I Saved the Demon King Who Was About to Commit Suicide – Chapter 7

The woman I had chased to kill until now was infinitely beautiful.

Her jet-black hair contrasted sharply with her pale, smooth skin, looking as if the night sky had been skillfully cut out and placed there.

Seated on her throne, wearing a black dress that flowed down to her toes with her legs crossed, she seemed to exude arrogance.

Her red eyes, colored like an otherworldly flower, were fixated on them.

Any man would find her truly beautiful enough to make their hearts race, but to Evan, she appeared not as a lover but as death itself.

The overwhelming aura of death radiating from her was so intense that it made one forget her beauty.

‘That person is the Demon King…’

Cold sweat trickled down my back. My hand gripping the hilt of my sword subconsciously tightened.

Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to run away immediately.

Evan was certain of one thing.

‘There’s no way we can win.’

Just by looking, he could feel the overwhelming difference in strength.

The power emanating from the Demon King made even the First Legion Commander, who pushed all Apostles to their limits, look like nothing more than a bug.

As Evan turned to glance at the expressions of the other Apostles, he realized they felt no differently than he did.

{What are you all waiting for?}

The eerie voice reverberated in the space, inducing a sense of dread.

The Apostles, paralyzed by fear that blanketed their minds, couldn’t move.

However, Evan felt a peculiar loosening of his body as if the Demon King’s voice had cut through the fog.

‘To think I came this far and was considering retreating.’

Evan let out a brief, hollow laugh before drawing his sword and aiming it at the Demon King.

He spoke to the other Apostles, still paralyzed by fear.

“…This is truly the final battle. Everyone, prepare yourselves.”

The other Apostles shook themselves free from Evan’s words and began to ready themselves for the final battle, whatever direction it may take.

“Hey, kid, once this is over, let’s grab a drink.”

“Save that talk for afterwards.”

“Hahaha! We’re going to win like always, what’s there to worry about?”

Alastor burst into a big laugh and charged at the Demon King.

“Then I’m going!!”

With that, he swung his axe, imbued with magical power, toward her.

In the next moment.

{How amusing.}

The Demon King swung her sword.

It seemed to move at a speed that was clearly avoidable, yet Alastor couldn’t budge from his spot.

It was as if he was in a different time altogether.

“What the—…”

In an instant, her strike left a single red line in the air.

That line aimed precisely for Alastor’s neck and severed it.

Scrape.

With a sound of something being cut, blood gushed from the severed part like a fountain, and blue rain began to fall from the sky.

{…To think you couldn’t even dodge something like this.}

Alastor’s head rolled on the ground, having been cleaved by the Demon King’s great sword.

It was instant death.

In a mere swing of her sword, an Apostle, hailed as the savior of the continent, lay dead.

Even though he could confidently claim to be the second strongest among the Apostles in sheer strength.

“Oh my god…!”

The remaining Apostles’ faces twisted in shock at the breathtaking sight.

Even Evan, who always maintained his cool in battle, felt his pupils wildly shake in that moment.

{Is this the best that this generation of Apostles can do? Not even as good as a passing bug.}

Evan’s teeth clenched so hard it hurt at the Demon King’s words.

Though they often bickered, Alastor had been the colleague he trusted the most for eight years.

He was a friend with whom he relaxed on normal days and a mentor when learning to fight.

He couldn’t forgive her for insulting someone like him.

“…We can’t just sit here. If death is the only option, then it’s better to try something and die, right?”

The other Apostles nodded in agreement.

“That’s right. If we can’t kill her, let’s at least take one of her wings with us!”

The Saintess enveloped her allies in magical power, amplifying their abilities, and thus opened the curtain on the final war that would remain in history.

“Alright. I’ll give my all to stop the Demon King.”

Tristan imbued the allies with a thick barrier of magical power and darted forward.

“Evan, I’ll back you up from behind.”

Athena unfolded her radiant wings, soaring into the air to join Evan at the front.

{Well then, let’s see you struggle fiercely.}

A powerful hum resonated as the Demon King reached out her hand, causing black magical energy to surge from beneath her feet, forming thousands of swords.

{Feel the difference in our ranks, and despair.}

The thousands of swords moved according to the Demon King’s will, descending upon the Apostles.

Clang clang clang clang!!

The barrier clashed with the swords, producing a rough sound.

“It won’t last long… This attack is stronger than I expected.”

Under the relentless assault, cracks began to appear in Tristan’s barrier.

“I’ll help.”

Macanio twisted space momentarily, altering the trajectory of the swords.

Thanks to this, the swords collided with each other, losing power, and fell to the ground.

“Now!”

Taking advantage of the lull in the attack, Evan and Athena thrust their weapons toward the Demon King.

Boom!

A tremendous sound echoed as dust flew up into the air.

‘There was no feeling of connecting with the attack.’

Though he couldn’t see clearly, Evan instinctively realized that their attacks hadn’t hit the Demon King properly.

‘She’s wielding a great sword, so she must have a big preparation motion. She won’t be able to block the next attack.’

While the great sword had strong destructive power, its speed was slower.

Evan thought he had the upper hand in speed and was poised to follow up with his attack, but in that moment, something hot splashed against his cheek.

“Ahhhh!”

Simultaneously, he heard Athena’s painful scream.

{Fool.}

Dust dissipated, revealing Athena with a dagger piercing her vital point.

{Did you believe everything you saw?}

The Demon King pushed Athena aside and discarded the great sword in her hand.

With impressive speed, she switched to a longsword stuck in the ground and charged at Evan.

Clang clang clang!

The clash of swords produced dissonant sounds.

The disparity in levels made it impossible for Evan’s sword to synchronously clash with the Demon King’s blade.

{Oh. It seems you can at least block an attack.}

“…I didn’t survive this far for nothing.”

{Then let’s see how much skill you really have.}

Evan’s eyes were barely able to keep up as the Demon King’s sword moved again.

Clang clang!

One sword, then another.

Each time their blades clashed, the pain felt as though his muscles were being torn apart.

{Try blocking this too!}

With a sudden weapon switch, the blade that changed from the longsword to the dagger grazed Evan’s neck, leaving a red wound.

If he hadn’t instinctively turned his neck to avoid it, the attack would have pierced through the center of his throat.

The thought that he could die with just one mistake filled him with terror and tightened his body.

‘…Can I win?

The First Legion Commander he fought before hadn’t been able to kill an Apostle in one strike.

Yet the Demon King easily killed two Apostles mere minutes after the battle began.

Just by swinging her sword a few times.

‘No, is she even a being that can be killed?’

As doubt rose within him due to the overwhelming difference in strength.

{To be thinking of other things while I stand before you.}

Evan barely snapped back to reality at the Demon King’s remarks and attempted to block her incoming attack, but the timing was far too late.

Clang!

His sword shattered under the magical-infused attack, sending shards flying.

Seizing the instant of vulnerability, the Demon King kicked him, causing Evan’s body to be slammed back, crashing against a pillar.

“Guh!”

{It seems your journey ends here.}

Thud!

The Demon King’s sword pierced Evan’s chest.

“Gah!”

He felt the cold blade intrude, piercing through to his heart.

“Evan!!!!”

The Saintess cried out his name as if in anguish.

{Did you think capturing the demon kind would allow you to conquer the Demon Realm?}

The Demon King looked down at Evan with cold eyes as she withdrew her sword from his chest.

“A… ah…”

Blood spewed from his mouth.

From the wound in his chest, blood poured out violently.

{No, you cannot conquer the Demon Realm.}

His vision slowly blurred.

He saw the Demon King slaughtering the other Apostles.

{I am the Demon Realm.}

The bones that formed Ophelin’s body shattered under her magical power.

Sio lay on the ground, her torso separated from her lower body, and Macanio had fallen with his heart ripped out.

Tristan tried to endure as much as possible behind his barrier, but in the end, the Demon King’s sword pierced through his abdomen, making him bleed and die in agony.

All this unfolded in less than five minutes.

With an overwhelming gap in power, the Apostles fell one after another, unable to resist.

Now, only the Saintess and Sharon remained.

{Is it just the two of you left?}

The Demon King’s footsteps slowly approached their side.

“No, please…!”

Evan, forcing his unwilling body up, uttered.

The Demon King turned her gaze towards him at the sound from behind.

{…It’s not unusual for you to be in a state that should be dead, but you’re holding on with sheer will, are you?}

“The Saintess… must be…”

{Ah… so that was it.}

The Demon King, grinning wickedly at Evan’s words, drew closer to the Saintess.

Then, with no hesitation, she plunged a dagger into her shoulder.

“Ah, aaaaahhh…!”

Unaccustomed to pain, the Saintess writhed, letting out a scream filled with agony.

{Seems you care quite a bit for her…}

“Don’t, stop…”

{In that case, enjoy it while you can; this body is no different from a corpse, so make her suffer until the end.}

After pulling the dagger from the Saintess’s shoulder, the Demon King stabbed her again.

All in places that weren’t vital.

It was clear that she intended to toy with her before delivering the final blow.

Evan felt his head turn white with rage at that sight.

In his blank mind, one thought filled his consciousness.

‘I want to kill her…’

The one who had murdered all his precious companions.

Now, inflicting pain on someone he cherished.

He wanted to tear her apart and kill her.

But contrary to those desires, the amount of blood flowing from his wounds gradually increased, and his heart began to lose its function.

‘Kill her, just kill her…’

He could no longer produce a voice as blood filled his throat.

His vision turned increasingly red as his consciousness faded away.

‘Demon King…’

His sight, hearing, and sense of pain.

All senses shut down simultaneously, and Evan’s head drooped weakly.