opened its mouth.

A strange green light burst from the skull's mouth, instantly striking the hero's chest.

"Come on!" he roared.

Tang Luo stood in place, unmoving.

"Why aren't you going up!" Isaac's voice sounded flustered and exasperated.

"Because he looks like he's about to die." Tang Luo pointed at the hero, "I also don't feel any powerful consciousness awakening."

Isaac's green light left a bowl-sized wound on the hero's chest.

The heart, this vital point, was completely destroyed.

The hero's head slowly lowered, gazing at the wound on his chest, face full of disbelief, unable to believe he had lost his life in the enemy's casual banter.

An expression of shock, anger, pain, and helplessness froze on his face.

His body slowly knelt to the ground; the hero was dead, yet his two hands still clutched the Hero's Sword in a death grip.

The three women behind him turned deathly pale; Merlin cried out in alarm and fainted outright.

The remaining two fared no better.

"..."

"..."

Tang Luo looked at Isaac; Isaac's skull face also looked at Tang Luo.

This isn't what was agreed upon!

Tang Luo hadn't even exerted force, and the hero had already fallen.