When he wiped out the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers descending from the sky, with not a single demon standing behind him, he knew he was a discarded pawn. The crusade of the heavens and all the gods was something he could not escape, nor did he intend to.
He accepted his death calmly, defected to the Demon race, and became a fallen god. He never regretted it.
The blood-red sunset that day was exceptionally magnificent, the entire firmament dyed in crimson. His blood splashed across that vast earth, and as he fought on, he grew fiercer and fiercer, feeling an incomparable exhilaration in his heart, as if venting his dissatisfaction with the heavens. Why should he work hard for half a lifetime only to receive such a divine post? The heavens were unjust!
Chapter 288