Collapse of Iron: From the practice of Taixu Sword Qi, the world is unrivaled

"Jessica! Do you want to live?" Melina pulled Jessica's belt with lingering fear.

If they really angered Snake, they would probably be in big trouble. Although she was about to die, Melina still wanted to see what the "Devil" looked like. It would be best if she could leave a record before she died for future generations to study.

"Be good, I'm better than you at dealing with this kind of scum. People like She Si bully the good and fear the evil. If you take one step back, he will take ten steps forward. To deal with him, you have to be more ruthless than him. You can't retreat even a single step!"

Jessica's eyes were fierce, like a ferocious female leopard showing its fangs and claws.

"Hey, Jessica, what do you think is the purpose of our reincarnation every sixty years? Is it just to train a group of people with strong taste to feed the devil?"

Jessica laughed and buried Princess Melina's little face in her chest and rubbed it. She didn't realize that the little princess had learned to joke under her influence.

"I think it's a good day. For those who are in high positions, this day every sixty years may be very painful, because the people who send sacrifices must be the descendants of people of high status. After all, the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. Most of the strong people come from nobles! But for the common people below, this day every sixty years will be the most peaceful year on the continent. There will be no fighting between the five countries, and the Waks will not disrupt the sacrificial year. Everyone can live and work in peace and spend this wonderful year."

"Wow, Jessica, I'm going to be suffocated to death by you, let me go quickly!"

Jessica let go of Melina and stretched her body. Her muscles were beautifully streamlined, shaped perfectly and naturally.

"Melina, if the Demon King didn't exist, wouldn't our Waks have been wiped out by you humans long ago? Although the individual combat power of the Waks is extremely strong, we live in scattered places, scattered in every corner of the continent, living in the form of small tribes. We only gather together to select heroes for the ritual battle every sixty years. As long as you five countries don't fight among yourselves and spend a few hundred more years to defeat the Waks one by one, there is almost no surprise that we will definitely be wiped out!"

Melina looked at Jessica in surprise. She didn't expect that Jessica, who was always carefree, would think about such deep things. But if it was really as Jessica assumed, it was possible that this would happen.

"Sorry...Jessica."

Jessica took a deep breath, ruffled Melina's beautiful purple hair, and let out a hearty laugh.

"Princess Melina, don't apologize. I'm not a pure-blooded Waq. Maybe when a mixed-blood like me takes power, I will do the same. It's a biological instinct to exclude dissidents. It's normal!"

"Jessica, do you remember the legend I told you?" Melina gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind.

Jessica smiled oddly, "Is it the alien legend?"

Melina once said that the human race is actually foreign immigrants. This world is located on a planet. Beyond the sky is a larger sky dotted with stars. Intelligent life may be born on every star.

Jessica took a wait-and-see attitude towards this. After all, it was too bizarre. She really couldn't imagine a world she had never seen. Just saying that this world was an extremely huge planet was incredible. In her cognition, this world should be a flat world with Wak Island as the center. The Sisten tree took root in the base soil and absorbed nutrients for the entire world.

Seeing that Jessica didn't believe it, Melina became a little anxious.

"Jessica, what I said is true. I got it from a relic stone slab. That stone slab is at least thousands of years old. In addition, my family's holy book "The Hourglass" also has similar records. Even the other four countries have similar records. This is definitely not fabricated history, but the truth!"

Jessica waved her hands helplessly, "Okay, okay, even if you are right!"

"So, what does this have to do with us?"

really……

Melina had a depressed look on her face. They had no power. Even if they knew the truth about the world, it would be useless. Unless their ancestors who had traveled the starry sea came back and descended into this world, it would be possible for the people here to believe it.

"Well, Jessica, you're such a killjoy..." Melina pouted, and the raised part was so big that she could hang a teapot on it.

Rumble!

Accompanied by a sudden earthquake, the faces of everyone on the ship changed at the same time. Jessica and Melina also put away the idea of playing around and looked at the Waker Island which was already taking shape in the distance. In the middle of the endless green forest, a towering tree grew, and at the top of the tree was a huge fruit. And that fruit was the embryo that gave birth to the Demon King.

Despite the long distance, the aura emitted by the Demon King Fruit was still frightening, as if a herbivore had seen its natural enemy. The fear that was engraved deep in the soul made everyone shudder.

Is this the fruit of the devil?

It’s so big!

Even a giant dragon would be no different from an ordinary lizard in front of it!

The warriors sent by the Gumon Empire and the Elseran Empire were all men, seven in total, four from the Gumon Empire and three from Elseran. They looked at each other and saw the surging fighting spirit in each other's eyes. For thousands of years, no warrior has ever returned from Wak Island intact. They will be the first batch!

On the south deck of the ship, there were two heroes from the Novalen Empire, a man and a woman, Ian and Karen. Together with the foreign aid from the Wak tribe on the mast, there were exactly three heroes, a medium number among all empires. Because of the sacred contract, the total number of heroes sent out was regulated. The more places each country grabbed, the more resources the country would be allocated in the next sixty years, and resources meant a strong national strength!

"Karen, do you know why we only send a fixed number of people here?"

Ian is a handsome young man wearing silver armor and short golden hair. He is also the most powerful knight in Novaren in the past thousand years.

That’s right, no doubt about it!

He was the last person standing on the field in the brave selection battle. Although no one used the final killer move, there was no doubt that Ian's strength had surpassed all the brave men in history. He could even fight against multiple brave men alone without being defeated. His strength was too abnormal!

If it had not been revealed in the sacrificial battle, and if it had not happened to be the sixtieth year since the Demon King was born, the other four countries would undoubtedly have spared no effort to assassinate this abnormal person. After all, if Ian was given time to develop, it might disrupt the stability that the continent had maintained for thousands of years.

Karen also has golden hair as bright as the sun. The golden hair is carefully combed and tied into a high ponytail, hanging behind her, dancing lightly with the sea breeze.

If Ian had not existed, Karen would undoubtedly have become the most powerful knight in Novarun. Her strength and ability were both at the top level. Unfortunately, she was suppressed by Ian's brilliance and no one noticed her brilliance.

Karen stood facing the sea breeze, slightly puzzled by Ian's words, "According to ancient books, the more people the Demon King kills, the stronger he becomes. Naturally, we can't send too many weaklings to sharpen the Demon King's sword!"

Ian raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a mysterious smile: "No, no, no, you are wrong, this is not the main reason!"

"What do you mean, Ian, what did you know?" Karen frowned.

"We send a group of heroes every sixty years. It's like a convention. Even the Waks, who are already small in number, will send their strongest warriors. That's why we have persisted for so long!"

"According to the sacred contract, the more people we send, the more resources we can get, so everyone is fighting for the rise and fall of the country!"

"The Waks don't abide by the sacred contract, and their resources are useless to their small numbers. They don't use metal armor or weapons to arm themselves!"

"The Waks are following their ancestors' teachings, right? Isn't this their ritual? It represents the glorious battle of the tribe!"

Ian winked at Karen and sneered, "Karen, you've become stupider since you became the leader of this honorary knight group!"

Karen was angry and a little impatient with Ian's riddle.

"Damn it, Ian, just say what you want to say. I don't have time to play tricks with you."

"Don't you understand? Karen, how is it possible that we have been able to defeat that monster all the time in these thousands of years of ritual battles? But in that year of history, have you ever seen the true face of this so-called demon king?"

"That's right, Karen!"

"Not once!"

Karen's face was solemn. Although this had been a convention for thousands of years, they had never seen the Demon King. There were not even any murals or stone statues recording him. In their minds, the Demon King was just an abstract concept.

"So, Ian, you think the Devil doesn't exist?"

Ian shook his head and said, "No, the Demon King should exist. Look at the huge fruit on Wak Island, it is full of violent murderous aura. That should be the Demon King who hunts all things. But I doubt one thing..."

At this point, Ian's lips curled up into an evil smile.

"What..." Karen had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Karen, do you think that our group of brave warriors have never defeated the so-called Demon King? It's just that every time this Demon King descends on the continent, he never massacres people in a way that we can recognize!"

Karen shuddered and suddenly thought of something.

Natural disasters, tsunamis, plagues, hurricanes, these disasters seem to occur once every sixty years, and will inevitably lead to the extinction of large numbers of humans, livestock, plants, and animals, as if an invisible hand has snuffed out half of all life.

Ian asked coldly: "So let's go back to the original question, Karen, why do you think only a fixed number of people are sent over each time?"

The chill in Ian's words and eyes made Karen shudder. If what Ian said was true, it would usher in the biggest turmoil in the entire continent in a thousand years. If the Demon King could not be killed, it would be meaningless for the strong to come and die. Then, with thousands of years of resentment accumulated, I am afraid that even the destiny of this thousand-year-old kingdom could not withstand it.