The Vanished Demon King (Prologue)

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Prologue: The End of the Road 　　(
7000 words ) 　　A thunderous roar echoed through the ancient black hall. Obscure, incomprehensible magical runes rose from the ground like twisted serpents 　　, flashing rapidly across the hall's surface. 　　Dozens of meters from the hall's entrance, standing and hovering in mid-air, were countless figures clad in silver standard armor 　　. They formed a column around the hall, like swarms of orderly termites, slowly devouring 　　the palace. 　　"Mage teams 1, 3, and 5, retreat! Teams 2, 4, and 6, advance! Target area A! Use Ice 　　Cone in 30 seconds!" 　　Amidst the clanging of metal, armored soldiers swiftly advanced, while those at the front 　　retreated in an orderly fashion from the flanks. Once the front ranks were in position, the soldiers in the back, empowered by legion magic, slowly floated into the air and 　　flew towards their designated positions. In no time, they formed a three-dimensional human wall in front of the hall, their 　　eyes fixed on their target like those of hawks. 　　If the crowd were the surface and their gaze the line, it would form a giant cone—just like their 　　unit's name—Spikes. 　　"Ice Cone Spell, prepare!" 　　The commander's voice amplified throughout the ranks. Simultaneously, the soldiers stretched out their hands, and 　　wisps of icy cold air slowly gathered in their palms. Then, countless crystal-clear, sharp ice cones began to 　　take shape. 　　"3, 2, 1! Release!" 　　As soon as the words were spoken, countless white streaks of light shot out, carrying gusts of cold air, heading straight for the palace 　　gates. 　　With a whooshing sound, the fastest ice spike had already struck the crimson-black 　　gate inlaid with dazzling gold patterns. In the instant of impact, the gate's surface shimmered with light, and the ice spike instantly transformed into a white 　　rain of light, scattering icy glints. 　　Simultaneously, beyond this continuous barrage of light, countless more ice spikes materialized. 　　Further away, several colossal war fortresses and magical airships, shrouded in mist, loomed in shadow, 　　yet exuded an imposing aura, seemingly intimidating any demonic races that might come to their aid. 　　"As expected of the strongest shield in the Demon Realm, it has actually held out for two hours. However, in another hour, the strongest 　　myth should be about to break." 　　High in the sky not far away, an old man in a simple military uniform stood with his hands behind his back, sighing softly. Behind him, 　　two middle-aged men in ornate military uniforms, half a body length away, quickly praised, "General Ji's 　　command is truly effective; breaking the Demon Realm's shield was effortless." 　　Hearing this, the old man waved his hand dismissively, chuckling, " 　　That's too much, too much. To withstand the legion's continuous attacks for so long is already a terrifying defense. You must understand, even a Sword Saint 　　couldn't last five minutes under such attacks." 　　Suddenly, his expression turned serious, as if he had thought of something. His aura surged, and his powerful voice resounded in all directions: 　　"All legions, take note: if the Demon King escapes, do not intercept him; report his location immediately. The task of capturing the Demon King will 　　be handled by a dedicated Demon Hunter team." 　　Two more words of praise, showing consideration for the soldiers, reached the old man's ears. 　　In stark contrast to the clamor and chaos outside, the black palace remained remarkably calm, seemingly 　　unaffected by the outside world, the ear-piercing roar completely shut out. 　　However, *crack* 　　—another crack appeared on the four golden-red dragon pillars supporting the main hall. These once majestic pillars, reinforced by countless demonic giants 　　, were now riddled with cracks, as if they would shatter and collapse at any moment. 　　He leaned against the black throne, his gaze unfathomable, seemingly piercing through the magnificent, prison-like palace. 　　He was the master of the palace, a king who aweed all ancestors, yet he showed no reaction to the impending fall of this palace 　　, or rather, he simply didn't care. 　　His gaze swept around, noticing the familiar symbols outside the palace gates, a slight smile playing on his lips as 　　he uttered each awe-inspiring name as if reciting a familiar tale. 　　"Heh... The Hundred Cities Alliance, the Magic Association, the Martial Alliance..." 　　His gaze quickly shifted, piercing the mist to reveal colossal structures in the distance. He chuckled, then 　　his gaze abruptly focused on the deck of an empty ship behind him. Several figures stood there, their features indistinct. 　　Judging from their builds, they seemed young, but their aura was exceptionally striking, especially their eyes, which gleamed with golden 　　flames. 　　"Remnants of the Divine Realm..." 　　He concentrated his remaining magic power in his eyes, trying to make out their blurry faces, but clearly, powerful figures 　　had concealed their auras and features, preventing him from seeing through them. He could only make out those strange eyes. 　　"Barecloth?" he muttered to himself, "Too bad..." 　　"Demon King, you're truly doomed this time!" 　　A muffled yet intensely hateful female voice came from beside him. 　　"The mortal realm won't accept you, the demon realm has abandoned you. For two years, you've been trapped like a caged beast 　　within this false luxury. Do you dare step out of the palace gates?!" 　　Seemingly amused by this statement, his gaze paused, a half-smile playing on his lips. 　　"You dare not! Because countless people in the mortal realm want to destroy you, and the elders of the demon realm are even preparing to replace you 　　. And you, um..." The woman's voice abruptly paused, then continued, "You can only remain trapped 　　in this desolate palace, awaiting death." 　　"Goddess Lingyou, aren't you tired of talking so much?" He gently brushed away 　　the tangled black hair clinging to the woman's cheeks with sweat, amusedly watching the naked body, her hands gripping his shoulders, rising and falling against his chest 　　. 　　A giant dragon moved in and out of the secluded valley, creating ripples on the water. 　　"Don't touch me! You damned, heartless bastard!" Yue Lingyou's voice suddenly rose several octaves, 　　but no matter how she resisted, her body had already become accustomed to his scent, trembling with excitement at his touch 　　, and a flush suddenly rose on her snow-white skin. 　　"Ahhh—" 　　His two hands suddenly grasped the woman's two full, smooth breasts, like solidified cream, and slowly kneaded them, no longer paying attention to...

Ignoring the outside noise, he spoke strangely, "What's wrong with you today? You're acting like a virgin who's never been with anyone. This
isn't how you usually treat your master."
These words seemed to flip a strange switch; Yue Lingyou's beautiful face flushed even more. He could feel
the fingers gripping his shoulders suddenly tighten, and the penis piercing his valley
swelled again, stimulated by the suddenly contracting layers of flesh.
Her body's instinctive reaction intensified Yue Lingyou's shame and anger. For decades, her body had been trained by that damned demon king to be
extremely sensitive; she would react horribly to almost any of his movements. Seeing that familiar penis would
involuntarily arouse her. She suspected that her own shape had completely become
that of the demon king's penis, which should be chopped up and fed to the dogs. And once held in the demon king's arms, smelling that familiar scent, her whole body would become limp
, allowing that damned demon king to play with her at will. Later, her body developed strange, terrifying reactions
. Once away from the Demon King, she became extremely irritable and easily angered, like the withdrawal symptoms of drug addiction.
With each forced act of intercourse, this fear gradually subsided; after all, she probably couldn't escape
his grasp.
It wasn't until recent years, when his aura rapidly weakened, that she realized
his injuries had been worsening since bringing her back from the God Realm, and he could no longer suppress them.
Seeing Yue Lingyou suddenly in a dazed state, he curiously twitched his brow, thrusting his hips forward, his penis
breaking through the layers of flesh, kissing the woman's clitoris deeply.
Instantly, Yue Lingyou snapped back to reality, grabbing his neck with both hands, her face flushed, and said, "I'm going to kill you!"
"Trying to kill me by squeezing me like this?" he chuckled, completely ignoring Yue Lingyou's weak strength, his hands
moving down from her ample breasts to grasp her slender waist, beginning his assault.
Active and passive are completely different feelings, like the red rash caused by mosquito bites in the countryside. One
is the extreme pleasure of actively scratching, while the other is the soothing feeling of being gently stroked. Each has its unique flavor, and Yue
Lingyou is like that rare poisonous mosquito, both of which he desires.
Over the past thousand years, although he has had intimate relations with many women for various reasons, including saints and even goddesses, Yue
Lingyou has managed to squeeze into the top three among these many competitors. He just wonders
if those once beautiful women have turned into dust or a piece of withered bone.
However, ha, some people probably still hate him to this day. They don't have the problem of lifespan. Thinking this
, his waist gradually accelerated.
"Ugh..." Feeling the penis penetrating him again and again, Yue Lingyou gritted her teeth, enduring
the tingling pleasure spreading from her spine. Her red lips parted slightly, about to refute, but what came out first was a long-suppressed,
melodious moan, which made her extremely ashamed.
She had done far more humiliating things before, so what was there to be ashamed of?
Those shameful memories flashed through her mind as if they were still fresh from yesterday. She licked her dry,
red lips and said with a strange anger, "Let me down! I won't do it anymore!"
His expression remained unchanged. He heard this phrase almost every now and then, and he was used to it.
After all, she was just being arrogant; if he really wanted her to get down, she had never done it, except for
those memorable days when she first came to the Demon King's Palace.
So he stopped, glanced at the woman in front of him, and then gestured forward. However, he
never expected to actually see that scene, which seemed to exist only in his distant memories, again.
Yue Lingyou held onto his shoulders, gritting her teeth, her eyes filled with sorrow and determination. She seemed not to have considered
the meaning of what she was doing; she was simply carrying out her own will.
With a slight tremor of her delicate body, Yue Lingyou's snow-white buttocks rose little by little, and
the engorged penis, which had been completely submerged in her honeyed orifice, gradually revealed its menacing shaft.
The warm, wetness receded, and he felt a chill. As if to dispel this strange coolness, he
thrust his hips forward, and his penis smoothly plunged back into that warm source of moisture. This simple movement rendered Yue Lingyou
's efforts futile, and the sudden attack of the penis caused her vaginal canal to contract abruptly several times, overflowing with honeyed fluid,
bringing her a small climax. Yet Yue Lingyou didn't speak, nor did she glare at him. She simply breathed heavily a few times before
trying to get up again.
His shoulders trembled slightly, but his upper body remained motionless. His eyes flickered for a moment.
He knew her physical condition; after being played with for nearly two hours, her already sensitive body was already
unbearable, especially with all her strength gone. Her body's recovery speed was only that of an ordinary person.
But seemingly deliberately testing the strength of Yue Lingyou's will, he pushed again, even using a bit of force
, and Yue Lingyou's attempt to rise was once again thwarted.
Even after repeatedly preventing her from rising, during the lull after a powerful climax, Yue Lingyou succeeded
.
Finally, a stream of glistening nectar slid from the deep opening that quickly closed without the support of his penis,
dripping onto his thigh.
He finally realized that Yue Lingyou seemed unusual at this moment; something had changed.
He quietly watched her struggle to grip his thigh, slowly climbing down from the throne, then standing
before it, her delicate body trembling, her legs shaking, facing him with the same pride as when they first met.
Back then, he was the dark avenger, and she was in the prime of her youth, radiant and dazzling, a once-in-a-century
cultivation prodigy in the divine realm.
Alas, fate is so cruel, and the human heart is the most difficult to understand. He couldn't see through it then, but now that he understood everything, all
that remained in his heart was anger.
So he chose revenge, to exact revenge on the masterminds hidden behind the scenes.
She was merely one of countless people caught in the crossfire of this thousand-year-long feast of revenge.
After all, her surname was Yue, and she was the granddaughter of his enemy. Seeing her youthful exuberance, he would wistfully recall
some of his early companions and the joyful times they had fought together.
But the naive young man didn't know that when he grasped that sword, a meticulously crafted stage,
a grand deception, would slowly unfold around him.
However, these fragments had been buried deep in the corners of his memory, covered in dust and blurred.
"Cough cough—" He covered his lips, swallowing the blood that spilled from his throat. His time was running out; he had to
get rid of this troublesome person first. A secret hidden deep within his heart could only be unleashed by him alone
.
Looking at the woman before him, who seemed immensely proud to have escaped his embrace, his brows furrowed slightly as he
pondered.
Having broken free from his embrace and facing him, Yue Lingyou fell into a strange state of bewilderment.
What should she do next?
Should she kneel on the ground as usual, begging for his forgiveness for her insolence? Or should she coquettishly crawl back onto his body,
seeking pleasure again? Or should she turn her back to him, spreading her buttocks to seduce him into conquering her? Or should she endlessly curse this
damned demon king, wishing him a quick death?
She didn't know, so she remained silent. The only thing she knew for sure was that he was truly going to die.
Was nearly 20 years of humiliation finally coming to an end? She pondered, from her initial inability to commit suicide,
to later transferring all her hatred and anger onto this damned demon king, the suicidal thoughts gradually fading, and now
, everything was about to end.
But why was there no color of emotion in her heart, only a chaotic void?
"Are you afraid?" His calm voice reached her ears.
Afraid? What was there to be afraid of? She had endured countless days of humiliation.
"You are afraid of death."
Her body trembled even more, glaring angrily at the damned demon king before her. When had she ever been afraid of death?
If it weren't for him constantly stopping her suicide…
"Heh? Are you afraid that no one will satisfy you after I die? Ha—cough cough…"
She was furious, but then she saw a trickle of bright red blood uncontrollably oozing from the corner of the damned demon king's mouth.
"You…red blood…" Her eyes widened, her mouth agape, questioning incredulously, "You…
are not a demon?!"
"You are—a human?!"
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then suddenly fell silent.
Yue Lingyou's expression was filled with confusion. Her body seemed to have lost its strength, and she collapsed to the ground,
shaking her head and muttering in bewilderment, "Why is a human the Demon King of the Demon Realm? How could a human destroy my
family and the entire God Realm?"
He was speechless. After all, he didn't need to explain the cause and reason to her; that was his
story alone.
"You should leave. This place can only hold out for another half hour. You know that place. Go that way, and
no one will find you." He looked up at the four almost non-existent pillars around him and said calmly.
"Or are you planning to die for me?" A smile appeared in his eyes.
Yue Lingyou looked up and saw him laughing. He dared to laugh even now! Her eyes filled with
resentment again, and she said fiercely, "I want to see you die with my own eyes."
"So you want to die for love?" He pointed to the ceiling. "When it collapses, you'll
face countless armies with me."
"Leave. You have to think about the little life growing inside you." He then pointed to Yue Lingyou's smooth, flat
abdomen, where the magical patterns he had personally carved remained. Yue Lingyou had always thought they were
erotic spells that made her wanton, and he had always believed so too. But in reality, it was just a seal, sealing
the child who should have been born more than ten years ago. However, once his magic dissipated, the seal would
be completely broken.
"Eh? The child?" Yue Lingyou clutched her stomach, her eyes wide with shock, but quickly fell silent
.
Knowing the Demon King was human, this outcome wasn't too unexpected.
Over the years, her womb had been infused with his life essence countless times; it would be
strange if she hadn't borne children.
Finally, Yue Lingyou left.
She put on clothes that now felt unfamiliar and even somewhat uncomfortable, and walked into a hidden door beside the main hall—the
place where he had often toyed with her. The elders and generals of the Demon Realm gathered inside the main hall, while she, less
than a few meters away, was being played with until she gasped for breath in the hidden doorway.
Forcibly cutting off the inexplicable thoughts in her mind, Yue Lingyou gently clutched her stomach, turned around, and looked at the now-closed
hidden door. Behind her was the teleportation array.
The ancient hall fell silent. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed a few times, but the next instant, he was surprised
to see a figure running towards him.
Without a word, Yue Lingyou met his astonished gaze, quickly pulled off her underwear and tossed it aside. Then, she parted
his legs, turned her back to him, and pressed her body against his chest. Lifting her skirt, she guided his
still hot and hard penis with her hand, gritted her teeth, and slowly sat down, then rapidly rocked her body.
His penis felt as if it had entered a narrow, cramped cave, surrounded by incredibly tight, slippery flesh
.
Before he could speak, Yue Lingyou, panting heavily, explained hoarsely, "Because...because I can't
hurt the child, so...I can only use...use my back..."
"Today...you haven't...um...come...come out..."
"I...I can't...be a suffocating ghost..."
He couldn't see Yue Lingyou's expression clearly, but he imagined it must be incredibly interesting. He also wanted to
enjoy Yue Lingyou's wonderful body one last time, but time was running out.
He reached out, encircling Yue Lingyou's waist, then caressed her two rounded mounds, hidden by her clothes,
kneading them heavily.
This time, Yue Lingyou didn't scream or curse him; she simply breathed softly and writhed.
He thought her expression must be conflicted and adorable, then thrust heavily into her hips, plunging his penis
deep into her anus before releasing his ejaculation.
"Mmm..." Her body trembled, as if receiving his fiery farewell gift.
Yue Lingyou was truly gone.
Standing on the teleportation array, she gently touched her lower abdomen, feeling the white fluid flowing within her intestines, and calmly teleported
away.
Then, she saw the long-lost, warm, dazzling sunlight, truly belonging to the human world. She
squinted, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding golden light, letting the shadows fall on her face. Opening her eyes,
she stared indifferently at the unfamiliar grassland ahead, then
gradually walked away along the path where traces of human activity were faintly visible.
The ancient hall fell silent again. He remained silent for a moment, then slowly descended from his throne. His naked body
was draped in a jet-black battle robe conjured by magic. It wasn't to fight the crowds outside; he simply wasn't
used to being naked alone.
"There are still some final preparations to make..." he murmured to himself.
He raised his right hand, his palm forming a fist. With ripples in the space, a jet-black magic sword was
slowly drawn from the strange space. He quietly examined this old companion that had accompanied him for many years, his face expressionless.
The sword was 4 feet 2 fen long, its entire body jet black like the deep night.
Ancient demonic runes representing the sun and moon were inscribed on both sides of the blade. The hilt resembled a giant dragon with outstretched wings. Even from afar, gazing upon this sword evoked
a sense of awe, akin to pilgrimage.
"You can't let them find you..." Gripping the hilt, he casually swung it a few times, then suddenly hurled it into
the distance. A spatial vortex the size of a fist immediately expanded, engulfing the entire sword.
"Let you be sealed away here, drifting in the void..."
In the void, terrifying spatial rifts were everywhere. Soon,
several cracks appeared on the blade of this demonic sword, which drifted with the void's turbulent currents. Faintly, beneath these cracks, wisps of radiant light emanated
, seemingly protecting something more essential within. Gradually, the demonic sword's blade was completely
enveloped in an impenetrable radiance. Enveloped in this radiance, the demonic sword was no longer afraid of the spatial rifts and
slowly drifted towards a certain direction. There, a spatial vortex the size of a pinhole was gradually expanding. At the very
bottom of the vortex, one could vaguely see boundless grasslands, flocks of sheep, and a woman carrying a bamboo basket. Suddenly, a small head
peeked out from the basket, a pair of bright little eyes looking left and right, seemingly curiously observing this new
world.
He thought for a moment, then poured out a corpse from his personal space.
Though a corpse, it was surrounded by vast magical power; the flesh was crystalline and strong, but the eyes were empty, as if it
had lost its soul.
He manipulated the corpse, making it sit cross-legged. Then he placed a hand on the corpse's head, his eyes
filled with melancholy: "Old man, though you are dead, you did achieve your goal. I didn't believe you, so
you died, but the seed was planted. I need the real truth, and so, in the end, they died..."
"Truly the wisest demon king in history... In the first half of my life, I lived for others; in the second half, I possessed
your memories. Was I living for you?"
"Now, I need to live for myself..."
"It's all over!"
"I hope your memories are accurate. I'll borrow a little of your power one last time..."
"Return to the source! Release!"
Terrifying demonic flames soared into the sky. The already crumbling palace collapsed instantly under the violent internal impact,
burying all traces.
On a distant fortress, a middle-aged man and woman sat with their eyes closed. Suddenly, the man opened
his eyes, his pupils as black as ink. A glimmer of divine light flashed in the darkness, and in that instant, the entire fortress
was plunged into night.
The man stood up, his brows furrowed, and exclaimed in surprise, "The Demon King's aura has vanished."
"Is he dead?" The other woman opened her eyes immediately afterward, her pupils pure white. At that moment, the entire fortress was instantly
bathed in bright light, as if overexposed.
"It's not that simple. Issue the order to excavate the Demon King's palace; there must be traces left there!" the man declared
decisively.
...
Three days later, the Demon-Slaying Alliance returned victorious, bringing exhilarating news to the Divine Wilderness Continent—"The Demon King
has been slain!"
"The Demon King has been slain!" Countless cities erupted in jubilation.
"Is the Demon King really dead?" a conspiracy theorist wondered.
"Everyone's saying so, he must be dead! Alright, don't think so much, let's go celebrate!" a friend
comforted him, pulling him towards the distant crowd.
In a desolate wasteland in southwestern China, a streak of light streaked across the sky, landing
on the dusty, empty land. Several tens of minutes later, dozens more streaks of light flashed across the sky.
Several streaks separated from the main group, hovering briefly over the hazy, yellowish-brown wasteland before
chasing after the streak of light that had gone first.
"Any findings there?"
"Nothing, just an abandoned baby."
"Never mind that, find her quickly!" "
Yes, sir!"
The hurried conversation lingered in the air, gradually fading away…

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