Defying the Fate of Beheading

Chapter 934: Chapter 475: The Storm Hero’s Corpse, The Four Gods Arrive

Injury or scar, Louis dared not.

He wants to do just one thing now.

Kill Helmer!

Demon King is the sword hanging above the heads of those he loves.

If not dealt with promptly, there’s a high chance it will endanger their lives.

So there was never room for reconciliation between the two sides from the start.

Only battle!

Battle till madness.

Helmer is the same.

Deviously making many preparations and plans repeatedly just to give the Demon King Army a chance to survive.

He never fought for himself.

Quite the opposite.

If not to protect his people, he wouldn’t have been able to persevere until now.

Bearing the pollution of the Four Gods of the Abyss, how could it be so easy?

In truth, pain is the norm.

The pollution has become his unavoidable daily routine.

Every sleepless night, he has to combat the pollution from the Four Gods of the Abyss with his own will.

Every breath reveals unprecedented pain.

As long as he lives, the Four Gods of the Abyss will whisper in the depths of his soul repeatedly.

Release your wrath.

Burn the world.

Turn everything you disdain into ashes.

Don’t overthink!

Hand over your body!

We will help you fulfill the great wish!

The former pollution had always been suppressed deep within his heart.

Precisely because he carries the power of the Four Gods of the Abyss, no one knows better than him what the Four Gods truly are.

The loyal believers of the Four Gods and their subordinates are no good.

In the camp of the Four Gods of the Abyss, kindness is rarer than the jewels formed from the souls of saints and holy maidens.

Unfortunately, now he is also one of them.

But he had no choice!

"I will not regret it, Louis, even if it means burning this body to ashes, even if my soul shall never reincarnate, I will never regret inheriting this power."

Epochal terrifying energy fluctuations emanated from him.

"I want... to end the inevitable path of destruction for my people."

Helmer opened his eyes.

The power of the Dragon of Imagination tore his armor apart.

Louis’s Martial God strength destroyed his body.

But at this moment, he seemed to forget death and issued a command to the distance.

"Under the banner of the Calamity Dragon, Demon King Army, I order you..."

His voice was hoarse and heavy.

"Die."

At this moment, the voices of the Demon King Army echoed from all directions of the city.

"Your will, great king."

In an instant.

The Demon King Army surrounding the Imperial Capital of the Am Empire simultaneously picked up their weapons.

Sounds of tearing rang out.

The city screaming with violence became silent in an instant.

The scene was too horrifying.

From fierce fighting to instant death in just a breath.

Above the island already sunk into the sea.

Helmer opened his eyes.

His eyes were devoid of any emotional fluctuations.

Like a cold machine.

The unparalleled power gathered on him, finally transforming into a phantom that pierced through the heavens and earth.

"Let’s begin the second round, Louis."

In the next moment, the Demon King descended from the sky with wild fury.

Riding the Dragon of Imagination, Louis fiercely charged at him unrelentingly.

"Come!"

Double suns across the sky.

At this moment.

Almost the entire continent felt that force rising to the sky.

"Louis!"

"Helmer!"

The great bone sword and the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill collided instantly.

At this moment, even Louis had to admit.

Helmer truly is a brave one.

He chose madness.

With a crazed stance, he absorbed the lives of 1/4 of the Demon King Army into his body.

"Your actions have completely turned you into a madman."

The Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill in Louis’s hand transformed into a snake-belly sword.

The ever-wrapping snake-belly sword, like a web, crisscrossed the sky.

The terrifying storm engulfed the blade, frantically sweeping Helmer’s giant form.

"How could someone like you, who has never truly experienced suffering, possibly understand? I just want to protect my homeland and people."

"Shut the hell up."

Louis cursed:

"Liberation obtained through external force is never true liberation.

When you borrow the power of the Four Gods of the Abyss, trying to shift the pain onto others, you are merely a ruthless villain.

A savior for villains, but more deserving of death!"

Destructive power wrapped around Louis’s sword edge.

Even though Helmer raised his power repeatedly, under this unmatched sharpness, he was still dimming.

"Perhaps to the monsters, you are a qualified king, but precisely because of this, I can never allow you to live."

Choosing to unleash fear and threaten the world, if they rise to the world’s heights, the suffering brought would only be more disastrous.

Moreover...

"Moreover, borrowed power is ultimately not a true Divine Realm."

If Helmer chose to sacrifice all his subordinates in an instant, perhaps the force he extracted could surpass him.

Relying on far transcendent strength, with absolute power advantage, he might suppress him.

Without others cooperating, Louis could only choose to teleport away.

But...

Helmer was still soft-hearted.

His lifelong dream was to see his people take root and grow on the continent.

But if this were at the cost of sacrificing 99.9% of the monsters, he would never allow it.

Not even himself.

So...

The power of the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill penetrated his body.

Louis stepped back expressionlessly.

From his chest, a great bone sword pierced through his body.

Louis looked at the spreading blood on his body and praised: