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In the northern part of the world, a long-standing battle between various races and the demon race has finally reached its end. The Demon Lord, a figure with black hair, red eyes, rules from her obsidian palace, having repeatedly defeated the Goddess, the strongest being in the world. However, she refrains from killing her, knowing she will only be reborn to lead another attack.
As the goddess kneels before her, badly injured and helpless, the sounds of explosions echo outside, signaling the imminent victory of the alliance. Despite her immense power, the demon lord acknowledges the demon's overall weakness compared to humans and the Alliance. The development of fighting energy and mana has allowed ordinary humans to fight demons, leading to the demon army's defeat.
Aware of the Alliance's intent to enslave the abyssal demon, the Demon Lord decides to cast a forbidden spell that will cost her life. As the Alliance forces storm the palace, they hesitate upon sensing the spell's energy. The Demon Lord vows to resist and be reborn to save her people.
Meanwhile, the goddess reflects on the demon lord's past treatment of her and acknowledges her respect and dedication to her people. As the demon lord prepares to cast the spell, the goddess asks if she can abandon her plan and live freely. However, demon lords are duty-bound to restore the demon race's glory and protect her people.
Understanding the demon lord's resolve, the goddess readies her sword, intending to clash with the demo lord's forbidden spell. The resulting explosion creates a mushroom cloud, marking the end of the conflict and the start of a new era. The Demon Lord and the Goddess become historical figures, their stories occasionally told.

Abyssal Chronicles

Why would the members of the Divine Punishment Sect appear here?!!

The black-robed members of the Divine Punishment Sect quickly charged into the fleeing crowd,

Watching as the soldiers who fought against them fell one by one under the Holy Church's merciless blades! Watching as one familiar noblewoman after another had their hearts pierced! Watching as her playmates from the past fell one by one into the hands of those cruel black-robed men...

Xingya's heart was gradually consumed by fear, as if the claws of a ghost from the abyss had firmly grasped her, dragging her step by step into an endless, despair-filled quagmire.

Although she appeared somewhat arrogant in her daily life, Xingya was, after all, just a twelve-year-old child,

Chapter 151: Being Hunted