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"Slaughter the Hero?"

The Pope's voice completely cracked, and he almost choked and passed out.

What was the Hero?

That was the last hope of mankind, the only existence capable of fighting the Demon King!

"You, you, you..." The Pope pointed at Ye Chuan, his hand trembling.

"Your Excellency Xi Xi! How could you say such a thing! Without the Hero, it is absolutely impossible for us to defeat the Demon King!"

"Hope?" Ye Chuan casually played with the Hero's Sword in his hand. "A hope that requires sacrificing over ninety percent of the human race to unleash its power... Hm..."

To Ye Chuan, this kind of victory, which came at the cost of annihilating the entire race, was no different from defeat.

One could even ask the Hero,

"What exactly did you protect?!"

However, to deal with the Demon King, Ye Chuan did indeed need the Hero's power. He wasn't sure if hacking at the Demon King with this blank sword would have any effect.

Kalisia stood to the side. She didn't understand all these complex matters, but after spending some time with Ye Chuan, even if it wasn't long, Kalisia knew clearly that Ye Chuan was not a selfish person.

Lord Xi Xi must have his reasons for doing so.

Right at this moment, the entire Holy Mountain suddenly trembled violently!

The warm golden light barrier that originally enveloped the entire city of Fanta instantly dimmed, like a candle blown out by the wind, not leaving even a single trace of light.

The magic array surrounding the altar also extinguished at the same time, completely losing its luster.

"Oh no!" The Pope realized something, his expression changing slightly. "The grand array has failed! Without the Hero's Sword as its core, the array has lost its power."

He abruptly turned around and said to Ye Chuan, "Your Excellency Xi Xi! Please return the Hero's Sword to the altar! Without the barrier, the demon army will attack soon!"

"Put it back?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow and casually stored the Hero's Sword into his spatial backpack.

There was no reason to spit out something that had already fallen into my hands.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"But..." the Pope said, yet not daring to show the slightest disrespect toward Ye Chuan.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a magic array with an incomplete Hero's Sword." Ye Chuan walked to the center of the altar. "I'll just set up a new one for you, ten thousand times better."

As his voice fell, he raised his hand, and the power of chaos directly began to merge into the magic array.

The moment it touched the altar, the originally extinguished magic array was instantly lit up again. Only this time, it was no longer a warm golden color, but a profound dark color that seemed capable of devouring everything.

Power flowed rapidly across the surface of the array, spreading outward layer upon layer, instantly covering the entire Holy Mountain and extending to the city of Fanta below.

A dark barrier, tens of thousands of times thicker than before, appeared out of thin air above the city of Fanta.

The Pope stood in place, looking at the new barrier above his head, and feeling that majestic power far beyond his imagination, his whole body stiffened.

"This... this power..." the Pope spoke with a trembling voice. The look in his eyes as he gazed at Ye Chuan had reached the pinnacle of awe.

"Your Excellency Xi Xi, your tenth-tier realm... why is it completely different from my tenth-tier?"

He was also a tenth-tier Sanctuary!

But his tenth-tier, in front of this wisp of power casually overflowing from Ye Chuan, was inferior to even an ant.

This was simply not the power of the same realm!

Suddenly, a terrifying thought surfaced in the Pope's mind.

Ye Chuan casually glanced back at him. "Who told you I was only at the tenth tier?"

"More than the tenth tier?!"

The Pope's mind went completely blank.

Above the tenth tier?

What realm was that?

Wasn't the legendary magician Xi Xi from a thousand years ago a tenth-tier Grand Magus?!

Could it be... this lord's strength had already surpassed his former self from a thousand years ago, reaching a brand new realm that no one could match?

Ye Chuan didn't explain further, nor could he be bothered to.

"You have recorded so many things here, is there any record regarding the birth of a Hero?" Ye Chuan asked the Pope. After all, the Holy Church might have some methods regarding these matters.

"This..." The Pope pondered for a long while, and finally couldn't help but shake his head.

Even he had no way to hasten the birth of a Hero.

In other words, if it could be done, the Holy Nation of Light would have done it long ago, and wouldn't have been invaded by the demon race to this extent.

If a Hero existed, how could the human race be so passive?

"How can we get a Hero to appear?" Ye Chuan was also conflicted.

Destroy the pastures?

Or wipe out the people in the Holy City?

The numbers are far from enough, right?

...

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the demon race's core territory.

Three figures were standing in the center of the hall, looking down at the black silhouette on the throne.

The leader was a bald, muscular man, bare-chested, his body covered in black patterns resembling spatial rifts. The space around him was slightly distorted. This was none other than the Space Demon Lord among the Eight Great Demon Lords, Cullen.

On his left was a woman wearing a tattered gray robe. Her face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of cloudy eyes. Dark green plague mist lingered around her. She was the Plague Demon Lord, Morgana.

On his right was a little boy who looked to be only seven or eight years old, wearing an exquisite black suit, playing with a silver pocket watch in his hand. He was the most mysterious among the Eight Great Demon Lords, the Time Demon Lord, Chronos.

The figure on the throne remained hidden in the darkness, their face unclear.

She casually tossed something, and an entirely pitch-black, spike-covered treasure landed in Cullen's hand.

The moment the spike appeared, the temperature in the entire hall instantly dropped to the freezing point. The rich, evil aura almost materialized, making even the three Demon Lords frown involuntarily.

"The Realm-Piercing Spike," the Demon King's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"It can break through all rule-level defenses, and it can also open that barrier. I will leave that old fool Gregory to the three of you."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Cullen tightly gripped the Realm-Piercing Spike in his hand, a ferocious smile appearing on his face.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty. The Holy Mountain's barrier won't withstand a single blow. That old fool Gregory, and the man who killed Kassiel, the three of us joining forces will definitely bring their heads back to present to you."

"Go, attack the Holy Mountain," the Demon King's voice sounded again, carrying a cold killing intent.

"I want to see Gregory's head."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The three Demon Lords bowed together, then turned into three streaks of light, rushing out of the demon palace and speeding toward the direction of the Holy Mountain in the east.

On the dark throne, the figure slowly took out a water mirror, and upon the water mirror, Ye Chuan's figure quickly emerged.

"Why," the Demon King said faintly. "Why is it that every time I am about to succeed, some guy always appears to stop me?"

"I cannot fail."

"I... want to go back."