Volume 3: Artifacts Chapter 119 Reform
Since injecting "Aria of the Song of the Fire Cloud Tide", the Demon Tyrant felt that his affinity with the fire element had improved by several levels. He knew that he was very strong now, and when he faced the maniac and needed to use all his strength, he realized how strong he was.
Although there is still some gap between me and my heyday, in this world where the artifact is lost, there should not be many people who are qualified to be my opponent. Especially in a hell filled with fire elements...
The tyrant suddenly felt invincible.
No…I am not invincible in Hell.
I only got the last potion of "Aria of Fire Clouds" from Miss Clear Sky, but Meteorite injected five sections of the potion and got the complete version of "Aria of Fire Clouds".
Fortunately, I have signed a master-servant contract with him.
There is another one... Miss Qingkong.
Every once in a while, Miss Qingkong's strength would increase significantly. She was unfathomable and was definitely the best in the world.
Fortunately, Miss Qingkong is my boss.
The Demon Tyrant stretched out his hand, and the fire cloud gathered towards his palm as if encountering a rainbow effect. The concentrated fire elements were compacted and shaped into a thick crimson magic book.
Then he chanted a spell, and the circle of fire clouds around him began to ripple with surging clouds, accompanied by a rumbling sound like thousands of horses galloping.
The magic book was opened, and the pages inside were flipping. Magic symbols flew out from it, blending into the fiery cloud like a piece of music being played.
The madman didn't dare to pay attention to the two succubi who were hiding. He knew that the tyrant was "opening up his power". Seeing that this magic was so powerful, he would definitely die if he didn't do something. He didn't use the fire element to shape a weapon, but directly showed his sharp claws.
The ancient demon language was chanted from the madman's mouth, and his swollen body deformed the armor he was wearing. As the demon magic was released, the madman's skin cracked, and his muscles were pushed open piece by piece by the energy that exploded from inside. The hot energy erupted from the cracks, and his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth all emitted strong light.
The madman who had completed his transformation in the divine art roared like a wild beast. He rushed towards the tyrant, waving his claws, which created sparks in the air and made a sound like glass scratching in the air.
Facing the madman's divine attack, the tyrant did not move. He ignored the attack and continued to chant spells in an orderly manner.
The claws attacked, but collided with a layer of fire-colored light film that appeared in front of the tyrant. The claws scratched it, leaving five marks, but did not tear open the shield.
The surrounding fire tide gradually calmed down under the spell, and the restless fire element was subdued again. As the spell continued, the sense of oppression suddenly increased.
The maniac was really crazy, he kept attacking the Tyrant's shield, while chanting different ancient demon languages. His body continued to expand, the largest crack was as wide as a palm, the energy in his body exploded completely without reservation, as if his whole body was about to implode, the increased energy made his horns extend to one meter.
His attacks were even more destructive and destructive. Every time he swung his claws, it left five cracks in the air that took a long time to heal.
The shield deployed by the Tyrant began to deform, with more and more wounds on it, as if it was about to break.
At this time, the tyrant stopped chanting, and as the last symbol flew out, the magic book closed its last page.
"Fanatical, I will use my strongest magic to show my respect for you and to commemorate our friendship. We demons were born from destruction and must leave it.
Your territory will be inherited by me, your demon descendants will be inherited by me, and your aspirations will also be inherited by me.
Goodbye! "
The fanatic roared and used all his strength to launch a final attack on the tyrant.
"It is you who should be destroyed!"
At this time, the fire tide that filled the entire palace instantly shrank towards the center, wrapping the madman inside, and then continued to compress. The energy stimulated by the madman's magic exploded during the compression process, and the fireball expanded slightly and rebounded for a moment before continuing to compress.
The implosion energy and the compressed energy kept shrinking, expanding, and shrinking in the confrontation, and the fire tide in the outer circle gradually crystallized. Ten minutes later, the huge maniac was compressed into a ball with a diameter of one meter, and five minutes later, it was compressed into a ball with a diameter of half a meter...
Keep pressing!
When the energy of the implosion was exhausted, the compressed energy turned into a ball with a diameter of ten centimeters and fell into the palm of the tyrant's hand.
The condensed ball had the texture of amber, and the dense starlight inside was like countless stars were packed into it. However, a crack appeared in this beautiful and flawless ball, and then the cracks became more and more numerous and larger, and finally the energy could no longer maintain its solidified form and fell apart in the hands of the tyrant.
The shattered glass turned into fine sand and scattered from between the tyrant's fingers. The starlight inside scattered and flew away like released fireflies.
A puff of green smoke rose.
The tyrant took a deep breath and inhaled all the smoke into his nose.
Darikova, who was hiding in the corner, asked curiously, "Is the madman dead?"
Madobusa stared blankly at the scene in front of her, and murmured in reply: "In a sense, the Madman is dead, but in a sense, this is his rebirth. His soul was absorbed by the Tyrant, and his spiritual fragments will be scattered all over Hell. At some point, some demons will be born in the lava river of Hell. They will experience a destined fight, and the demon that finally completes the collection of spiritual fragments will become the new ancient demon.
How can you ask such a common sense question? "
Facing Madobusa's suspicion, Darikova hurriedly explained: " In fact, I have been with your brother since I was born. Because I often move around in the human world, I don't know much about hell.
Will the new ancient demon fanatic seek revenge on the tyrant? "
Madobusa accepted Darikova’s explanation and replied, “No! It is difficult to kill the ancient demon by conventional means. The tyrant separated the soul and spirit of the madman, which was equivalent to killing the madman.
The reborn ancient demon is no longer a lunatic, and that will surely be a long, long time in the future."
After saying that, Madobusa looked at the Demon Tyrant and said to herself, "Such a powerful demon actually works for him, who is he?"
Darikova also asked herself: "Yeah... who is he?"
The battle in the palace ended after the tyrant killed the fanatic.
Those demon descendants who were directly under the madman could fight for him to death while he was alive, and after his death, they would become spoils of war and belong to their new masters. All demon descendants knelt before the demon tyrant, without a sense of mission to avenge the madman, nor a sense of guilt for switching to a new master.
Regardless of whether these demon descendants are truly loyal or not, this is the rule of hell.
The tyrant walked up to the lord's throne and sat down solemnly.
“Notify the patriarchs of all the demon families in Scorched Earth City… I, the Demon Tyrant, have defeated the Demon Madman and become the master of this city and this territory. All the demon families who are willing to swear allegiance to me, come here to see me immediately.
After the sand in the hourglass runs out, I regard the demon families that did not come as enemies that must be eradicated."
A lamp demon floated to the side of the lord's throne and activated a magic mechanism, causing an hourglass as tall as a person to rise. The lamp demon turned the hourglass over, and the funnel filled with golden sand moved to the top.
The golden sand flows down and the timer begins.
The lantern demons responsible for delivering messages began to leave the lord's castle and floated in all directions of the Scorched Earth City at the fastest speed.
The fallen angel Garland sensed that something was wrong, and he led the fallen angels to fly to the platform and surrounded the tyrant.
"Tyrant, it turns out that you have been hiding your strength. You not only deceived the madman, but also deceived us. I thought that you had been sealed for a thousand years, and after losing the artifact, your strength would be greatly reduced. I wanted to help you subdue the madman when necessary, but I didn't expect this result now.
I'm afraid I'm not your match in a one-on-one duel."
The tyrant looked at his own demons facing the approaching fallen angels. Except for the demons he brought with him who resolutely stepped forward to block the fallen angels and black feather demons, the newly conquered demons did not show much desire to fight.
In the palace, the fallen angels became the powerful party.
Tan stayed on the suspension bridge, standing with her followers. She didn't seem to have any intention of helping the tyrant deal with the fallen angels, but just wanted to see how the tyrant would solve this problem.
The tyrant sat firmly on the lord's throne, with fire clouds floating lightly around him, looking harmless.
"Garland, since you know you are no match for me, you should find your position again. Don't interrupt our good cooperation and do something that makes me unhappy."
At this point Garland was already certain that the tyrant was trying to cheat.
"You have already made us unhappy. You promised us that after we successfully captured the lord's castle, you would hand over the management of this territory to the Fallen Angels. Now you don't seem to want to fulfill your promise, but I tell you that the Fallen Angels' sacrifice will not be in vain!
If you don’t intend to keep your promise, we’ll take it ourselves.”
The fallen angels and black-feathered demons all took attacking stances, intending to surround and kill the tyrant here before he could firmly sit on the throne of lord.
The encirclement was narrowed, and the tyrant's direct demon descendants were forced to retreat.
The newly conquered demons were still at a loss.
"You cowards. Are you just going to stand by and watch when the demon lord you serve is in danger?" Madobusa walked out of the protective shield. She grabbed the retreating lamp demon and threw it to the ground. She then stepped on the lampshade with her riding boots and shouted to the bewildered demon: "If the territory is taken over by the fallen angels, do you think you can still stay here?
You have been abandoned by two demon lords in a row. What kind of treatment will you get if you run to other demon territories?"
Darikova stepped forward: "The Tyrant Lord defeated the Madman Lord in a one-on-one duel. He is now the legitimate ruler of this territory. The demons must show the courage they just fought for the Madman Lord and fight not to be enslaved by the fallen angels!"
Although the slogans shouted by Madobusa and Darikova were a bit stiff, the demons who didn't know what to do just needed a signal.
Most of the demons did not see the backstabbing by the two succubi. They saw that the two demon family patriarchs who were originally subordinate to the Madman Lord now showed their determination to fight for the new lord. The herd mentality made the hesitant demons start to move forward and confront the fallen angels.
Regardless of whether these demons have the determination to fight to the death for the new lord, they do have the momentum.
This time the fallen angels felt the pressure. They didn't know if the demon descendants of the former maniacs would rush forward or scatter in a hurry once the fight started.
The Demon Tyrant is firmly in his position. This period is extremely critical. He must show strength, both physically and mentally. Let the demon descendants see that the demon they are loyal to will not panic or even retreat when facing the enemy.
The devil asked Madobusha who was standing on the front line, "Are you Madobusha?"
Madobusha replied: "I am the patriarch of the Madobusha Succubus family. Tyrant Lord, my mother was assassinated at the instigation of the lunatics, and the once powerful Madobusha family has become vulnerable to annexation at any time.
Hatred is the reason why I betrayed the madman.
Now I submit to you, and I hope that the Madobusa family will become strong again under my leadership."
The tyrant smiled and said, "The Madobusa family will become powerful. There is a Red River Fortress in the northeast of my territory. Now the Red River Fortress and the river bend within ten kilometers nearby belong to your Madobusa family.
This is my reward to you!"
Although Madobusa had long known from Luke that she would get a territory belonging to her family, she still couldn't believe it when the moment came. She asked, "Lord...are you really going to give me the Red River Fortress and the ten-kilometer river bend?"
"Of course it's for you..." The tyrant looked at the other demons with the corner of his eyes and continued, "And it's a permanent gift to the Madobusa family. I'm different from the madman. The experience of being sealed for a thousand years has made me figure out a lot of things. I want to be a different demon lord.
Starting from the first reward I just gave, from now on, as long as my demon descendants have made enough contributions, I will give them permanent land. In hell, not only demons can be lords, follow me...any demon descendant, even the most humble slave demon, can become a lord as long as they have made contributions!"
After the tyrant finished speaking, Madobusa turned around and knelt, regardless of the danger of exposing her back to the fallen angel.
Her body was shaking, and her voice was trembling as well: "Great Tyrant Lord. I swear to you in the name of my mother that the Madobusa family will always be the most effective weapon in your hands. Your enemies are the mortal enemies of the Madobusa family. Even if we have only our teeth left after fighting, we will tear your enemies to pieces and devour them!"
After swearing an oath, Madobusa stood up and faced the fallen angels. Her eyes were blazing and her face was ferocious. "Fallen angels from outside! Do you really want to be enemies with the great tyrant lord?"
The tyrant's words just now deeply shocked all the demons in the palace, especially the patriarchs of the demon families who rushed over after hearing the news. They all heard about the reward that Madobusa received. The demon lord who always held the land tightly in his hands actually distributed the land to the demons.
Moreover, the river bay area of the Red River Fortress is a rare rich land in Hell. There is abundant food in the river bay, and there are more newborn demons. The Madobusa family that obtains that territory will become strong again in a very short time, and even stronger than before.
The hearts of all the patriarchs of the demon families were beating violently and uncontrollably.
Although they didn't know whether the new lord would fulfill his promise, they still couldn't suppress the restlessness in their hearts.
"Fallen angels from outside! Do you really want to be enemies with the great tyrant lord?"
"Fallen angels from outside! Do you really want to be enemies with the great tyrant lord?"
"Fallen angels from outside! Do you really want to be enemies with the great tyrant lord?"
…
More and more demons were shouting, and finally a huge echoing wave was formed in the palace!
