Oswede pulled his longsword out of the chest of a humanoid monster.

Black blood flowed on the longsword and it gave off an iron tang that made him feel disgusted.

The lifeless corpse of the monster under his feet had four sharp limbs. Its body was like a leopard and its face was ugly and savage.

Looking up, the ground was filled with the corpses of such monsters, as well as the mutilated corpses of ordinary humans.

This place was originally a village but it was completely destroyed by the monsters.

Oswede's expression was gloomy and there was a scar on his face that extended from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. It was a painful scar left by a saint-level monster. That time, it had almost dug out its entire left eye.

He had become mature and much stronger.

After all, five years had passed.

In the half a year since he came out from the lost Divine Kingdom, the entire continent had undergone great changes.

In one night, countless monsters that looked half human and half monster appeared in the eye of the Abyss in the inherited lands.

They were like locusts. They fed on all living things. Their nature was brutal and they loved to kill.

These demons that were infected by monsters and had the bloodlines of the other races of the continent in their bodies were abandoned and exiled by the other races of the continent. With the resentment accumulated over thousands of years, they killed their way up from the Abyss and destroyed everything in front of them.

The other half of the monster bloodline allowed them to have a physique, strength, and speed that was even stronger than that of the monsters. At the same level, ordinary warriors were no match for them at all.

Ordinary humans were even reduced to food.

In less than three months, the entire west side of the Inmotati Empire had fallen.

It had become the territory of the demi-demons.

Some people called it the second demonic disaster.

Emperor Nicholas the Great had no choice but to seek help from the Saint Realm.

However, due to the loss of the Divine Kingdom, more than 30% of the saint-level powerhouses who were in the process of being born had been lost. Another 30% had been lost in the divine kingdom and had not come out.

This included the Four Great Thrones and the Silver Dragon King.

The remaining saint-tier experts of the Saint Realm had thrown all their efforts into the battlefield but they were only barely able to keep the demi-demons from continuing to expand.

However, the number of demi-demons that had surged out of the center of the Abyss continued to increase. After thousands of years of accumulation, no one knew just how many demi-demons had spawned in the Abyss's eye.

They had survived in the harshest of environments, killing each other and even giving birth to a divine-level demi-demon.

When the divine-domain ranked demi-demon appeared on the battlefield, the army of the immortal nation was completely defeated.

Up until now, more than half of the immortal nation's territory had been occupied by demi-demons.

During the process of fighting the demonic disaster, some people had been forgotten, while some names had become dazzling.

Franklin, the Violet Blade, had fought against three saint-ranked demi-demons in a single battle. He had used his strength alone to defend the entire city. For a time, he had become famous.

Silver Hand Pryce, the former genius of the Church of Light who had been defeated by Joelson and had remained silent for a long time after the death of God's Authority, Chesterton.

After the third year of the demonic disaster, Pryce had returned with saint-ranked strength and killed a mid-stage saint-ranked demi-demon in one fell swoop.

There was also Oswede himself. The name of the Golden Lion had long since spread throughout the entire continent, earning the respect of countless people and saint-ranked powerhouses.

Of course, the most dazzling one was still Holy Zither of the Church of Light. She had once fought against a divine-level demi-demon. Although he could not defeat the demi-demon in the end, she was publicly acknowledged by countless people as the number one person below the divine domain.

Thinking up to this point, Oswede could not help but sigh. A figure flashed through his mind.

The title of the number one person under the throne once belonged to that person.

Even the Holy Zither was defeated by him.

And now, almost no one remembered the youth who suppressed the young geniuses of the entire continent and made them lose their glory.

His name was Joelson Edward.

In the first year of the demonic disaster, there were still people who often called Joelson's name, hoping that he would appear and change the battle situation.

But gradually, more and more people were disappointed, believing that Joelson died in the lost Divine Kingdom.

Even after five years, the news of the fall of the Four Great Thrones began to spread.

Many people fell into fear.

The Dark Church had completely stood on the opposite side of the continent, mingling with the demi-demons.

An evil genius appeared in people's sight.

The Dark Saint, Webster.

Thinking of this name, Oswede's burly body could not help but tremble slightly.

He had once exchanged blows with Webster but he had been casually struck until he vomited blood. If he had not used a secret technique to escape, there might not have been any golden lions left in this world.

It was too terrifying.

Webster had not reached the divine-ranked level either.

However, he was as powerful as Holy Zither—as well as Joelson, who had stood at the peak and overlooked all geniuses five years ago.

"Lord Oswede!"

Oswede collected his thoughts and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"We found a survivor."

A little girl was brought up. Her face was pale and her bright blue eyes were filled with nervousness and fear.

"She was hidden in the storage room and her parents were eaten by the demons."

Oswede's heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle. After a moment of silence, he said, "Take her away."

"Yes!"

Oswede looked at the little girl and his gaze became gentle. Just as he was about to say something to her, he suddenly realized that the little girl's eyes were filled with fear. She suddenly burst into tears.

"They're here! Those monsters are back!"

The little girl pointed behind Oswede and burst into tears.

Oswede turned his head to look. The sky was pitch black. It was filled with cruel and bloodthirsty demons with wings on their backs.

His heart sank.

...

Joelson slowly woke up. His eyes were as clear as a lake. The color of his pupils had completely turned into a faint golden color.

His aura had changed a little. If the original Joelson was an unsheathed legendary greatsword, then the current him was a silent longsword. Once it was unsheathed, it would definitely shine with an epic-like radiance.

The Dark Demon Dragon remained crouching beside him. When it saw him awaken, it let out a long yawn. It was as if it was very dissatisfied with this transaction, using 500 years of its lifespan in exchange for five years of protection.

Shaking its massive body, the Dark Demon Dragon slowly returned to the ranching space.

Joelson noticed that the few golden discuses that the Dark Demon Dragon had left behind were slowly recovering.

After looking at them for a while, he suddenly understood that these were the divine-domain-level puppets from the metal puppet army. They had been used as toys by the Dark Demon Dragon and had been tortured for five years.

During these five years, the Dark Demon Dragon had used them to pass the time of boredom.

Joelson was slightly shocked.

After summoning the Dark Demon Dragon, he had immediately fallen into the inheritance of the divine spark. He had not seen the Dark Demon Dragon make a move.

The four thrones and the undead skeleton, Angus Dubin, were gone. One could imagine how terrifying the Dark Demon Dragon's strength was.