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"Surrender or die."

That cold, indifferent voice sent a shiver through humanity's soldiers, causing them to tremble in fear. Their faces drained of color, as if they had lost all their blood.

They never expected the Demon Emperor to be so powerful, able to render them completely immobile with such ease.

Despite their immense numbers—around five hundred thousand—he had brought them to their knees, a testament to his terrifying strength.

Many soldiers struggled to breathe under the crushing pressure, yet not a single one dared speak. The choice between surrender and death was no longer theirs to make; it rested with their leaders.

Subconsciously, their eyes shifted toward Luna and Valen, who were in a similar state.

Sensing their gaze, Valen's face flushed with a mix of shame and anger. But even as his emotions surged, he lacked the strength to express them.

Leon lowered his gaze to Luna and Valen, then asked in a nonchalant tone, "So, which will it be? Surrender, or die here?"

Valen remained silent, his teeth clenched as he turned to Luna. Although he and Luna were the leaders of humanity's army, it was clear to anyone that Luna was the true leader.

He had no choice but to leave the decision to her.

At Leon's question, Luna fell quiet, biting her lower lip. Her cold, beautiful face grew pale, but her eyes burned with hatred toward Leon.

"This demon is truly cunning,"

Luna muttered angrily.

She loathed herself for trusting the Demon Emperor so easily. If she could turn back time, she would have slapped her past self.

But she knew that regrets wouldn't change the present. Now, she had to make a decision, facing the choice the Demon Emperor had given.

"Surrender or die... which should I choose?"

Luna murmured to herself, torn with indecision.

If she chose to surrender, Luna knew that she, Valen, Jim, Rain, Natasya, Guren, and the rest of humanity's army would become prisoners to the Demon Emperor and his forces. On the other hand, choosing death... well, that wasn't something she was willing to entertain at this moment.

After more than a minute of deep thought, Luna finally made her decision.

She sighed heavily, her gaze dropping as if unwilling to meet Leon's eyes.

"We choose to surrender," she said coldly.

Valen stared at Luna in disbelief, unable to comprehend her words. But after considering the situation, he fell silent, lowering his head in resignation.

It wasn't just Valen; all of humanity's soldiers felt their spirits crushed by Luna's decision. Their eyes burned with hatred and anger as they glared at Leon. If looks could kill, he would have perished a thousand times over.

"Damn it! How can we possibly surrender!? I can't accept this!" one soldier shouted, his frustration sparking the emotions of those around him.

"I can't accept it either, but we've lost," his companion replied with a heavy sigh.

Many of them struggled to accept the crushing defeat, but they realized that all resistance would be futile. Humanity, which had triumphed over the Demon race for 7,000 years, had now been decisively defeated by the Demons.

While humanity's soldiers wallowed in sorrow, the demon soldiers could hardly contain their exhilaration.

"Hahaha! We won! We won!" One demon soldier cheered, tears of joy streaming down his face.

"Yeah! We won! Hahaha!" His companion replied, equally overcome with tears.

For over seven thousand years, they had been oppressed by humanity, never once claiming victory. Despite the rise and fall of countless generations of Demon Emperors, they had always suffered devastating defeats.

But now, everything had changed. They had finally triumphed over mankind, and the joy of that victory was overwhelming.

However, they knew that this victory hadn't come by chance—it was due to one figure: General Leon.

In unison, they turned to Leon, their eyes filled with respect and fervent admiration.

On the other hand, Leon couldn't help but smile at Luna's decision. The "die" option he had offered was merely a threat.

He had no intention of killing Luna, Valen, or the rest of humanity's soldiers. After all, he still remembered his identity as a human and a Sword Hero.

Had Luna chosen death earlier, he would have resorted to psychological pressure to force her into surrendering.

Fortunately, Luna did not disappoint him, sparing him the need to resort to such tricks.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Leon met her gaze with a gentle look as he lowered the Great Sword of Chaos.

"A wise choice," he remarked.

...

Beneath the Desert of Chaos, five kilometers deep, lay a vast cavern hundreds of meters high. Within this cavern, colossal pillars supported the ceiling, preventing its collapse.

Among the towering pillars stood an enormous and magnificent palace, its grandeur surpassing any palace on the surface, leaving all who gazed upon it in awe.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Yet, the palace exuded an ominous aura, cloaked in sinister black energy. The surrounding space seemed warped, as though the black energy could tear it apart at any moment.

Inside the palace, a vast and majestic altar stood in the center, surrounded by countless statues. Among them, two humanoid statues stood side by side, each gripping a sword in its right hand, drawing the most attention and reverence.

At that moment, a mysterious man sat at the center of the altar. He was strikingly handsome, with long black hair cascading to his waist. His demeanor was calm and indifferent, yet a powerful and terrifying aura radiated from him.

Clad only in trousers, the contours of his perfectly sculpted muscles—his chest, stomach, and torso—were unmistakably visible, leaving anyone, especially women, in awe.

However, several black and gold chains bound his neck, chest, stomach, and lower body, restraining him in place and preventing any movement.

If Leon were to see this man, fear would surely seize him, and nightmares would follow for days, for this man was his eternal enemy—the Evil God he would one day have to face.

After a long, eerie silence in the altar, the man slowly opened his eyes. His pupils, black as the deepest abyss, exuded an ominous pull. Anyone who met his gaze would feel their soul drawn into the eternal darkness, unable to escape.

"The aura I sensed earlier doesn't seem to belong to those two lowly creatures," he murmured softly, his gaze fixed on the two humanoid statues standing side by side in the distance.

His eyes narrowed as the thought took root, and a terrifying black energy began to swirl around him.

"If that's the case, does it mean someone has inherited the powers of the Great Sword of Chaos and the Holy Sword of Zenith?" he asked softly, a cold smile curling on his lips.

*Boom!*

The black energy surrounding him exploded, shaking the entire altar and palace. The surrounding space cracked apart, and a void of darkness spread around him.

*Whoosh!*

But suddenly, the gold and black chains binding his body flared brightly, suppressing the black energy.

His expression grew colder, and a look of hatred flashed in his eyes as he turned them toward the two humanoid statues.

"Luminus Troya, Amon Crimson, you truly are lowly creatures to dare seal a deity as majestic as myself," the man sneered. "No matter what schemes you concoct to oppose me, they will all be in vain."

A cruel laugh escaped his lips, his black eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

"When the time comes, the world will be mine, and you'll watch from the depths of hell! Hahaha!"

His ominous laughter reverberated through the palace, filling every corner with an overwhelming sense of dread.