The young man stood on the ground with a pale face. He stared at his hands with his eyes wide open.
"Hero? Me?"
"Yes, Raas. You could have become a Hero."
The Demon King said calmly.
Raas could not believe his words. Hero? Himself? Even though he had fantasized about being a brave man and a hero since he was young, as he grew older, he knew that such things were becoming more and more impossible.
Heroes were already dazzling when they were young. For example, Army God Anmihu was already one of the top swordsmen in the world when he was Raas' age. The second prince of the Dragon Boat Empire, Xiang Long, had high attainments in magic machines and martial arts. The princess of the Luas Empire, White Duris, was a genius mage. She learned a lot of magic when she was four or five years old. After Anmihu, Anluo was struck by lightning when he was born. He survived and obtained the power of lightning. They were all blessed by the heavens and were born extraordinary.
But he was just an ordinary person without any special skills. How could he be considered a Hero?
However, this was no longer important, because … the Demon King had taken away this possibility.
"Your friend is right. I'm helping you because I want something from you, and that something is a certain future for you. A future as a Hero."
"But how can I become a Hero?"
Raas was puzzled.
Of course, this would not happen to him under normal circumstances. But don't forget that the person in front of him was the Demon King who had nurtured countless generations of Heroes.
"Everyone has limitless possibilities. Not everyone is born extraordinary. Many famous people only shine in the later half of their lives. In fact, I am the same. In the first half of my life, my strength was very ordinary, or even low. "
The Demon King felt that he was blowing his own trumpet. Strictly speaking, he was not lying.
Raas lowered his head. He was happy because he could have become a Hero, but he was more sad because of the death of his friend and the loss of the opportunity to become a Hero.
"Now we don't owe each other anything. You are free, Raas. Do what you want to do. No matter what decision you make, I will respect your choice."
The Demon King said with a smile.
Raas nodded. He turned around in disappointment and walked out the door.
The youth left with disappointment. He wasn't disappointed in a certain person or certain people, but rather in this world. He understood that Sir Demon King didn't save him by chance. He knew his situation, but he didn't save Yi Qi because Yi Qi was useless to him.
And now, she had lost her value to him.
"Hey, you're still alive, lucky kid."
"What's wrong? Don't be too sad. "
When he walked outside, some people who knew him greeted him, but Raas did not respond. He walked past them like a zombie. At this moment, he only had one thought, and that was to go back, go back to Ma Qi's place and live a normal life, just like his parents. At least he wouldn't have to go through so many terrible things …
The Demon King took a deep breath and looked at his hand. There was a small crescent moon stone in his palm. It emitted an unbelievable blue light, and the light made the Demon King feel a piercing pain.
That's right, this was the source of the Hero's power. It was an organ that only the Hero had. It could store some kind of destructive power from the sun, and it was the only creature in the world that could use this power.
Once the Hero died, this strange organ would disappear, just like the soul, and disappear without a trace. A special method had to be used to take it out of the body.
And now, the Hero was no longer the only one who could use the power of the Hero. There was also a certain Demon King.
The Demon King Richard held the crescent moon stone. Its light was covered by dark magic.
… …
Dark clouds surged in the sky. Fierce winds howled on the ground. Soldiers galloped in the blizzard.
Boom!
With the sound of thunder and the light of cannon fire, a great battle began. The soldiers' shouts turned into notes in the wind. Countless bolts of lightning and flames intertwined. Death fell silent in the explosion.
A black knight stood in the wind, leading the well-equipped black army. He pulled out his sword, pointed to the sky, and shouted.
The sky seemed to have heard his voice. Suddenly, a ray of light from the sky shone down and hit the knight in black. His sword emitted light, illuminating this turbid world.
Humans yearned for light. When this holy light appeared, the soldiers fighting each other looked up. They forgot that they were still stabbed by the enemy's daggers and swords. The leader of the Eagle Regiment on the city wall widened his eyes. When he saw the light, he suddenly understood something.
He had already lost. No matter how good his plan was, he couldn't turn the tables because he couldn't fight against fate.
That's right, that light was fate. Someone shouted its name.
"Hero!!!"
The shout passed through the battlefield and reached George's ears. He opened his eyes wide and revealed an expression of disbelief.
The hero was born. That light was the light when the hero appeared. It was announcing this to the world.
At this time, in the distant King's City, the Ice Hero Gianna raised her head. She walked to the balcony and looked at the light in the sky. The Dragon Hero, who was flying in the ocean, raised his head and looked at the distant horizon with the soldiers who had forgotten their work. There was a color similar to the aurora there. On the highest peak of Rhode Island, the young master of the Limitless Sect stood on the cliff and looked at the sky. In the snow, the proud female hero put her hands on her waist and looked at the light in the mountain range.
They said the same thing at the same time, "Hero."
In the cave of dark flames, the evil dragon opened its eyes. The flames burned, and a dragon roar sounded in the sky. The Beastman King sitting on the throne slowly opened his eyes. He bared his fangs and was full of fighting spirit. In a volcano spewing lava, the elemental Demon King floated out. He roared, and the volcanoes around him erupted at the same time.
They all knew and understood one thing.
A new hero had been born. He was the last hero of this generation, the seventh. This meant that the current situation was about to change, and an unprecedented war was about to erupt.
No one knew that the source was in a small country, a small city, and a small battle.
The last soldiers of the Eagle Regiment stood on the city wall, looking at the shattered city gate and the countless enemies. Their commander, George, gritted his teeth and let out a monstrous roar before leaping down from the city wall.
They turned into monsters, but this didn't change anything. In the end, their bodies were displayed and kept as evidence of their crimes.
The eagle regiment was a demon, and the black knight was a new hero named Klaus the Hero. He would become the first hero of Karlis and the first hero king.
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