Chapter 719: The Final Chapter of the Sin Crown
At the very heart of the palace lay a vast Lava Pool, scattered with solidified Molten Lava, Scorching Chains, and Blood-Stained instruments of torture. This was once the prison where PastBair had confined Zaril—but now, it had become her throne room. And there, at the center of it all, sat the Fallen Angel.
Her eyes were closed, her Wings folded, seated upon an Iron Throne forged from swords and Demons' Bones. Her body was enveloped in Hellfire, radiating the terrifying Aura of Intimidation unique to Avernus. Zaril had already projected most of her Strength into the Material Plane, leaving her True Form in Avernus only to maintain the fragile link between the two realms.
Now, the Counter between the Will of Avernus and the Willpower of the Material Plane reached a white-hot intensity. The entire realm of Avernus trembled. Ground cracked open, Volcanic Eruptions tore through the landscape, and countless Wretched Demons perished in the chaos.
As the缔结者 of the "Fallen into Hell" Pact, Zaril bore the crushing weight upon her body, mind, and Spiritual Soul—especially since her Avatar was still locked in battle with Kai Xiusu.
"Ashen Wasteland splits open, Iron City bites Fire, bones pile into mountains, blood pools into seas, Eternal Night stays awake..."
The Lament of Hell echoed through the abyss. Any ordinary Devil who dared to intrude would have been instantly seized by Avernus’ power, his Spiritual Soul branded with an Imprint, and forever enslaved to Zaril.
But Bair—Deep Hell Forgemaster, Past Lord of Avernus, and a being of immense Strength and Willpower—was no ordinary Devil.
"Throne of Avernus," he murmured, gazing at the throne adorned with Skeletons and blades. In his eyes—molten lava balls—there was no fear, only insatiable Greed. He envisioned himself seated upon it, the very image burning in his mind.
Green Poison dripped from his lips, sizzling as it ate into the ground, carving out crater after crater.
A thousand years ago, Bair had been Zaril’s highest-ranking subordinate, the commander of her armies. Then, in secret, he had allied with Mephisto and Balzep, launching a coup without hesitation, betraying his mistress and seizing the throne for himself.
Centuries later, due to the unfavorable tide of the Blood War, Lord of the Nine Hells Asmodeus stripped him of power and reinstated Zaril—casting Bair out as a wandering, broken dog, exiled from the realm he once ruled.
Bair’s deepest regret was not his betrayal… but that he had failed to find a way to kill Zaril. He had only imprisoned her.
Now, at last, he had returned. And before him stood the throne he had dreamed of.
"Avernus’ Throne," Bair stared fiercely at the Fallen Angel, laughing wildly, whispering, "Hahaha... Zaril, that seat was always meant to belong to me—" His voice grew louder, rising into a thunderous roar, "And it will be mine in the future, forever!"
With a sudden surge, he unleashed his massive Bat-like Wings and seized the flaming Greatsword, charging straight toward Zaril.
“Clang—”
Instantly, the Hellfire Incantations Zaril had woven around her were activated. Countless Hellish Chains erupted from the magma, twisting like serpents, lashing toward him.
But Bair was ready. With a single, sweeping slash, he severed every chain midair.
Then came the Crimson Scarlet Thunder—roaring down from above, a torrent of flames surging forward, the overwhelming Hellish Power transforming into lethal, suffocating smoke, threatening to drown the Deep Hell Forgemaster.
This was a devastating Hellfire Incantation—powerful enough to reduce any intruder to ash and dust.
Yet Bair had waited for this moment for centuries. He was prepared.
The twelve Angel’s Heads embedded in his Belt opened their mouths wide, screaming with deep-seated resentment. Their unearthly wails emitted eerie waves that shattered the surrounding thunder and fire, dispersing the onslaught.
With a powerful flap of his Wings, Bair launched forward like an arrow. Space warped under the force of the energy clash. The Deep Hell Forgemaster surged through dozens of blood-red barriers in an instant, appearing before Zaril.
"Hahaha… Zaril… at last… I can finally—"
As space rippled, Bair drew a Longsword from thin air.
This blade was forged from Heavenly Steel—its body gleaming silver, engraved with intricate patterns, emitting a faint glow and a clear, resonant hum. It radiated a holy energy utterly alien to the infernal realm.
This was Zaril’s Sword—the weapon she once bore as an Angel. After her fall, it had changed hands many times, finally ending up in Bair’s possession.
Merely holding it burned Bair’s palm, leaving deep, charred scars.
But he grinned, roaring with ecstasy: "I will kill you with my own hands!"
The Runes etched into Zaril’s Sword flared to life, blazing with a light so pure it made even the most hardened Devil tremble.
Bair gripped the blade with both hands, ignoring the fire consuming his body. Like a merciless executioner, he drove the blade straight into Zaril’s chest.
The Hell-iron Breastplate shattered instantly. The Longsword pierced flesh, plunging deep into Zaril’s heart.
The Hell Lord’s eyes snapped open—golden irises blazing with shock and fury.
"Bair! You—dared to conspire with the outside world—!"
Her scream shattered sulfur-rock within a hundred feet. Crimson-red Thunderbolts struck from the sky, and waves of Hellfire surged from all directions.
"You have defied the Great Will of the Lord of the Nine Hells! You will pay!"
This was Zaril’s Rage. This was the fury of the Lord of Avernus.
But Bair had already made his choice. He would not yield.
Facing the overwhelming Majesty, the Deep Hell Forgemaster gritted his teeth, baring a fierce grin, and roared: "Farewell, Zaril! The Red Dragon will utterly rend your Spiritual Soul!"
With veins bulging, he forced the blade deeper into her heart.
"Spines—!"
The sword pierced through flesh.
As if sensing her master’s fall, a mournful cry echoed across the heavens.
The earth trembled violently. The blood-red sky shook as if something monstrous was about to descend. Every Devil in Avernus looked up, their eyes wide with dread, sensing the change.
They knew—Avernus was about to be reborn.
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Material Plane. Thrace Kingdom, August.
High in the sky, the Black Sun cracked open, revealing a single, bloodshot eye. Crimson cracks spread across the heavens, from which a tide of Devilish essence poured forth like a flood.
Beneath the Red Dragon’s form—vast as a crimson mountain—rose a giant pit, a hundred meters wide. Kai Xiusu pinned Zaril beneath his claw, strength increasing with every moment, causing the earth to crack with a relentless crack-crack-crack.
Zaril spat a mouthful of dark red blood, her voice hoarse: "Red Dragon… I am the Controller of the Blood War. Kill me, and you will shatter the balance of the universe… the consequences will be catastrophic. And the Lord of the Nine Hells will not spare you."
She spoke in ragged breaths, struggling to stay conscious.
"You truly believe you're irreplaceable?" Kai Xiusu shook his head, grinning fiercely. "At heart, you're just a blade Asmodeus used comfortably. As long as someone can do the job better, you can be discarded at any moment."
"No—impossible! You don’t understand the Essence of the Blood War!" Zaril’s voice cracked with desperation.
But then, like struck by lightning, her body went limp. Her Wings drooped. Her Strength vanished at an alarming rate.
"How… how could this happen?" Her expression froze in disbelief. She looked down—and saw it.
A translucent, silver Longsword, shimmering with holy light, was embedded in her chest. Zaril’s own sword—the weapon she once wielded as a Celestial Angel.
Her True Form’s fate in Hell had been projected into the Material Plane. She writhed in agony, fighting for one last breath—but Kai Xiusu would not grant her mercy.
"Looks like my allies are eager," Kai Xiusu grinned, pressing her down harder. He extended the claw adorned with the Decapitation Blade.
"Zaril… what was your greatest mistake?"
"Spines—!"
Before she could answer, Kai Xiusu slashed forward. Silver Order Flame and pure Heavenly Radiance surged from his claw, igniting the air.
The Decapitation Blade plunged deep into her chest. Blood vaporized instantly in the Holy Light, turning into dark red steam.
"Your greatest mistake," Kai Xiusu said softly, "was standing in my way. Standing in the path of the Ashen Empire’s advance."
Boom—
A thunderclap split the sky. The sword’s tip touched her heart—just as the suppressed Angelic Essence, long suppressed by the Lord of the Nine Hells, erupted violently.
The Charred Sacred Inscriptions on Zaril’s Breastplate flared to life, glowing like a thousand dawns piercing through storm clouds. The chains binding her Scorched Heaven-Wings snapped one by one.
Her golden eyes faded, briefly revealing the radiant blue of a Divine Envoy.
"This… is…"
In the midst of agony, Zaril’s mind flooded with Phantom Images:
She saw herself atop Heaven’s Mountain—radiant, glorious.
She saw herself, heartbroken, facing the endless carnage of the Blood War.
She saw her own fall into Hell—determined, resolute, swearing to end the endless torment, to bring a brighter future to the universe, even if it meant descending into Hell.
But then—she saw cities burning beneath her Iron Hooves.
She saw thousands of Mortals screaming in agony under her cruelty.
She saw innocent Spiritual Souls crying out in pain as her whip lashed across their forms.
She witnessed horrors so惨烈, they rivaled even the Blood War itself.
The last remnants of Heaven-Spirit Energy stirred the final vestige of her Angelic conscience.
"…So this is my Atonement," Zaril whispered, a bitter smile curling on her lips. She gripped the sword piercing her chest, letting the Holy Light burn her palm.
Swish—
With a final, desperate surge, she drove the Longsword fully into her heart.
Hellfire and Holy Flame collided, countered, and annihilated each other—creating a hundred-meter-wide vortex of flames. Under the turbulence of energy, her body began to crystallize, parts dissolving into the air like mist.
"Tell Bair…" she spat, her voice fading, "Hell… will never have a winner."
In the end, the Fallen Angel was reduced to ash, scattered by the wind. Only one crimson-red Crystal remained—the Heart of Hell, the condensed Spiritual Soul of a Hell Lord.
Kai Xiusu lifted the Crystal with his claw, swallowed it into his alternate dimension, then Incited his Dragon Wings. A scorching Gale roared beneath him as he soared into the sky.
With Zaril’s death, the connection between Avernus and the Material Plane collapsed. The Black Sun in the sky wept blood. Slowly, its eye closed.
As space distorted, the Black Sun blurred, warped, and then vanished—popping out of existence.
The entire Material Plane seemed to rejoice.
The dark clouds shattering like glass. The Spatial Rift sealed shut. The blood-red glow faded—replaced by the radiant, blinding Light of Sacred Day.
Even the demons still slaughtering in the realm sensed the change.
"No… no! Zaril-sama is dead!"
"By the Lord of the Nine Hells!"
Low-ranking Wretched Demons and Tiny Devils shattered like cracked pottery, screaming as they fled toward the Hell Rift, dissolving into ghostly forms.
"How… how could she be dead?! How could she die?!" The Deep Hell Forgemasters roared in panic, struggling desperately—but it was useless.
The gates of Hell slowly opened. Chains materialized from nowhere, dragging their bodies back into the Nine Hells.
Unlike the lesser demons, these powerful Forgemasters were filled with terror and despair. They knew—if Bair returned to the throne, Avernus would be purged from top to bottom. Their status, strength, even their very life force… could be erased in the blood purge.
And among Zaril’s loyalists were many who had once helped overthrow Bair—true “heroes” in the eyes of history.
Inside the City of August, the Holy Guards—masterless—began to burn. Their bodies turned to ash, wings reduced to dust, scattering across the wind.
In mere minutes, every Devil within the vicinity of August vanished from the Prime Material Plane—leaving behind only an Ashen Wasteland, strewn with wreckage.
The Radiance of Sacred Day bathed the earth, illuminating the scarred and wounded land. Around August, rivers of solidified Molten Lava stretched across the ground.
The people of the Empire, the Thracians—still recovering from the slaughter by the Demon Army—looked up at the sky.
"Amanata above…"
"That’s… King Kai Xiusu!"
"He killed the Devil… ended the nightmare… brought us light!"
"Great Red Dragon, Long Live! King Kai Xiusu is the True Sun King!"
High above, the Red Dragon soared, mouth clasping the sun, wings unfurling. Crimson-gold scales gleamed under the sunlight, their outlines blurred by radiant light, making him appear almost divine.
Kai Xiusu let out a long, echoing Roar: "As long as I live, August shall forever be bathed in the Radiance of the Sun!"
"Long Live the Empire!"
"Long Live Emperor Kai Xiusu!"
In an instant, beneath the Sun, everyone—man, woman, child, young, old, of every race—shouted in unison, their voices rising like waves, enduring for a long time. Many wept, overwhelmed with emotion.
After enduring the despair of the Black Sun’s shadow, they now adored the Emperor who had rescued August from Hell.
The sound surged, wave after wave, echoing through the land.
Kai Xiusu, his Pale Golden Eyes sweeping across the earth, felt the flood of Faith Power rising, pouring into him.
On his Character Sheet, new words appeared—fresh, unblemished.
> [Covenant Breaker]
> "Shattered Hell’s oldest parchment Pact, severed Purgatory’s Authority with mortal flesh. Every crack in Hell’s Crown is a monument to your Merits."
(End of Chapter)
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