Chapter 971

"If the Demon King is not evil, then what is it?"

No one answered Artithemis's question, and no one could answer it.

Because this might be a question that even the Supreme God did not know the answer to.

The Demon King could make the omniscient and omnipotent goddess helpless, and the power of the Supreme God completely ineffective. Who would be lucky enough to see his true face?

Is it a demon?

Or is it the "she" mentioned in the slate records?

Everyone's mood became more and more complicated, and even a little irritated.

At this time, Shien glanced at Artithemis and asked.

"Didn't you challenge the Demon King before?" Shien asked straightforwardly, "As a person who directly challenged the Demon King like most of the heroes in history, you should know what kind of existence he is, right?"

Shien's words made Artithemis startled.

In her mind, the memories that had been hidden for many years were finally dug out again.

…

"Justice".

"Order".

These were the two concepts that Artithemis carried with her when she was born into the world, and they were things that she had to carry out throughout her life.

The meaning of her existence was here.

The law of her life was here.

Those who knew of her existence thought that her behavior of abiding by justice and maintaining order was a defect of being a transcendent existence. They thought that this was the price she had to pay after having too much power.

Just like her twin sister, the strongest Evil God of the Protoss, who had never officially worn a veil but had always heard of her name, the strongest Evil God of the Protoss race, from the moment she was born, perhaps she was already destined to be mentally abnormal.

But Artithemis had never thought that this was a bad thing.

She did regard justice and order as things that she had to abide by in her life, but she was not forced, nor did she have any dissatisfaction with it. Instead, she experienced a sense of fulfillment from the meaning of existence and felt a clear mission.

Because justice could bring peace to people, and order could bring peace to people. People's smiles were basically maintained by these two things. If they were lost, the world would lose something called "happiness".

In view of this, Artithemis had long made up her mind to enforce justice and establish order.

For justice, she could incarnate into a sword and cut down all the injustice in the world.

For order, she could incarnate into a shield and block all malice.

This was not only for the world, but also for herself, for things called "principles" and "missions".

This was the goddess of justice and order – Artithemis.

Of course, in the eyes of this goddess, the Demon King was the greatest evil in the world.

It was the Demon King who caused many tragedies in the world.

It was the Demon King who started the war, slaughtered countless living beings, and even raised the butcher's knife against the Supreme God who created this world, intending to trample the Supreme God under his feet and occupy this world that belonged to the Supreme God.

This was undoubtedly evil.

Since it was evil, it must be eliminated and eradicated.

Such thoughts had existed in Artithemis's mind for many years.

In the beginning, knowing the existence of the Demon King and what she had done, Artemis didn't even think about it and directly wanted to go to her door and eradicate this greatest evil existence.

Unfortunately, the three goddesses stopped her.

"No, you can't go."

"That's the Demon King. She's not someone you can deal with."

"You may be strong, but you're still a lower existence created by the Mother Goddess, and your opponent is the powerful Demon King that even the Mother Goddess feels threatened and fears. You can't go and die."

The goddess of fate Lydas, the goddess of life Anima, and the goddess of nature Nadula.

These three were the top figures of the Protoss, the immediate superiors of all the goddesses, and they personally stopped Artemis.

"If you really want to crusade against the Demon King, go find the Hero."

"The Demon King is our nemesis, and the Hero is the nemesis of the Demon King."

"Only the Hero can truly crusade against the Demon King."

This was the advice of the three goddesses, and it was common sense known to all the Protoss.

Humans from another world were summoned to save the world, heroes full of a sense of justice and mission – the "Hero."

Artithemis had long known of their existence, but she still felt happy about their existence as if she had met a confidant.

They were human heroes who walked on the path of maintaining justice and order, just like herself.

They were heroes who were mentally and mentally flawless, and Artithemis always felt very happy when she was with them.

It was said that the fundamental purpose of the Protoss being born in this world was to cultivate the Hero, assist the Hero, and allow the Hero to grow, and finally achieve the goal of crusading against the Demon King and saving the world.

Artemis had no complaints about this. She was even a goddess who was highly respected by the entire Protoss race.

If the target was the Hero, she was willing to do anything for them.

Because she knew very well that the stronger the Hero, the more help the world would receive.

The stronger they were, the more people would receive their help.

The more powerful they are, the more people will receive their salvation.

In this way, many tragedies could be prevented. Many tragedies.

Therefore, Artithemis had no complaints about this, and even actively cooperated with the three goddesses, always accompanying the Hero, helping the Hero, and allowing them to grow.

And it must be said that the Hero was indeed worth looking forward to. Not only were they amazing talents, but their growth speed was also extraordinary.

They only needed about a few years to complete the journey that ordinary people would take a lifetime to complete. This kind of thing, in other races, was simply whimsical.

Even the weakest Hero could eventually reach the Legendary Level, and with the help of the holy sword, they could even fight against the Ultimate Level, and the time needed to reach this level was just a few years.

Artithemis also saw a small number of Hero break through themselves, achieve transcendence, and finally become an existence comparable to her.

They were so excellent, so powerful, and so satisfying. If it were not for the three goddesses being willing to give them blessings, Artithemis would definitely turn all the Hero into her well-wishers, paving the way for their lives.

However, in the end, such excellent and powerful existences still fell one after another after challenging the Demon King.

The Hero who reached the Legendary Level fell on the path of growth.

The Hero who reached the Ultimate Level fell before transcendence.

As for the Hero who reached the Transcendent Level, all fell at the feet of the Demon King.

None of them could succeed.

None of them could defeat the Demon King.

One … Two … Three … Four … Dozens of Bravehearts fell one after another.

Of course, every time a Hero fell, Artithemis' heart would ache violently, and then she would have to wait for the next Hero to be summoned.

However, the frequency of the Hero's summoning was about once every few hundred years.

During these few hundred years, the people of the world had to suffer from the war, be harmed by the Demons, and struggle to survive in smoke and blood, never to be freed.

In such a situation, every time a Hero fell, in addition to heartache and sorrow, Artithemis had to watch the people of the world suffer for hundreds of years.

Pure evil continued to spread on the ground.

How could she endure this?

How could she restrain herself?

So, after an unknown number of Heroes fell, Artithemis finally could not endure it anymore.

"Stop! Artithemis! "

"Don't go!"

"You'll die!"

The panicked cries of the Goddess of Destiny, the Goddess of Life, and the Goddess of Nature sounded behind her.

But Artithemis did not stop this time, nor did she look back. She directly turned away from her superiors and went to the enemy's base camp.

Countless Demons appeared to stop her, but they were all beheaded by the silver-white swords in her hands.

Powerful Demons also came to stop her one by one, but she finally got rid of them with difficulty.

This was not only a factor of strength, but also good luck, which created this result.

Artithemis realized that there would not be a second time such luck, and there would not be a second such opportunity. She decided to gamble everything and cut the world's greatest evil under her sword, returning peace to the world.

With such determination, Artithemis entered the Demon King's castle.

Then, Artithemis successfully met the Demon King.

It was at that moment that Artithemis finally understood.

Understood what was — — "Demon".

"… Aren't you a Hero?"

When this overly pleasant voice came into Artithemis's ears, Artithemis was unable to respond to it immediately.

Her whole body was stiff, and she could not move.

Her face was pale, and her heart was shaking.

She stared fixedly at the existence sitting on the throne, bathing in the only light shining down from the skylight on the ceiling. She felt a fatal chill crawl up her body and wander all over.

Her hands holding the sword had long been trembling, and she could not lift it at all.

Clearly, that existence was just sitting there quietly.

Clearly, that existence's body did not emit any aura.

But as a goddess, her instincts told Artithemis that the existence in front of her was not something she could defeat at all.

No.

It should be said that it could unilaterally devour her, gnaw her, bite her, and firmly suppress everything she had under its feet.

That was not an enemy.

That was a natural enemy.

If she could not defeat it, she must turn around and flee when she encountered it, otherwise, she would definitely become its prey, its food, and its natural enemy.

"Ahh …"

The determination to win in Artithemis's heart had collapsed, and all that was left was deep despair.

However, the existence sitting on the throne seemed to not see her expression and whispered softly.

"Not a Hero … Not a Hero …"

That murmur was filled with exhaustion and sorrow.

Unfortunately, Artithemis could not understand the emotion in this voice at that time.

She could only vaguely hear such words.

"Why is it not a Hero?"

"When will the next Hero come?"

"I … How long do I have to wait … before …"

These words were not directed at Artithemis, but the other party was just talking to herself.

However, the exhaustion and sorrow in the other party's words were getting stronger and stronger.

Until a moment, the Demon King spoke.

"… I have no interest in the existence that is not a Hero, you can go."

When this sentence entered Artithemis's ears, Artithemis had a feeling of being pardoned.

This feeling made her feel even more humiliated and even more desperate.

"Ahh … Ahhhhhh …!"

In the end, Artemis still left, or it could be said that she fled in defeat.

The panic at that time, the scream at that time, was probably an insult that Artithemis could not forget for the rest of her life.

But this was the end of the only person in the world who had challenged the Demon King except for the Hero.