In a palace made of huge stones, several handsome men were kneeling on one knee, holding their helmets, lowering their heads and waiting for the person sitting at the head to speak.
The "person" sitting there does not seem to be an entity, but a human form fused with light, similar to a holographic projection.
He just sits there, seemingly without substance, but it makes people feel like there is something sitting there.
Then, a voice echoed throughout the palace, as if a soul was floating in the air: "I feel powerful magical energy tearing apart the space!"
"It seems that the four princes I personally shaped failed to accomplish the tasks I assigned them!" The voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if the speaker was wandering around, or as if the speaker were the building itself.
As his voice sounded, the handsome men kneeling in the hall who contained powerful magical energy bowed their heads deeper.
Their invasion plan unexpectedly failed. They mobilized tens of millions of troops and conquered a world with great ferocity, but in the end they failed!
All the spies who were seduced by them were lost, and the place called the Magic Continent suddenly became so difficult to deal with.
"The omnipotent source of magic! It was Salumius who failed to live up to your entrustment!" A leading man holding a helmet explained carefully with sweat on his forehead.
"Salux, Saluxis, Saludis, Salumus. These damned creations of mine, their loyalty is worthless. I will be here, waiting for you,
Rewrite the outcome of the war." The voice seemed lifeless and without anger.
Ethereal, this voice seemed to be just stating a fact. The hall was filled with a voice that was full of divinity, or that could be said to be otherworldly. I don’t know whether it had a feeling of worship, or a feeling that made people worship.
A shuddering cold breath.
"This war is just a game to me. The ending of this game is not important to me... What is important is the process of this game." The voice continued to echo, even a little bit of fluctuation.
No.
Yes, there is no emotion at all. If there is a comparison, it is like Frunzberg's castrated puppet vocal cords.
However, compared to the pure mechanical friction and vibration sound of Frunzberg, this sound that echoed in the hall had a more undeniable noble feeling.
After a few seconds of silence, the voice spoke again and continued: "Don't make me feel too boring!"
"Yes!" All the demon generals buried their heads lower, and they unconditionally obeyed the illusory image in front of them, this powerful energy body that they called the source of magic.
In the demon world, this energy is the source of everything, the master of all life, and the true god of this world.
"Those ignorant and stupid beings actually came to my world... I chose a safe place for them so that they could have the courage to send more sacrifices!" At the top of the list, the virtual one sitting on the throne.
Ying leaned forward slightly, overlooking the powerful demon general who was kneeling at his feet, and slowly flowed out a still erratic voice.
"My creations...my children. Go and bring me our victory. If you fail, it proves that you are...meaningless to me." After saying that, that one was even worse than the projection.
The illusory humanoid waved his hand, and then disappeared from his position: "To prove your significance. To prove the significance of your existence. Go ahead! Defeat humans, defeat elves, defeat dragons...occupy that world."
"Kick them out of our world. After all, the only king here is me."
"war!"
"war……"
When everything fell silent, the demon generals who were kneeling in the hall stood up. They looked at each other and then began to arrange their respective combat tasks.
"Assemble the troops from the demon world! We must prevent those damn aliens from establishing a stronghold in our world!" A demon general holding his helmet clenched his fists and expressed his stance through gritted teeth.
The remaining generals also began to talk to each other about being invaded by aliens.
Even though they didn't take it seriously when they invaded the Magic Continent, when their world was invaded, their angry looks were like that of a groom whose wife was molested.
Another demon general reminded coldly: "Salemus has failed, we can no longer underestimate these ants! The demon dragon troops are dispatched immediately! Prepare to cross the sea... and wipe out those damn aliens!"
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"The fleet is already gathering! Hundreds of thousands of troops are waiting... In our world, it is only a matter of time to destroy the opponent!" The third general pressed his long sword and said sternly: "The opponent cannot assemble an army immediately.
A powerful navy...so we can easily transport troops to those islands!"
"Let the God's Attendant troops be dispatched! Since they can defeat the demon dragon and defeat the high-level legion, let them see the power of the strongest legion in the demon world!" The general who had been silent for a long time also said at this time.
In a spacious room on the upper floor of the main hall, a human figure that resembled a light projection suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.
He took out a ball of surging magic energy from a container, held it in the center of his palm, and then tightened it suddenly. A dazzling light that made it impossible to look directly was injected into the ball of magic with his movements.
Inside the energy.
With the influx of that ball of light, the ball of magical energy began to stir, and then it began to slowly condense, becoming reality bit by bit.
In the end, a beautiful female demon was born in this room. She was naked, twisting her soul-stirring body, and with a pair of extremely charming eyes, she looked at the almost incorporeal person in front of her.
"You can create life in this world, but you can't even condense it into reality... Can you tell me why?" The female demon smiled seductively and asked the figure in front of her.
The voice of the source of magic echoed in the room again, this time with a tone full of joy: "Ah...it seems that my energy has become much stronger...you who were created this time have the courage to ask me questions."
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"I am your most powerful creation so far! I have my own thoughts and unprecedented abilities... and I have a flawless body!" The female devil didn't even raise her head, looking at her beautiful palms.
, he opened his mouth and boasted.
Of course she has the right to boast, because when she created the dead fourth prince, the source of magic was far from as powerful as it is today.
Moreover, when he created the Fourth Prince, his power used by the origin of magic was not as powerful as this time!
It can be said that the female demon in front of me is the most powerful demon created by the source of magic!
"No! You are just infinitely closer to perfection. I... am the incarnation of true perfection!" The voice of the origin of magic interrupted the narcissistic female demon he created, and ordered: "Go and complete the Fourth Prince's failure.
Mission accomplished! If you succeed, I will give you the Magic Continent!"
"This is a good challenge..." The female demon clenched her palms into fists, and the magic energy around her body condensed into a set of blood-red armor, which fit on her graceful body: "It can make the powerful you furious.
It only makes sense to conquer the world."
"Very good! Go, let that world fall at your feet, and let everyone there bow to you!" The voice of the source of magic finally brought a little anger, which gave his voice a little more.
The smell of human fireworks: "Go! Go! Go... Arisia..."
"Crack!" A bolt of lightning struck outside the window, and the demon woman in fiery red armor pushed open the heavy door. The demon warriors in armor outside the door all knelt on one knee to welcome the birth of a new demon king.
"Demons! Your new commander has been born! She is the true King of Demons! Be loyal to her! Obey her! Serve her! Fight for her!" As the dark clouds rolled overhead, a solemn voice echoed in the air.
Between heaven and earth.
Outside this huge stone palace, countless demon war flags were unfurled in the strong wind.
Huge black dragons that had never appeared on the Magic Continent spread out their wings. Under the wings of these huge dragons, huge war beasts covered in armor moved forward like tanks.
Heavy steps.
Along with that solemn voice, the entire Demon King City Stolias boiled. Almost at the same moment, countless demon dogs squirmed on the plains that looked like the earth, as if the entire planet was accompanied by this.
It was like the voice came to life.
Under hundreds of smoke-belching chimneys, demonic war machines as large as mountains began to operate. The war drums were beating, and elite demonic troops wearing heavy armor gathered one square after another.
There is no end in sight on the vast plain.
On the rough sea, one black steel warship covered with sharp barbs began to move forward slowly one after another.
The not-so-sharp bows of these warships cut through the sea, and each warship was filled with fully armed demon soldiers.
Behind them are more magic cannons installed on the battleships. The devil's navy is also improving its war machines, as evidenced by the increasing number of magic cannons on those battleships!
At this moment, millions of demon officers and soldiers shouted the name of a powerful new demon king in a low voice: "Erisia!"
