The golden crossbow arrow pierced through the scale armor, not because of its terrifying penetration power, but as it entered Tiamat's massive body, it immediately burst into countless tiny spikes, scattering in all directions.

And the core of that crossbow arrow penetrated through the huge, writhing dragon organs, aiming directly at the heart that pumped the scorching dragon blood throughout the body.

Countless dragon souls filled with resentment entered Tiamat along with the crossbow arrow, like a horde of gluttonous evil beasts imprisoned for countless ages, opening their bloody mouths to devour the flesh of this dragon ascending to godhood.

To outsiders, this terrifying Demon Dragon, spewing endless dragon flame, suddenly let out a roar filled with fear, and its massive body struggled violently in the air.

Moments later, it crashed to the ground like a meteor.

The piercing wails made those who heard it feel a chill on their scalp; what kind of terrifying pain could torture such a fierce Demon Dragon into such a state? The legendary Sevenfold Fire Prison is probably just like this.

On the dragon's back, the young man wailed frantically.

Due to the connection of minds, he endured a significant part of the dragon's death fear and its agony as it approached death.

This gave him the impulse to simply abandon his original target and flee.

But at this moment, the Demon within his heart prevailed instead; he originally thought Losa was the embodiment of an Abyssal Demon Dragon, then believed he was some ancient being mastering rules, coming from another world.

He planned to hunt enough souls in the human world quickly to regain his desires, and when his strength recovered, he would escape back to the Abyss.

He didn't believe Losa could chase him into the Abyss.

But later, he realized that Losa's strength wasn't as overwhelmingly powerful as his presence indicated; it was the speed at which his strength increased that astonished even an Abyss Lord like him.

He was very sure that if he wanted to continue staying in the human realm, one day, he wouldn't be able to resist that terrifying power of rules, becoming its slave.

Even though he was the Succubus Lord governing passions, his origins were not from succubi. Moreover, even succubi would prefer to manipulate others rather than become someone else's plaything.

He must die!

Elis, holding the King-slaying Blade, wore a vicious expression.

But when he looked at Losa, the brutality in his eyes suddenly turned into deep admiration, and the original plan to unleash his power suddenly faltered.

"Damn it, here it comes again!"

This being, enjoying a place in the Abyss and whose Person was comparable to some mighty Ancient Gods, fell into a peculiar struggle, trying to use his own status to counter the system's template rule.

Yet, even an unstarred template of an ordinary soldier was a manifestation of the system's power of rules.

…

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Shemir, the legendary mage, for the first time utterly lost control of his expression.

The anticipated battle of the Demon Dragon to please him never occurred; Tiamat, blessed by his ascension to godhood, was killed just in one encounter by that giant crossbow—though not dead yet, as its creator, he could clearly feel Tiamat's life force sliding irrepressibly towards the abyss of death.

In his view, the Dragon Slayer Crossbow was only on par with that Holy Spear as a divine artifact, perhaps even inferior; Losa's power, no matter how strong, was at most similar to the Knight of Radiance.

This level of power shouldn't and couldn't kill Tiamat, a creation he had poured all his might into.

He never knew that this divine artifact from another world had a special effect against giant dragons.

Tiamat's formidable life force and defense attributed to dragons actually became side effects in front of this Dragon Slayer Crossbow.

If it were merely an awakened Ancient God, this arrow would have difficulty achieving such a result.

...

Cheers rolled like waves, with one roar after another.

"Long live!"

"God bless our King, Losa!"

"Praise God, praise the King of the Crusaders!"

Unbeknownst to anyone when or who started it, the title "King of the Crusaders" resounded throughout the Crusader camps, and the true two kings among the Crusaders both revealed a faintly bitter expression.

Richard said with a somewhat bitter smile, "It seems that not long from now, there will be a new king crowned in the Holy Land."

However, just at this moment, a pitch-black figure abruptly appeared before the invincible Crusader King in the eyes of the Crusaders, and plunged the black dagger in his hand into the King's heart.

The cheers instantly turned into chaos, with countless Crusaders wanting to charge forward immediately to kill that despicable assassin.

What pierced through Losa's chest was, of course, that King-slaying Blade.

This was an extremely powerful Divine Artifact Level weapon. The body occupied by the Demon was originally just an ordinary person, who, by relying on this object, forcibly gained terrifying Power capable of even killing high-level Casters.

As of now, the one wielding this murderous weapon was no longer an ordinary person, but an Abyss Lord who had lived countless ages.

"He's doomed!"

Shemir's expression was somewhat grave.

Beneath the King-slaying Blade had fallen countless renowned nobles, with the most famous being Caesar, the one known as the "Great Emperor." All sixty involved in the plot died oddly within three years, several under this dagger.

This was a deadly cursed tool that even backlashes against its wielder!

Even Shemir himself, who had evolved the Star Spirit Body into the Sea of Stars and had completely ascended in Life Force, was sure that if the dagger struck him, he, too, would die.

So, what exactly was his new student, who hid such a profound aura of demonic energy and lurked beside him, planning?

If he intended to attack, could Shemir truly defend himself without forewarning, especially while focused on the Alchemy Ceremony?

"Die, die!"

The Demon Lord in human skin frantically shouted, pushing the King-slaying Blade into Losa's body. Tears and snot streamed down his face, shifting between ecstasy and remorse, and then suddenly into sorrow.

He resembled a madman dealing with schizophrenia.

Yet, the complex emotions on its face quickly froze into "terror"!

"You're not hurt?"

"How is that possible?"

This terrifying weapon, after being lodged into Losa's body, didn't result in any sign of discomfort, nor did his aura change at all.

Its voice severely distorted, no longer the disguised youthful tone, nor the seductive female voice used when speaking with Losa before, but rather coarseness akin to sandpaper, like the hissing of a snake.

Losa's face showed a hint of mockery: "Your struggles these days... to be honest, I saw through it all."

The system's prompt sounded very aptly: "The blank template can no longer bind the job change target; it has defected."

For days, Losa frequently heard this sound, sometimes indicating: "The blank template has once again restrained it," essentially bouncing between a red-named enemy and a green-named ally.

Following the newly developed system capabilities, Losa could even precisely pinpoint the Demon Lord's location.

Losa wasn't on guard because even if it "betrayed," it couldn't defy the system's follower rules — as long as Losa didn't want, it could not harm him.

"Thank you for the gift of this weapon; it suits Cherina perfectly."

While speaking, Losa retrieved the pitch-black dagger from his chest.

Due to being too close to Losa, Elis couldn't make any retaliatory moves, merely watching as Losa extracted the King-slaying Blade from his hand and resolutely pierced it through his chest.

The opportunity was rare; he wasn't planning to show mercy.

Even if Elis couldn't hurt him directly, it didn't mean the guy posed no danger, with potential to mislead mortals or incite internal conflict under him... if this guy was bent on opposing him, countless ways existed to make his life miserable.

He hadn't killed this guy back then because it was just bluffing, lacking the capability; otherwise, he'd have acted long ago.

With the dagger piercing inside, even this Abyss Lord, whose name was somewhat renowned in the Abyss but suffered misfortune being summoned to the human realm only to be heavily injured and besieged by the Demon Hunter School, revealing first the human disguise crumbling, exposing the dark, putrid flesh beneath, then swiftly dehydrated, shriveled, until it crumbled into numerous ashes.

Losa tossed the dagger skyward, vanishing at the brink of landing, seized by Cherina.

This deadly weapon, though ominous, shouldn't pose much issue for brief usage. Its Quality and destructive power exceeded the two swords Cherina commonly used by far, better suiting her for assassination.

"Tsk—"

During the long career as a Holy Knight, Jeanne, often dealing with Demons, couldn't help but chuckle: "This guy truly is a rare demonic lapdog. Long time no see, right off hands over a Divine Artifact."

Beside her, the Candle Knight's face turned extraordinarily pale: "This is too risky. With the Captain's plan, aren't you worried?"

Jeanne rolled her eyes: "This guy has plenty of life-saving trump cards. Even if he dies once on the spot, he can instantly resurrect."