DKIE CH96: Reunion

As a corner of the family portrait—no, the family bucket—the skeleton moved stiffly under the translucent threads.

The joints of the newly dead were still stained with blood, a living depiction of a hellish scene.

In this process, Quill’s energy consumption intensified. He still had no intention of stopping, focusing his efforts on pulling at the remains of Princess Marie.

The process of being sacrificed was a strangulation of both soul and body. The resentment Princess Marie left behind in life lingered persistently. Quill tried to make the skeleton recall some of its former memories through its lingering obsession.

It was working.

He narrowed his eyes. Princess Marie’s skeleton stiffly twisted halfway around, retraced its steps, and fiercely scraped its sharp claws against the altar’s inscriptions.

Compared to Luka, her own son who had used her as one of the offerings was clearly the one Princess Marie hated more.

The grinding sound made by the scraping finger bones was sharp and piercing.

Luka got goosebumps, experiencing his grandmother’s love for the first time. Grandparent and grandchild of one mind, their combined strength could sever metal.

“Later, I’m going to write a ‘Grandma 2’.”

To commemorate his deceased cross-generational relative.

Quill, still concentrating, felt the corner of his mouth twitch.

The altar was under frantic bombardment, and the speed at which the Demon King was being replenished by the sacrifice slowed. Two more strands of silver hair appeared on his head.

Even the most resolute mind would waver at this moment. If Alex’s feelings could be barely attributed to a fledgling’s imprinting effect after being crippled, the Faith Method was what truly horrified the Demon King. The continuous, uninterrupted supply of magic was simply too heaven-defying.

For the first time, he felt a twinge of regret. If he had stayed a moment longer in the land of exile that day, everything would have been rewritten. At the very least, he could have snuffed out the source of trouble that was Iliad.

The Demon King quickly muttered something.

His mastery of space was extraordinary, which was precisely what the Dragon and Elf clans lacked.

Despite his damaged wings, the Demon King briefly broke through the encirclement and finished casting a spell.

On the altar, the corpses of the demon generals, which had been hidden and lying in wait, suddenly shot out. They weren’t under the control of the mist threads, and it happened so suddenly there was no time to react.

The father and son duo, sharing a lineage, both loved to play with explosions.

“Watch out!” Before Luka could finish shouting, he was pushed away by Quill using the force of the wind.

In the intense wave of light, the magic almost shredded a section of space.

Luka looked over anxiously. In the dust drifting with the wind, he saw Quill standing tall and unscathed… well, his hair was damaged and smoking.

The puppet’s body was bizarrely unharmed, let alone his divine sense.

Luka breathed a sigh of relief, but the Demon King’s expression changed.

Amidst the aftershock of the explosion, a colorful patch appeared. He realized something and abruptly looked towards the pursuing dragons.

Grover had the best temper among the dragons, and his movements were half a beat slower. After catching up to the Demon King, his slow, drawling tone would infuriate anyone who heard it.

“He has protected Luka many times, the two have practically made it official. Of course, we had to give him a little something.”

After the battle at the Holy Court, the dragons had privately given Quill a patch-work robe to prevent a repeat of the exploding blood-corpse scene.

He finished with a preachy tone: “A just cause enjoys abundant support.”

At the same time, a white light flashed. The Saint, wasting no words, charged directly at the Demon King.

Enraged to the extreme, the Demon King suddenly laughed. “A few mere wisps of divine sense, and you think you can do anything to me?”

A giant serpent made of fire and lightning coiled in mid-air and wound itself towards them.

In truth, the Demon King knew he couldn’t win this battle.

Because…

Luka had started a livestream again!

“Family, the traffic was too heavy, I just got disconnected.”

The worry on Luka’s face from the explosion of the demon general’s corpse had not yet completely faded, mixed with his current relief, creating an expression he couldn’t have faked.

【I believe it, he really thinks of us as family.】
【So touching! Post the link.】
【Yes, yes, yes, whatever you sell in your shop, I’ll buy something to support you (biubiu hearts)】
【What the hell! Does the mountain behind the streamer look like it’s about to collapse?】
【I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me? It’s so weird, it doesn’t look like a landslide, more like… the rocks are twisting.】

Luka: “The beauty filter is on too high, give me a few minutes.”

The next second after putting away his phone, he teleported instantly. The spot where Luka had been was actually dissolving.

Was his own father attacking his precious son from a distance? That was going too far.

The ‘giant serpent’ raged in mid-air, and a fiery phantom aura appeared around the Demon King, making him look exactly like a ferocious beast from the flames.

Luka frowned. “What the hell?” It was so annoying when they transformed mid-battle.

Quill extinguished the smoke from his head and forced the other two skeletons to destroy the inscriptions. “Speed up, the Demon King is making a desperate move. He’s sacrificing himself.”

As Luka mobilized his faith power to bombard the altar, he gave a stern warning: “Do. Not. Insult. Dogs.”

Words were one thing, but he wasn’t as relaxed as he appeared.

The Demon King had previously sacrificed Princess Marie, the remnants of the curse masters, and a host of demon generals, even setting his sights on the world’s origin, all to avoid the dilemma left by the Saintess.

Yet in the end, he still had to offer himself.

Luka suddenly got a headache from this decisiveness.

Any other opponent would probably hold on to a sliver of hope and stall for a while.

Only the Demon King was a man of action; when he said he’d sacrifice, he’d sacrifice.

Quill reminded him in a low voice, “Bombard the lower part of the altar, push it to the west.”

Luka saw something and immediately understood. He stopped anxiously trying to blast the inscriptions and focused on pushing instead.

On the other side, the giant serpent made of fire and lightning grew even more powerful, sealing off the area around the Demon King.

All ten of the Elf King’s light arrows were blocked. The space looked like a face covered in zippers, full of tears. The puppets’ bodies couldn’t remain as stable as mountains under this impact.

High in the sky, the Demon King’s wings, as dazzling as colored glass, grew thinner and thinner, then shattered.

No one knew his inner emotions, but at least his face didn’t show the ferocity and anger of a loser.

“To be buried with an entire world and your paths to godhood, who is the winner here?”

His hissing words were like the breath of the giant serpent.

The world’s origin was already half-burned. With his sacrifice, the process of devouring it accelerated dramatically.

The gentle expression on the Saint’s face was completely gone. “You’re insane.”

The Demon King, on the contrary, was delighted. He looked at Luka, who was dodging the dissolving space.

“My dear child, why don’t you fight back from the brink?”

Using the explosion of his ancestor’s soul, using the Tree of Life, and the livestream just now… the other party’s victories were always built on the element of surprise.

But tricks eventually run out, like now.

Cold sweat trickled down Luka’s forehead. The process of pushing the altar was not easy.

Faith power came quickly, but it was also consumed quickly when used. His gaze surreptitiously swept across the sky ten thousand meters above.

A thousand meters, a hundred meters… tens of meters.

Spatial turbulence came from all directions. When there was no time to dodge, getting grazed would leave bloody marks.

Most of it crashed into the mountains, which threatened to shatter.

The Demon King’s mocking gaze didn’t last long. The entire sky suddenly seemed to open an eye. In the middle, a ‘pupil’ the size of a bowl when viewed from below was rolling around.

That ‘pupil’ suddenly opened wide!

It grew larger.

In just a few seconds, the pupil expanded again.

In this moment of opening its eye to the world, the ‘pupil’ widened to its limit and dropped down, shimmering.

It was a giant meteorite containing abundant energy.

Due to its enormous size, it got stuck for a moment during its fall. The ferret in charge of transport looked around at its head and tail, and finally, with a ‘waa waa waa,’ shoved it with its butt, instantly singeing its fur.

With the help of its iron butt, the meteorite fell steadily, fiercely, and accurately.

Luka and Quill found a gap, worked together to push the altar towards the Demon King, and shouted, “Now!”

The Elf King and the dragons, at the risk of excessive energy consumption, cooperated to cast a barrier around the Demon King.

The space in all four directions was sealed.

The now-wingless Demon King couldn’t escape in time and could only watch as the meteorite crashed down in an incredibly short time.

Justice from the heavens.

The extremely high temperature of the firestone hit its target accurately and fiercely.

Under the violent impact, the earth trembled like thunder. The flying earth and rubble were incredibly hot, and everyone dodged.

Quill blocked most of the flying stones for Luka. The latter, panting, poked half his head out from behind him. “Did it hit both?”

Quill reassured him, “One stone, two birds.”

If his whole body was shattered, that part should be shattered too. Luka could be considered to have achieved his original goal.

“…”

Don’t use idioms like that!

Resisting the high temperature, Luka still had to confirm it himself. As he approached, he saw a white corner.

It was a fragment of the altar.

The magic inscriptions were partially damaged, and with the heavy blow, it was obvious that, like the Demon King, it was either dead or crippled.

The color of the sky changed. The world’s origin had a chance to breathe, and it flashed with a silver light in a counterattack. A small meteor shower was about to begin.

The Saint: “Retreat quickly!”

Everyone dodged. Just then, the firestone actually started to loosen, and the suppressed body forced its way out from underneath.

The truly fatal thing was the temperature, not the stone’s weight. The Demon King’s handsome face was now covered in blood, and the high temperature had left half his body as a skeleton.

The Demon King looked miserable and also tried to fly away to escape.

He had only retreated a few dozen feet when his gaze met a familiar figure.

The distance between them wasn’t actually that great. It was difficult for the Demon King to fly now, only a few inches off the ground, while Luka, with his wings, was high above.

Everything seemed to have returned to the day of the Demon King’s pilgrimage: one struggling to survive, the other looking at him like a weed on the roadside.

The difference was, Luka stopped.

“I can save you,” he said in a tone of charity. “But you will lose all your power and live like a normal person.”

Actually, not that normal: undocumented, disabled, with gradually rotting organs.

Quill remained emotionally unmoved throughout. Luka said he would save him, but he didn’t say others couldn’t kill him.

This father and son had never really spent more than a few days together, yet in some ways, they truly understood each other.

“A normal person?” The three words seemed to strike a nerve with the Demon King, and he laughed in anger.

Luka’s gaze became even more compassionate, as if he were looking at a stray cat or dog on the roadside and offering a helping hand.

Looking at the outstretched arm, the Demon King’s smile grew wider, producing violent emotional fluctuations.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices. After laughing enough, he suddenly calmed down.

“I’m about to see your mother.”

The Mandarin Duck Jade Pendant appeared out of thin air. The horn on the Demon King’s forehead was already broken. For the first time, he didn’t hide his own vulnerability. “Our family…”

The moment he lowered his head, the Demon King hid the cunning look in his eyes, and his tone became even weaker.

Luka subconsciously held his breath to listen.

“It’s time for a reunion.”

After coldly saying those four words, the Demon King gave up on escaping and resolutely self-destructed.

The energy exploded. As long as he could entangle the other party for three seconds, they could go to hell together!

However, the person in front of him disappeared a step ahead. Luka, who should have been within arm’s reach, appeared on the high ground in the distance.

No, in the fluctuations of the self-destruction, he couldn’t possibly be that fast.

The Demon King only felt a flash of white light in his mind. Before he could investigate further, he lost consciousness.

The galaxy flowed, and the spatial chaos caused the sun to hide.

His hand was held firmly by Quill, and Luka’s chaotic thoughts slowly calmed down.

If he had cast the spell, he would have been discovered. Quill had previously lowered his presence and cast an illusion spell, making the Demon King think that he, as the victor, had let his guard down.

“The virtues of the Demon Realm end with me.”

The Demon King and the Saintess both chose to die themselves. He wouldn’t take the blame for patricide and matricide.

Quill agreed. “Of course.”

Luka’s hands were clean, completely innocent.

Meteors fell one after another, dazzlingly brilliant. The shattered stars were too dense, and both sides constantly made spatial leaps to dodge.

No one paid any attention to the Demon King’s corpse; only the Saint, not far away, gave it an extra glance.

A great Demon King of a generation had fallen just like that. Even his self-destruction didn’t generate much positive energy. Like his life, it began with a bang and ended in silence.

The Saint couldn’t help but feel a little sentimental.

The ferret, which had been too rushed earlier and had only just possessed the puppet, hid its main body in a chess piece and, in a few leaps, jumped onto the Saint’s head to settle down.

Squeak squeak.

Where’s the Demon King?

No one answered it.

Everyone was busy dodging meteors.

The sky presented a super-visual feast, but the people below were miserable.

The world’s will was completely destroying the altar, making it spit out a portion of the digested origin.

The scene of a celestial maiden scattering flowers lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and the ground was littered with craters from the bombardment.

When it finally stopped, the multi-colored origin re-dispersed into the atmosphere. The air was filled with dust like colored glass, a small portion of which scattered around those present.

“My power… seems to be increasing.” Everyone looked up at this magical and magnificent scene.

Was this what Luka usually felt? That inexplicable feeling of leveling up.

Only the person in question was completely unconcerned. Amidst the mottled points of light, he quickly logged into his live stream, sent out a super big red envelope, and then logged off.

The timing, the location, the people—everything was as brilliant as the galaxy.

Luka stood smiling under the low-hanging sky and said, “Family—”

When everyone looked at him, they didn’t get any follow-up.

Luka just repeated, “Family.”

The Dragon Clan was the first to react, smiling and nodding in repetition. “Yes, family.”

Under the shining meteors, Quill said nothing, merely intertwining their fingers and holding the person beside him even tighter.

They had experienced a meteor shower firsthand.

When the dust finally settled, Luka temporarily set up a barrier and flew to the area around the Demon King’s remains to collect them.

Rio: “What a good kid. The Demon King treated him like that, and he’s still helping to collect his bones.”

Quill: “He’s just cleaning up the battlefield to prevent the meteorite from radiating the local residents.”

After speaking, they looked at each other. “It’s great love.”

The Saint was speechless.

Luka’s moral conduct was very high, but could they not praise him so casually everywhere?

Fortunately, there was still the normal Elf King. The Saint turned his head. The Elf King was comforting the startled forest birds in the distance.

As if sensing he was being watched, the Elf King turned sideways and said, “I told them Luka is helping them rebuild their homes.”

The Saint: As long as you all are happy.

After clearing a large area of stones, Luka flew high into the sky with his storage ring and cleansed the earth with the golden light of faith.

“It’s a bird man!” A surprised shout came from the distance.

After absorbing the glass-like dust, Luka’s divine sense was clearer than ever, and he could clearly see those marketing-body types who weren’t afraid of death rushing over to film.

Seeing this, Luka had no choice but to make them faint before they could raise their phones and continue his big clean-up.

After finishing his temporary janitorial work, he landed smoothly.

“Let’s go help in the town first.”

The giant serpent formed by the Demon King’s fire and lightning had also disintegrated when he fell, and now many parts of the town were on fire. The cyclones generated during the battle had overturned some roofs and walls, and many people were injured.

He had proposed it himself, so naturally, no one would refuse.

On the way to the town, Luka noticed a change in the space. The moment the plane’s origin was forcibly extracted, a new planar gate had formed on the island. “Do we go back right after we’re done helping?”

Quill thought for a moment. “Let’s stay for a day.”

Traveling back and forth was very convenient now. Luka seemed to still have some lingering feelings for this world. It would be good to revisit old places.

The disaster in the town was more severe than imagined.

Parts of the road had collapsed, and many ancient trees had fallen. Some of the remaining residents who couldn’t be easily moved were running around in a state of shock.

A young man, frightened out of his wits, sat paralyzed on the ground, his head buried in his knees. “The end is here, the apocalypse has come…”

In the narrow paths that were still passable, there were signs of a stampede about to happen.

The situation was urgent. Luka temporarily picked up a few phones and rigged up a translator for them to use.

Facing the mess, Rio spoke coldly, “The elderly and children go first.”

His dragon’s might naturally brought obedience.

After speaking, Rio looked at Luka. “You first.”

Luka: “…”

Wake up, he’s not a child!

As he spoke, he casually righted a tree and stood in front of a child who had actually fallen. “Don’t be afraid.”

The child’s mouth hung open.

It wasn’t just trees that had fallen, but also power poles. Berlanie sensed a concentration of electrical elements and, like a flash of lightning, picked up a lady and placed her on the other side.

As a cultured dragon who had suffered at the security check, he found an explanation: “Adrenaline.”

Grover said nothing, merely making it snow in the summer to put out the fires. The Elf King gracefully wandered among the rubble and debris, saving birds, saving cats, saving dogs.

Quill quietly watched this scene and shook his head.

In front of him, an old man, whose bone fragments had been re-glued by the mist threads, making him more flexible, asked worriedly, “Child, am I having a final burst of energy before death?”

Too lazy to correct the form of address, Quill expressionlessly took off his glove, revealing a sexy bone hand. He showed how every joint could be rotated at will. “This is a final burst.”

“!!!”

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