Defying the Fate of Beheading

Chapter 928: Chapter 472: Win? Doomed to Die!

Helmer’s voice was extremely calm.

He had known this for a long time.

The Four Gods of the Abyss made it clear to him that while it was permissible for the Will of the Stars to absorb fragments from other worlds to expand itself, it would never allow its fundamental rules to be affected by outside events.

A world with strong control and high suppression is the trump card weapon of the Will of the Stars against other worlds.

Any presence that might weaken this trump card weapon increases the world’s own risk.

So, from the very beginning, the dungeon monsters had no choice.

Their future was a crossroads.

On one side of the road, lies a future where they are destroyed by outsiders.

On the other side of the road, lies a future where they destroy the outsiders.

Other than that, there was no other way.

The Abyss is an incredibly terrifying world.

In order to maximize the use of power, neither the evil gods of the Abyss nor the demons mind spreading malice across the world.

In a trance, Helmer remembered when he was first blessed by Jianqi, he once said:

"Can’t we peacefully coexist with outsiders? With my ability, I can still suppress the monsters, rather than just letting them wreak havoc outside."

However, Jianqi told the King of Monsters a story.

A story about a dungeon race called the Demon Race.

Roughly speaking, the story is about how monsters that have been tainted by the will of the Underground City are extensions of that very will.

Their existence proves that the will of the Underground City still lives long in this world.

This is something the Will of the Stars will absolutely not allow.

Among the Demon Race, there were those who whimsically wanted to break free from the Underground City.

For this, even if they had to change their race, distort their soul, they wished to live long in this world.

But they had no idea that the essence that constituted their soul was the will of the Underground City.

Choosing to abandon the will of the Underground City was akin to choosing to abandon their own souls.

Still, many demons did not believe in this evil.

They firmly believed it was deceit and that they could gain new life by successfully parasitizing the once chosen race of the Star Continent.

At that time, Helmer was indeed attracted by the story Jianqi told.

He curiously asked:

"So, did they fail?"

"Were they ultimately successful or a failure?"

Jianqi’s voice back then was joyous, carrying an indescribable joy.

He said:

"The moment they chose to parasitize the next dominant race, their souls were utterly shattered, and they merged into countless fragments with the future dominants, the little elves.

Purely from my perspective, this is more tragic than the dissipation of their souls.

But they seemed to believe they had gained new life and became even more frenzied about it.

The final outcome was that a large number of little elves also had their souls shattered and eventually a heap of soul remnants merged to form a heretical race.

They were no longer little elves, nor were they demons.

They were a life form previously unseen in this world.

This new life quickly perished soon after its birth.

Because they borrowed the power of the Lust God, they began to mingle their relatively pure bodies with the Demon Race.

By borrowing the power of magic to blur reproductive isolation, they quickly cultivated new flesh chimeras.

Then, a group of mental chimeras merged into the flesh chimeras to create a monstrous entity rarely seen in numerous world clusters.

If possible, I would prefer to call them Chimeras.

They are the ultimate sewn creation.

Of course, now more people prefer to call them... Elves."

After hearing this story, a trace of solemnity flashed through Helmer’s eyes.

He said, "And what about the former world will of the dungeon and its race?"

At that time, Jianqi said with an exceedingly surprised voice:

"The race harboring the world will, along with their souls, were completely destroyed, and with that, the will of the dungeon naturally dissipated.

However, those fugitives still seem to think they successfully escaped from the dungeon.

Interesting, huh? If they could escape so easily from the Will of the Stars’ blockade, why didn’t they consider another possibility?

It’s not that they escaped the blockade.

It’s that they no longer needed to be blocked."

When Jianqi said these words, it carried an icy solemnity and silence that Helmer couldn’t understand.

It was like a giant stone sculpture prostrate on the ground, recounting an exceedingly terrifying truth in an emotionless voice.

That truth was, the demons did not disguise themselves as elves and successfully leave the dungeon.

They were all self-annihilated before even facing any forces on the Star Continent.

Yet the trolls bearing the burden of pollution were the ones who inherited more of the demon’s traits.

But the trolls, whose souls were practically destroyed, could no longer awaken the dormant power within their bodies.

The Demon Race naturally went extinct without any external influence.

After hearing that story, a thought arose in Helmer’s mind.

And that was, under no circumstances should he end up with the same fate as the demons.

That ending was too dismal.

It was not the outcome he wished to see.

With this in mind, he knew he had no retreat.

He wasn’t willing for his compatriots to be slaughtered by outsiders just to exchange for the survival chance for a small number.

If staining his hands with blood could ensure the survival of his race—