The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 160: The Fall of a Demigod

"Do you have any last words? If not, then it’s time to go."

Lynn held the giant axe to Gutts’ neck, looking at the other dying Great Demon, ready to send the father and son to reunite in another world.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, our race suffered severe injuries a year ago. Now it’s hard to recover some vitality. Please don’t continue this internal slaughter. Spare my life. A demigod is too important for the current Demon Race!"

If it were outside, Gutts had ways to escape from the axe blade, albeit at a painful cost. But trapped inside the Demon Emperor Palace, sealed by the Palace Protection Array, he could do nothing despite his myriad of tricks.

His opponent, Illidan, was too terrifying, not only powerful but having grasped the intent of the Demon Emperor even before ascending the throne. As a demon, he had no chance of victory. No matter how unwilling, he could only bow and plead.

"A demigod is important, but I don’t care. The demons of my Demon Race are ever-emerging. Sooner or later, we will restore our former glory. We don’t need an old guy like you to hold the fort. You can leave in peace."

Lynn’s words fell alongside Gutts’ blood. As he spoke, he took away another invaluable Demon Artifact for survival from Gutts.

"Then please, Your Majesty, spare my son’s life. All this was arranged by me. It has nothing to do with him."

Seeing that Demon Emperor Illidan was unwilling to leave him any way to live, in the clarity of his final moments, Gutts suddenly understood many things.

He did not die from arrogance, nor from presumption, nor even from angering the Demon Emperor, but because he put his faith in the wrong Guardian Demon God.

Faith wars are bloodier than racial wars. Once they begin, they inevitably cause rivers of blood.

In the current situation of the Demon Realm, it’s unsuitable for a faith war. After all, the Demon Race had already been weakened significantly, and losing more high-end strength would only benefit the Miracle World.

But that applies to the entire Demon Race. Regarding the Guardian Demon God, now is indeed the best time for a faith war because 98% of the strongest fallen demons were followers of the Destruction Demon God. While the followers of the Guardian Demon God were also harmed, the damage was negligible.

Especially since the Late Emperor Demon Dragon Emperor, in his cunning, designated seven Demon Kings as heirs, attempting to use the Dragon Whip to conquer and swallow the forces of the Guardian Demon God in the Lower Demon Realm.

If he could remain undefeated, it would have been a great achievement. But he was incompetent and got himself killed outside, without even his body returning.

Now, although the followers of the Destruction Demon God are still far stronger than the Guardian Demon God’s side, they hold the title of the Seven Great Demon Kings and parachuted a Demon Emperor. How could they, despite their numbers, contend with the titular Emperor and seven Kings?

Gutts knew he was doomed. Any valid reason would lead to his death by the Guardian Demon God’s followers. As he said, a demigod is too important for the current Demon Race.

Because of differing faiths, the more important he is, the faster he dies.

Gutts was actually afraid of death, but he realized he had no path to survival. Before dying, his last wish was to save his youngest son.

After all, he had over fifty children, but this youngest son was his biological child. How could he not cherish him?

"I asked for last words, not conditions. You may say what you want, but whether I agree is another matter."

As Lynn spoke, he exploded with pressure, suppressing the last two demons outside the hall. He raised his axe and severed Gutts’ head.

Suddenly, outside the Golden Hall, the air grew oppressive. Clouds gathered in the sky, and soon drizzling rain fell. Demons looked up to see the rain was black and red, like the blood of the dead.

Both near the Golden Hall and outside, there was an odd smell, like burning flesh, pungent and unpleasant.

The blood-red sun, which hung in the sky, cast a bloody sunlight directly onto Gutts’ corpse.

The fall of a demigod, heaven sends anomalies.

This is the treatment unique to a demigod who absorbed a trace of the world’s essence. The arrival of anomalies also signifies the demigod’s total fall, with the faint trace of world essence within him reclaimed by the world upon his death.

He’s dead?

None of the Demon Race could believe that a demigod would die so silently, but the anomalies of his fall were the world’s feedback. No magic could deceive the world, not even a Demon God.

It was only then that Lynn noticed the Great Demon he casually struck with the axe had already recovered vitality. His hand was tightly held by the dead Gutts, and through their hands’ gaps, Lynn saw three Demon Artifacts of unknown rank Gutts had given his son. This was why he directly fell after the decapitation blow.

A demon about to die tells the truth...

What a pity, they weren’t righteous, for both father and son’s hands were stained with the blood of the Miracle World’s people.

Pulled weeds grow again in the spring wind.

Even if Gutts’ son had accumulated a blood debt, even if he were an innocent demon child, Lynn would not spare him.

"Give it to me. Spare you three punishments."

Lynn extended a hand to the Great Demon, demanding he hand over the survival Demon Artifacts obediently.

With his strength, even having three extra lives was useless, not even enough to flee a meter. Why waste such precious survival Demon Artifacts?

Due to their properties, his wives couldn’t use them, but giving them to Ilya and the others was good. Demons never complain about having too many life-saving treasures.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, please bury my father properly."

Truly facing death, the Great Demon who initially cried "Father save me" seemed to see through life and death, handing over the treasures his father left him without hesitation, just to secure a respectful burial for his father.

It’s not that he saw through life, but with his strength, this was all he could do. Over 700-level himself compared to a 950-plus Demon Emperor, he was like an ant facing a human, only feeling powerless and desperate.

"A small matter. These are your wages. I’ll have a few slave demons dig a hole for you outside the city and provide two fine coffins. Don’t think about anything else."

Lynn weighed the precious Demon Artifacts in hand and accepted them with a reverse smile.

If it were before, these three life-saving Demon Artifacts effective against a 900-level demigod could exchange for a Grand Duke’s duchy. But with the stingy new Demon Dragon Emperor, they only buy two coffins and a hole, without even a tombstone included.