Both sides fought with all their might. As the Demon King battled the hero, he was injured by the sword, giving the hero a chance to overpower him. The Demon King fell to his knees, with the hero standing above him. "Any last words, Demon King Beelzebub?" asked the hero as he slowly raised his sword. The Demon King looked around, seeing his army; some were dead, some had given up hope, while others still fought. "I have a few words for my people," he said, turning to face the battlefield and the few remaining soldiers in his army. "Though we may have faced defeat today, one day victory shall be ours. It may not be today, tomorrow, or anytime soon, but one day, victory will be ours! I may have failed you as a King, as a commander, as your hero, but I promise you this: one day, a true leader shall rise from our youth. Keep your heads up; we are of Demon blood, and we will rise up and reclaim our glory." The hero swung his sword at the Demon King, cutting his neck, and his body toppled to the ground, followed by a stream of blood. The hero lifted the Demon King's head and raised it into the air for everyone to see. "The Demon King is dead! Victory is ours!" The human army rejoiced at their triumph. The Demon army was left defeated, having lost most of their comrades, and their King had been vanquished. The hero took the remaining soldiers as prisoners of war and continued their invasion of the Demon's land.