Blood splattered across the battlefield, with lives bursting like bubbles every moment.

The Dread Emperor sat atop the high platform.

He was watching the War Demon Squad's movements. The squad divided into three had finally breached the Kusha camp, confronting the Kingdom Alliance Army from three sides.

The War Demon Squad displayed astounding combat prowess.

Humans were no match for them.

As he predicted, the momentum of the Kingdom Alliance Army was stifled. The only difference was that the retreating forces did not choose to flee; they still chose to charge forward.

Why don't they run? Why aren't they afraid? Why is every one of them as fearless as Milante?

Doubt rose in the Dread Emperor's mind. He clenched his fists, grinding his teeth audibly.

These people were truly an eyesore.

Creatures that don't fear him don't deserve to exist in this world!

The Dread Emperor suddenly stood up.

He couldn't tolerate their defiant attitude; he had to strike hard and make them experience despair and fear.

He moved to the front of the platform, suddenly noticing a small squad approaching from the front left.

The War Demon Squad had overall suppressed the Kingdom Alliance Army's forward momentum.

However, this squad obviously did not move with the main group, numbering about hundreds.

They invaded the Kusha camp, slaughtering their way through, facing no resistance.

Watching this scene, the Dread Emperor became infuriated, instantly vaporizing into deep purple mist within less than a second.

Lightning sparked within, and he swooped down from the platform like a dragon descending upon goblins.

Like a cat landing silently.

The Dread Emperor did not fly over the Kusha army's heads. He carried lightning along the ground, electrocuting and roasting the obstructing Kusha cavalry.

"A bunch of useless trash, disgraceful! Die!"

The Dread Emperor roared.

The Kusha cavalrymen on his path fled in terror.

"Spare us, Dread Emperor!" "No, Dread Emperor!" "Give us another chance!"

He was indifferent to their pleas.

In the blink of an eye, he collided with the hundreds-strong squad, the mist surging to kill them.

Kikyo saw him approach proactively and unflinchingly drew her bow and nocked an arrow.

She released it, and the arrow streaked like a meteor across the sky.

When the Dread Emperor misted, he feared no physical attack; yet, as the arrow came, he suddenly sensed an inexplicable danger.

It made him realize that the arrow was no ordinary one.

The opponent was not ordinary either.

"Are you also an Angel Envoy?"

The Dread Emperor asked, quickly shaping his body to form a hole for the arrow to pass through.

To his surprise, the arrow turned back on its own.

The Dread Emperor's right hand transformed into sword form, slashing fiercely at the arrowhead.

Boom!

A loud explosion erupted, and the power emanating from the arrow made the Dread Emperor feel his mist disperse slightly.

Kikyo drew another demon-breaking arrow and said, "Dread Emperor, you shouldn't exist in this world. Let me purify you."

"Just you?!"

Fury burst from the Dread Emperor's heart as he roared, "Shut up, who do you think I am?

I am the Dread Emperor ruling over the Eastern Continent!

I will dominate everything in this realm, and women like you will be obliterated by me!"

As he spoke, his body surged another several hundred meters, more dense thunder shining within.

Flowing lightning made him appear like the incarnation of the Thunder God.

His eyes widened dramatically; he lifted his hand, and in the void, lightning flashed, with rays of thunder-formed lightning appearing above.

As the Dread Emperor swung forward, thousands of bolts of lightning streaked through the air.

Kikyo lifted her left hand, and a pale purple wave expanded to quickly protect the hundreds-strong squad.

With a rumble!

Each bolt that struck the pale purple wave generated tremors that failed to penetrate further.

Instead, many bolts struck Kusha soldiers. Bodies were incinerated, unable to cry out, falling as charred meat to the ground.

The Dread Emperor's eyebrows furrowed slightly. This woman was indeed troublesome; dealing with her alone wasn't achievable in a short time.

He immediately ordered, "War Demon Squad, return to me quickly!"

His voice echoed across the battlefield.

The right-side War Demon Squad was held off by Inuyasha.

The middle and left squads, with the Kushan's maneuvering, turned their directions, preparing to return and engage Kikyo.

Kikyo's heart sank; her barrier was already struggling to withstand the Dread Emperor's lightning.

If those monsters returned with the Dread Emperor watching closely, her situation would become extremely perilous.

The Dread Emperor was clearly aware of this too, shifting his advancing form towards the left-side monsters.

"Don't think of running."

Kikyo drew a red-feathered sealing arrow.

Her power wasn't directly used for combat but to forge Noble Phantasms.

Inuyasha's Iron-Reaver and the bow and arrows in her hand were crafted by her personally.

The Azusayama Spirit Bow matched with four types of arrows, one being the demon-breaking arrow, another being the sealing arrow she now employed.

Initially, she wanted to kill the Dread Emperor for real. But now, with time insufficient, she had to opt for another plan, using a sealing arrow to banish the Dread Emperor to the Demon Realm.

Letting him be killed by monsters or remain there forever.

Kikyo drew her bow and aimed at the Dread Emperor, releasing a crimson flash.

The Dread Emperor knew well that there was no way to dodge this woman's arrow. He transformed his right arm into a large blade, raising it to strike the arrow.

Silently.

To his shock, the Dread Emperor realized his right arm had hit the arrowhead, yet it dissolved as if plunging into the sea.

"What?!"

The Dread Emperor was taken aback, desperately wanting to sever his arm for self-preservation.

However, the arrowhead emitted a suction force he could not escape, pulling him inside.

"Damn it, what is this?!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The Dread Emperor struggled desperately, unable to resist the suction, helplessly watching himself being absorbed by the arrowhead.

The next moment, the Dread Emperor found himself in a strange world.

There was no life here; the forest was devoid of any leaves, exposing a withered aura.

The sky was lit by a blood moon.

The Dread Emperor suddenly recalled a tale, said to be about how, after God exiled humanity, the fourth son of Leon inherited the position of the King of Wisdom, and worked to better protect humanity.

He created Noble Phantasms.

He used Heaven and Earth Severing Opening Star to create a vast space, throwing a mass of monsters inside to prevent them from harming humanity.

Legend has it that the blood moon shining in the Demon Realm is the sealing Noble Phantasm of the Second Generation King of Wisdom: the Red Wheel.

Could it be that he had been sent to the Demon Realm by that woman?

"Damn it!"

The Dread Emperor was both shocked and furious; was he to spend eternity in the Demon Realm?

No!

He swore to conquer the Demon Realm and then return to slaughter humanity's world!

Thinking this, he suddenly noticed a rock on the ground that looked very familiar to him.

Its shape was nothing more than an egg, with raised bumps on the surface.

This was the magical stone that turned him into an Angel Envoy!

"Haha!"

The Dread Emperor was ecstatic; if this thing transformed him again, his power would surely become even stronger.

Becoming ruler of the Demon Realm was not a dream, but destiny!

...

Meland Canyon.

Inside a hastily assembled tent, the kings and generals of seven nations, and the upper echelons of the Milante Kingdom, had all gathered here.

They anxiously awaited news from inside the tent.

The curtain was lifted, and Kikyo stepped out, her cold expression tinged with sorrow.

Modern approached with heartfelt concern, asking, "Lady Kikyo, how is Milante's condition?"

"I apologize."

Kikyo shook her head.

Her medical skills were indeed superb, but Milante's injuries were beyond what any medicine could heal, and she had no time to create a healing Noble Phantasm.

"I cannot save him."

"Ah!" Modern shouted loudly, turning around to punch Ailian furiously, "You bastard! How did you protect Milante?!"

"Come now, Modern, this isn't Ailian's fault; on the battlefield, no one can assure there won't be mishaps."

Someone nearby quickly pulled them apart.

Ailian did not blame Modern; instead, he slapped himself fiercely several times, "It's all my fault, if I had been more cautious, Milante wouldn't have been hit by an arrow!"

"Cough cough."

A gentle coughing sound came from within the tent.

Everyone rushed into the tent.

Milante on the bed looked particularly haggard and pale, but as he saw them entering, he smiled, "Looks like we won."

"Yes, we won, Lady Kikyo successfully sealed the Dread Emperor into the Demon Realm, and most of the War Demon Squad was eliminated by her, Kusha was defeated."

"Is that so, that's good."

Milante gasped lightly.

He felt his body growing especially weary, looking at the many familiar faces before him, he smiled, "Don't put on those long faces.

Today is a day to rejoice, we've lost to the Dread Emperor so many times, and finally won this time."

Saying this, he looked at Ailian, "On the battlefield, none can guarantee their survival.

Don't blame yourself for my injury, perhaps our God favors me and wants me to accompany Him sooner.

I wonder if He is a great beauty, haha."

No one inside the tent could muster a smile.

Milante didn't joke further, softly speaking, "Keith."

"I am here."

Keith stepped forward, eyes brimming with tears.

Although he hadn't spent much time with Milante, he admired him greatly, always looking up to this young man.

He believed that only someone like him was worthy of being a king.

Milante smiled, "After my death, you shall succeed as King of Milante.

Modern, you all need to assist him well, especially in promoting education.

The Milante Ancient Scripture can be referenced, but the texts I have compiled may not be entirely accurate, so scholars must be allowed to question them."

"Understood."

Modern and the others nodded quickly.

None wanted to refuse Milante's words at this moment.

Milante had intended to speak with Kikyo, but his consciousness began to fade.

In his daze, he seemed to see the scenery of his hometown, windmills turning in the fields, carefree children fearlessly running under the summer heat.

Yet one child was alone under the tree, thumbing through the stories of the King of Wisdom time and again.

It's a pity I never got to meet God...

He closed his eyes.

The sound of crying filled the tent, soon spilling outside, alerting every soldier that a great king had departed from their midst.

Crying echoed throughout the camp.