Why must the devil be Defeated?

Chapter 128: 127 So desperate? (Eighth update, please subscribe! Seeking monthly tickets!)

“Boom…”

With a slow thud to the ground, Beddo, the only surviving member of the Old Demon Clan Faction, could no longer hold on.

“Ugh… Ah…”

Covered in scars and with hardly an intact piece of skin, Beddo lay on the ground, barely hanging on to life. Only a few stifled sounds of misery from his throat informed everyone of the torment he suffered.

The effects of the magic potion had long since worn off.

There was not a trace of magic power left.

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Now, Beddo was truly at the end of his rope, exhausted and left with nothing but his last breath.

And that breath was deliberately left by his opponent.

Shane stood in front of Beddo, holding a magic sword, while simultaneously retracting the magic power from his body, he spoke out as if caring.

“How about it? Can you still stand?”

This statement not only scared Beddo but also the knights and adventurers watching.

Who had caused Shane’s tone to sound so caring while his face expressed a sense of unfulfilled desire?

It was as if he was saying—”I’m not done playing yet.”

“Devil…”

“Devil…”

The watching knights and adventurers were filled with fear, not looking at one of their own, but rather facing someone even more terrifying than Beddo from the Old Demon Clan.

In fact, in the eyes of everyone present, Shane had undoubtedly become a more terrifying existence than Beddo, even the most fearsome person of their lives.

It was believed that after today, Shane’s brutality would spread even further throughout Lamijion.

But that was a story for another time.

As the recipient of all of Shane’s cruelty, Beddo had only one thing to say now.

“Please kill me… Please…”

Tears flowed down from Beddo’s eyes as he witnessed true hell.

Because, towards the end, Shane didn’t just slash Beddo or cut off parts of him; he also stuffed things like stones, daggers, and dirt into Beddo’s wounds, forcing Beddo to watch his wounds heal rapidly while the objects embedded became a permanent part of his body, never to be removed.

That kind of feeling could definitely drive someone insane.

Now, Beddo wasn’t just outwardly covered in scars with no unblemished skin, but his insides were equally marred.

Shane admired this.

“To think you haven’t died despite this, you truly live up to being a Demon Clan, such resilience. I knew I should have stuffed in more interesting things, like insects.”

Hearing this, Beddo’s face filled with terror, and no matter what, his body couldn’t stop trembling.

“Devil…”

“Devil…”

Even the observing knights and adventurers started to tremble.

Especially Leon and Udilis, who were not particularly powerful to begin with; having witnessed Shane’s brutality firsthand, their faces turned as pale as paper, devoid of even a hint of color.

“This Shane…”

Vivian started to laugh and cry at the same time.

“What twisted humor.”

Tielle frowned.

“So terrifying…”

Lu Muya’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Mr. Shane…”

Merica’s face was full of conflict, clearly distressed by Shane’s brutality, as her inherently kind-hearted elf nature found the whole ordeal frightful.

Of course, Shane was only speaking figuratively.

No matter what, Shane wasn’t the type to actually do such things.

After all, insects are disgusting; even if Beddo was willing to have them stuffed in, Shane would have to be willing to touch them first.

Shane would never admit that he was actually terrified of insects. (How ironic)

Beddo just wanted to get it over with quickly.

“Kill me, please… Just end it quickly…” Beddo pleaded, “Otherwise, I might do as Killian did and stab one of my own. I don’t ask you to spare me; I just want to be freed…”

Poor child, he was driven to this extent.

But now, Beddo finally understood why Killian didn’t dodge or evade when Beddo caught his head.

Given Killian’s level and strength, even if the opponent was Beddo, it shouldn’t be difficult for him to dodge the attack, especially while Beddo was severely injured, right?

Yet, Killian didn’t dodge at all and just let Beddo rip his entire head off, which showed that he had also resolved to die.

Suddenly, Beddo remembered a detail.

That was, when he was about to rip off Killian’s head, a trace of… relief seemed to appear on Killian’s stunned face…?

Thinking of this, Beddo felt his heart nearly trembling in fear.

“Kill me, please, I beg you…!”

Beddo almost disregarded the fact that he couldn’t move and was about to kneel and kowtow to Shane.

However…

“You said you also want to stab one of your own?”

Shane, seemingly struck by a thought, suddenly asked this.

Seeing this, Beddo was also stunned, but then quickly nodded.

“I… I want… I want to… Please give me a chance…!”

Beddo was nodding frantically like this.

Shane’s eyes shifted as he said, “I heard that Killian originally belonged to Dragon Demon’s troops; since you’re so familiar with Killian, you must also be quite familiar with that Dragon Demon, right?”

Such words made Beddo stiffen all over.

No, not just Beddo, even Vivian and others widened their eyes, guessing what Shane was suggesting, their bodies tensed.

“You… you mean…?”

Beddo looked at Shane with a face full of fear, hoping for a response that was beyond his expectations.

But Shane gave Beddo a big smile.

“That’s right.” Shane patted Beddo’s shoulder as if entrusting him with an important task, his face alight with a refreshing smile, “Why don’t you go and try stabbing that Dragon Demon?”

Beddo felt everything go dark before his eyes.

Vivian and the others seemed like they had seen a ghost.

—— “Dragon Demon.”

Once directly under the Demon King, one of the first-born of the Demon Clan, and also one of the current apexes of the Demon Clan. As one of the six Demons who commanded the entire Demon Clan, even the Three Great Goddesses of the Divine Race dared not provoke this terrifying being lightly.

Facing such an entity, what was Shane asking Beddo to do?

Beddo lowered his head.

Half a second later…

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah…!”

Beddo screamed crazily, as if having a resurgence of light before death, ignoring his severe injuries, smashing his head heavily onto the ground.

“Smack!”

Like a watermelon smashing onto the ground, Beddo’s head burst open, spattering white and red and various colored substances all around.

“Oh!”

Shane, who was relatively close to Beddo, nearly got splashed, and immediately dodged while exclaiming.

“Is it necessary to do this?”

Shane looked at Beddo’s mangled corpse, his face full of astonishment.

Little did he know, the bystanders were trembling even more intensely.

Looking at Shane’s innocent face, the crowd swore in their hearts.

They must not offend him.

Not even in death.