"Let's see how arrogant the Demon Lord can be!"

The Imp swung his fist towards Lucia's head, sending her flying backwards;

In the midst of it, the Fight Devil brought down his cleaver from above, still targeting the lunch in Lucia's hands.

"I won't let you touch it!"

Lucia, barely able to open her eyes, faced the unavoidable blade by flipping her body so that her face was downwards, exposing her back to the sharp edge;

Her hands formed a circle, desperately protecting something she believed was more important than her own life.

Swoosh!

The blade pierced through Lucia's abdomen, causing her body to fall downwards. Just as her body aligned with the ground, the blade effortlessly sank into the ground, pinning her body securely.

"We wonder what it is that the Demon Lord is willing to protect at the cost of her own life?"

The Fight Devil swiftly pulled out the blood-stained cleaver, splattering crimson droplets onto his exquisite clothing. The Giant Troll, seizing the opportunity, swiftly ran over and kicked Lucia's wound.

Bam~~~~~

Lucia rolled several meters towards the corner, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground. It wasn't until her body collided with the castle wall that she finally stopped, and her wounds began to heal.

"Healed again? The Demon Lord's regenerative power is truly terrifying. But with the amount of magic power you have left, the chance of healing fatal injuries like this should be the last!"

The Imp raised his hands, motioning for his two brothers to come over. A cruel smile appeared on his face as he asked for their opinions:

"We've 'killed' the Demon Lord once already. Next, let's not go too far and kill her all at once. How should we torture her later?"

"Breaking each of her limbs one by one is a good idea!"

This was the opinion of the Fight Devil.

"Smash all the bones in her body, torturing her slowly until she takes her last breath!"

The rage in the heart of the Giant Troll was equally strong. This posed a dilemma for the Imp, as he couldn't make up his mind.

"Shameless, disgusting scum!"

Isabella looked at the three demons with cold eyes.

The three demons pretended not to hear the mockery, but they were very interested in the thing that Lucia was willing to protect at all costs. They closed in on her.

"Is it a rare treasure that you stole? Or perhaps a top-secret intelligence that cannot be revealed to human countries? Since you're almost dead, why not leave the precious treasure to us, your fellow beings?"

The Imp reached his hand towards the box, and Lucia, who was previously weakened, suddenly became spirited and bumped his hand upwards with her head.

"No touching! This is the lunch I prepared for my beloved. I won't allow your dirty claws to defile it!"

"You mean to say... the 'treasure' you're willing to be stabbed for is just an ordinary lunch?"

"Huh?"

The reactions of the other two demons and the Imp were completely identical, distorting their entire faces with confusion.

This reaction lasted for more than ten seconds, and then:

"Hahahaha!"

It turned into a chorus of laughter.

The three demons laughed uproariously, their bodies trembling, and tears even started to stream down their faces.

"Beloved, you spoke so naturally with a human manner of speech, talking about defilement... Our Demon Lord is unexpectedly pure-hearted!"

"Hahaha, don't tell us: that 'beloved' is a human, but you're saying that you like a human?"

"..."

"You're right! This is so, hahaha, hilarious! Hahaha!"

"What's so funny? I love my beloved, I fell in love at first sight, and I want to marry her in the future. What's there to laugh about?"

"What's there not to laugh about? You, this guy! Do you really have the qualifications to call yourself a member of the Demon tribe? Love? Affection? How disgusting!"

The combination of humans and demons is unimaginable. Even in the distant past, the human who combined with a prominent member of the Demon tribe did not have a good ending.

The love between the two races will eventually be oppressed by their respective societies; it is like the present age:

Other Demon Lords will execute humans who are fond of their subjects, and if the situation were reversed with a human king, the attempt to express love for a demon will undoubtedly result in a public execution;

Their love cannot be recognized by their loved one's race, they cannot gain approval from their own families, and they will inevitably be seen as targets to be eliminated by their birth country;

The romance and marriage between humans and demons are destined to be a..."Ridiculous fantasies!"

Domo sneered at Lucia, raising his tightly gripped cleaver above her head, ready to swing it down with force.

"You're not even qualified to be a demon, let alone a demon lord."

He continued, completely denying everything about Lucia:

"Wearing human clothes, retaining human habits, and even falling in love with a human. You're just a pathetic waste that pleases neither side and eventually dies a miserable death.

One last question: Is there even a trace of that foolish head left now…"

"I'm glad to have met my beloved. You wouldn't understand this feeling!"

Before Domo had the chance to finish his sentence, Lucia shattered his mockery with all her might.

The energetic shout, even on the brink of death, irritated Domo.

"What is this loser yelling about?"

Thud thud thud thud!

Domo grabbed Lucia's neck and continuously struck her partially healed wounds with the hilt of his blade, causing fresh blood to burst out from the cracks.

"Do you know who controls your life and death now? Damn it, damn it!"

After enough strikes, Domo prepared to cut off Lucia's arm first. For this purpose, he swung his blade with determination----

Boom~~~~~~~~

It can be described as a muffled sound, a sound that echoes through the sky, but if you try to connect that sound with the swing of the blade, there seems to be something wrong.

If you listen closely, it is the sound of a heavy fist striking flesh, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking.

It seems that the scene Lucia sees in front of her is somehow related to the punch that landed on Domo's face, and everything starts to make sense.

It's not complicated at all. It's just a powerful punch that arrived before the blade, completely smashing the face of the one holding the blade (Domo).

The person who raised their fist and threw the punch revealed an indescribable expression on their currently beautiful face.

It seems demonic, it seems evil.

In short, the only thing that can be determined is:

With their appearance, the target facing death has changed;

And from now on, the lives about to be lost will be multiple, a splendid "three"!

The lightning-fast strike, even though Isabella is not far away, is too fast for her to capture clearly, surpassing the limit of what her eyes can identify.

Unable to see but able to hear, the roar of anger that has become hoarse due to fury shakes the sky. It can be summed up in a simple word: "Get out!"

How tough can a creature's body be?

Although the physical constitution of demons surpasses that of some humans, it is only equivalent to the hardness of rocks.

Some powerful demons even have their physical strength enhanced.

But even so, at most their hardness is raised to the level of iron blocks, a fragile hardness that Lucia's pet "Xiaoqiang" can easily crush with a single claw.

The trouble is:

The right fist that struck Domo's face just now had previously pulverized the even stronger "Xiaoqiang" a couple of hours ago. The destructive power can be imagined!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

During his moment of being sent flying, Domo's agonized scream came to a sudden stop. After all, screams cannot be made without a mouth, and demons are no exception.

Domo really wanted to let out a scream according to his instincts, but halfway through, the impact from the fist spread to his mouth.

To explain in detail:

Domo's entire face caved in, deeply sinking into the flesh underneath. The muscles, bones, blood vessels, and everything in his face had long been destroyed and pulverized.

In this situation, how can he be blamed for being unable to make a sound?

Thud!

Domo's entire body was embedded in the ground upon landing;

Apparently, he was tired of standing and wanted to "role-play" as the floor. This was probably the most brutal treatment the floor had ever received, right?

"Brother, brother?"

The troll stepped forward to check Domo's injuries but accidentally stepped on his brother due to taking large strides.

When the troll's massive body realized that something was off under its foot, it instinctively took a few steps back and discovered that several of Domo's ribs had been crushed.

"What should we do? Our brother isn't moving anymore?"

"Not your concern!"

The demon crouched in front of Domo, reaching out to feel his heartbeat. After a long time, he shook his head:"Dead! It wasn't you who killed him. His brain was shattered in an instant, life extinguished before hitting the ground!" The Demon explained calmly but only he knew the turmoil in his heart at that moment. His blood brother had died, but what really concerned the Demon was not the brother himself, but "death" itself. Who could have imagined that just tens of seconds ago, he was full of spirit, but died so abruptly? And he was a demon with the strength of the "Decimating Army" level! Annihilating a whole army alone was nothing, let alone the fact that he died from a single punch. It was truly baffling.

The Empress felt a similar shock in her heart. She believed that even if she were facing a three-way attack by demons, she could deal with them one by one. But to defeat them with a single move was impossible, not just for her, but even at the peak of her power, Lucia couldn't achieve such a feat. Whether she could do it within three moves was still unknown.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaole had arrived at full speed. With one look, he saw Lucia's injuries and noticed the lunchbox she was holding in her hand, which was obviously prepared for him. "Thank you, I was actually feeling a bit hungry," Wang Xiaole said, taking the lunchbox. He had no idea that Lucia's injuries were related to protecting the lunchbox, but it didn't hinder what he needed to do next. He quickly assessed the situation and found three obvious injuries on Lucia's body - on her arm, abdomen, and bruising on her throat. The person who caused the bruise on Lucia's throat had already ceased to breathe, and now the other two demons needed to pay the price.

Wang Xiaole hadn't been angry in many years. He never showed his anger to others. Calmness and nonchalant expressions were what he used the most. Without anger, he couldn't realize his ability to make a ferocious expression, and without getting angry, it was hard to be aware of the true existence of grinding one's teeth in rage. He wasn't a fool, he understood that Lucia liked him. Yes, he didn't mind being targeted by anyone, even if faced with provocation, he couldn't be bothered. But deep down in everyone's heart, there was an untouchable scale, and Wang Xiaole had one principle: He couldn't tolerate seeing someone who was good to him being bullied. If anyone did such a thing, they would undoubtedly pay the price, even if it meant shedding blood.