TBR CH213.1 [End]

Kriesmeier savagely kissed him, not even putting down his scythe.

The heavy hilt creaked as it pressed against the human’s chest, and the dark blade once again eerily brushed against Roland’s neck.

Humorously, this was the closest the rib had ever been to the chest it belonged to.

The Archmage at this moment could think of ten thousand ways to escape unharmed. But the human didn’t waste a single second thinking, instead throwing himself into the kiss with equal passion, completely disregarding the blade that could easily sever his carotid artery.

For some reason, this infuriated the Demon King.

Kriesmeier moved the blade a few inches closer, and just as it was about to break the skin the next second, he finally paused, then moved it back to a safe distance. His dark golden eyes flickered profoundly for a moment, then he fiercely bit Roland’s lip, and the sweet, metallic taste quickly spread through the kiss.

Like an illusion, the Demon King heard the human let out a muffled laugh, very softly.

The kiss was immediately broken.

“To have your throat cut by me at this distance,” Kriesmeier said slowly, “even if you regained the power of the stars, do you really think you’d be safe?”

These words were full of threat, and coming from the infamous tyrant of the Demon Realm, they should have been quite oppressive. But from another perspective, Kriesmeier was currently being pinned down in a sea of flowers by the human, his hair disheveled, his cheeks smeared with crimson flower juice, and his thinly angered golden eyes added a sharp beauty to him.

Roland rationally said, “No, I know it’s very dangerous.”

Kriesmeier let out a breath, a fire he didn’t know the source of burning within him, with no outlet for release. But the human only said that one serious thing, and then leaned down to kiss his eyes again, affectionately saying as he kissed, “But what does it matter, my dear. If you truly wanted to kill me, I’ve never had any objection.”

He couldn’t stand it any longer—

The Demon King’s expression was unpredictable, the shifting shadows of the flower branches imprinted on his body. He dropped his scythe, and his long, pale hands once again pressed against the human’s neck. This time, it was easier to resist.

“You’ve done a lot of research on my race,” he said. “I’ve read those books. Human, you once wrote: ‘It’s impossible to establish a relationship with Abyss demons; they can’t distinguish love from hate and might turn on their intimate partners at any moment and kill them.’ I’m perfectly capable of actually doing that.”

Roland merely looked at him calmly, his eyes filled with an undeniable love.

“You’re different,” he mouthed.

The residual air was slowly expelled from his lungs, a burning pain faintly originating from his windpipe. A metallic taste lingered on his tongue, perhaps a remnant of their earlier tenderness, or perhaps a warning from his body that it could no longer bear the burden.

Kriesmeier’s suddenly tightened fingertips felt like cast metal, incredibly steady.

Three, two, one.

Just as the world before the human’s eyes began to flicker ominously, as if it was about to sink into the abyss the next second, the Demon King suddenly released his grip. He watched Roland cover his mouth and begin to cough, having retrieved his life from the brink of death.

“Don’t die by my hand,” Kriesmeier said, almost using all his self-control.

The moment his words fell, he averted his gaze, clearly wanting to pretend that the words hadn’t come from his mouth.

The human gasped intermittently before him. He had indeed almost died from asphyxiation just now. His breath now carried a metallic, bloody smell, yet he revealed a bright-eyed, expectant smile.

“Kris,” he said, “you don’t want me to die?”

The Demon King did not answer.

He had countless times wanted to personally end the life of this human before him. He didn’t understand why he was abandoned. In countless silent nights, still unaware of what love was, he couldn’t calm down. He had madly wanted to completely possess the other’s soul, using the most decisive method, so that when the human became a pile of inorganic white bones, he would never be able to leave his sight.

But—

“The fact that you think that way,” Roland seemed to hear the unspoken words in his heart, “means it won’t happen.”

Kriesmeier regretted not occupying a more advantageous position, so that no matter how he concealed it, he couldn’t escape the human’s gaze. The Demon King’s scythe lay by his hand, his fingertips grasping empty air.

“Swear it to me.”

“I promise,” Roland blinked solemnly. “The reverse of that will also hold true. My dear, as long as you don’t want me to die, I will absolutely not be killed by you.”

The Demon King’s expression softened.

However, the next second, the human frowned again and whined, “But you hurt me just now, Kris.”

He disregarded the shallow and deep wounds they had inflicted on each other during their fight just now, and exaggerated the feeling of suffocation. To be honest, compared to the origin of these wounds, their confrontation just now seemed exceptionally gentle.

However, a clear look of guilt still appeared in Kriesmeier’s expression.

Black flames ignited at his fingertips, but he hesitated, unsure of what to do. The magic of Abyss demons was always associated with destruction and slaughter; no demon had ever tried to use such magic to heal others.

In the few seconds of Kriesmeier’s hesitation, Roland, who had completely recovered, suddenly curved his lips, revealing a peculiar smile.

His eyes were as bright as stars. His fingertips, which had initially gently traced the Demon King’s hair downwards, now irresistibly clamped onto the demon’s shoulders, allowing no room for struggle.

“Is His Majesty the Demon King planning to compensate me?” the human asked, appreciating the scene before him from a superior position. A strong possessiveness suddenly flashed in his expression, and he said almost commandingly, “Then let me try doing the same to you.”

The ruler of the Demon Realm paused, but felt that the other party’s words made sense.

Since he treated the other party in such a way, his companion naturally enjoyed the same rights.

The Demon King slowly lowered his eyes, restraining his impulse to resist, letting the human’s fingers, with a slightly cold touch, also fall onto his pale neck, tightening with incredible force.

The Archmage’s research manual also recorded such a characteristic:

—Abyss demons can also suffocate.

Accompanying this action were tiny, suffocating kisses after his cloak was pushed aside, and the pungent, subtly spreading fragrance of flower sap smeared on his skin.

The demon’s vertical pupils blurred countless times until the crimson sea of flowers in his vision became almost indistinguishable.

Finally, there was a terrifying pleasure that made his soul tremble completely.

For obvious reasons, Roland had to postpone the task of cleaning up the mess for an entire day.

From the flower sea, one could actually see the collapsed part of the demon palace.

The once perfect outline of the building was abruptly broken.

Roland imagined treasures from the Milal Continent strewn about in the ruins. As for the cage itself, it was completely beyond recognition, with only a few un-melted bars remaining.

Kriesmeier half-closed his eyes, rubbing against the human’s neck with the satiated contentment of a large, well-fed carnivore. “It’s useless anyway. Just leave it for now.”

The human shifted his gaze.

As if discussing a mundane topic, he asked, “Are you really not going to lock me up again?”

The demon’s breathing suddenly became much clearer. Like all predators, Kriesmeier’s pupils were terrifyingly agile. His dark golden vertical pupils silently opened again, and it wasn’t until he stared at Roland from head to toe that Roland felt a belated shiver. However, when he kissed the other’s forehead, those pupils quickly melted.

“I don’t need to do that anymore,” Kriesmeier said arrogantly and proudly, “because I’m not so weak that I need to use such methods to ensure my lover won’t change their mind. I think I can admit it again—”

“Admit what?” Roland couldn’t help but smile.

“Admit that you truly love me, just as I love you,” Kriesmeier reached out and covered his eyes. “Alright, don’t look at me like that, I didn’t say anything strange. Your eyes are too bright, Roland Xavier.”

This was simply an unprovoked argument.

“Because I’m happy,” Roland pursed his lips and slowly blinked, his eyelashes brushing against the Demon King’s palm. They were very soft, Kriesmeier thought, and held an incredible warmth. The human’s voice also became unusually light. “Especially happy. My dear, I want to set off fireworks for you with ‘Nova’.”

“What?” Kriesmeier couldn’t help but ask.

But just as he finished speaking, “Nova” in the human’s hand suddenly flickered for a moment. A sparkling cloud of smoke, as pure as mother-of-pearl, floated from the tip of the staff, circling and flying towards the sky.

The sky above the Abyss was always filled with haze and sulfurous smoke, a pitch-black night sky suddenly ignited in one corner by light. Then, that candle-like drifting light suddenly scattered into countless fragments, like a smooth mirror suddenly shattering. Every insignificant fragment burst forth with intense radiance, brightly illuminating the night sky as if it were day.

This was indeed a spectacle unseen in the human world.

This magic was enough to destroy a city of demons, but its master used it to please their beloved.

Fireworks drifted down from the sky, and spark-like embers fell into the Demon King’s long hair, flickering for a moment before exhausting their light and extinguishing.

Kriesmeier watched, mesmerized.

He raised his eyes unblinkingly; all those lights fell into his greedy pupils, finally colliding into his embrace.

“Very,” Kriesmeier paused, “beautiful.”

Roland smiled, bending his eyes. He embraced Kriesmeier and fell back into the flower bushes. These crimson flowers not only had thorns but also grew very tall.

Aside from the part they pressed beneath them, when they turned their gaze, they could barely see anything but a sea of fire-like petals, and when they looked up, there were fireworks against the canvas of the night sky, still slowly blooming.

“I feel like we could stay here forever,” Roland said. “No one would disturb us. Although it has basically been like this for a while, and I still have to go back and fix our home.”

“Our home?” Kriesmeier repeated in a low voice, seemingly very pleased with the designation.

But the Demon King’s expression suddenly turned cold.

The wings behind him faithfully reflected his subconscious, flapping to shield the human behind him, each sharp black feather bristling before the human’s eyes.

The ruler of the Demon Realm snapped out of his long moment of tenderness, finally sensing people gathering at the demon palace’s gates.

Indeed, while he and Roland, one wielding “Demonic Eye” horizontally and the other “Nova” vertically, battled in the sky above the Demon King’s City with the objective of eliminating each other, the entire sky of the Abyss had shown incredible anomalies.

On one side was a blood-red, pervasive darkness, while on the other, the starry sky behind the smoke and dust was strangely revealed, its pure light almost illuminating this lifeless place.

All the original inhabitants of the Demon King’s City, or visitors who had come with a purpose, watched this once-in-a-century anomaly with wide eyes.

Two forces intertwined, colliding violently, bursting into incredible radiance in the night sky. Both aimed to utterly destroy the other, clearly a battle to the death.

The former belonged to the master of the Demon King’s City; there was no doubt about that.

The origin of the latter, however, was thought-provoking—the pure power symbolizing light was already out of place here, and yet it could actually battle Kriesmeier without showing any signs of weakness.

Who else on the Milal Continent could possess such power?

Long-lived races or elders among humans suddenly paused, an impossible name flashing through their minds.

This battle ended with the two forces each occupying half of the sky, neither overpowering the other. After the last and most intense collision of starlight and flame, the anomalies in the sky slowly subsided, but the hearts of the onlookers remained unsettled for a long time.

News of the anomaly in the Demon King’s City quickly spread across the entire Milal Continent.

Different races dispatched envoys to inquire about the situation, and the Abyss demons themselves were the most restless.

They possessed an innate tendency to devour their own kind. The thought that Demon King Kriesmeier might have been injured in a battle with some force, driving them to approach the demon palace greedily and timidly, hoping to glean some reliable information. Of course, they all discovered anomalies, as it was quite obvious.

The most impregnable demon palace had actually collapsed.

Though it was only one of the palaces.

While the Demon King and the Archmage were still courting in the sea of flowers, the entire Milal Continent had already entered a Level 1 alert state.

The Demon King’s City was silently surrounded. All visitors wanted to understand what had happened, what they and their races could do with this opportunity, and every slight disturbance was carefully recorded.

At this juncture—

The Archmage set off an incredibly brilliant firework towards the sky.

The effect was simply self-evident.