The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 569 The Black Flame That Burns Everything!

On the summit of an unnamed mountain, a fierce wind howled.

On a solitary boulder hanging precariously on the edge of a cliff, Luo Yan, draped in a black cloak and wearing an alchemical mask, stood facing the wind, silently gazing down at the battlefield below, which resembled a purgatory.

In his right palm, a ball of jet-black flame pulsed rhythmically, like a vibrant heart.

That was no ordinary flame; in the center of that flame was a newly formed mythical seed.

In order to condense this seed, Luo Yan generously extracted 10% of his faith power from his own divine essence!
This power, which gathers the immense willpower of the masses, is enough to reshape the soul of a mortal and elevate it to a level comparable to that of a deity.

However, he made a decision that astonished all the wise men in the academic community—

Instead of using the seed to strengthen his soul, he fantasized about using it as a medicinal catalyst, injecting it into the black flame in his hand that had fused fire element and the power of the underworld!
Without a doubt, this is a high-stakes gamble.

However, Luo Yan's decision to take such a gamble was not without reason; it was made after careful consideration.

After all, upgrading one's soul level doesn't immediately translate into extraordinary power, and he has only recently broken through to the Grandmaster level. Even if he were to immediately upgrade his soul level to demigod, it wouldn't instantly boost his combat power.

Turning this seed into a magical artifact is clearly the most suitable choice.

As for why he didn't choose a tangible weapon but instead chose black flames formed from extraordinary power, that was based on Luo Yan's own understanding.

The collective consciousness of the swarm is the hive, the soul essence is the bees in the hive, and the spirit essence is the honey that the bees produce and accumulate in the hive... The "thoughts of the swarm" is the consensus that the swarm ultimately reaches, that is, how to enjoy this honey.

Based on this theory, what people want to change is not actually the material world, but rather the projection of the material world onto the spiritual world, which in turn influences the operating laws of the material world through the projection of the spiritual world.

Although there is no difference in the result, there is actually a process in between.

This is why flames condensed from fire elements have a collision volume that real flames do not have, and why flames created by spells cannot sustain combustion when magic input is disconnected; something must be ignited for the flames to continue burning.

It was for this reason that Luo Yan had a sudden inspiration. Since "the thoughts of the masses" change the projection of the material world onto the spiritual world, rather than directly affecting the material world itself...

Therefore, the forging of divine artifacts does not necessarily have to be based on tangible objects; it can be done directly by processing "spiritual matter."

His Myriad Butterflies seem to be something similar!
What are the benefits of doing this?
The benefits would be enormous!
To use an inaccurate but vivid analogy, a sharp dagger only has a dozen or so attributes. The main focus of enhancement is simply to make it faster, sharper, or lighter, while the secondary focus is to add magic damage in addition to physical damage.

However, directly processing spiritual matter is different.

Without material constraints, it can be constructed arbitrarily within a limited set of broad frameworks, encompassing hundreds or even thousands of entries!

This sounds—

It's practically a domain!
With the infusion of the last bit of faith power, the black flame burning in Luo Yan's palm was no longer just a pure flame, but began to collapse, solidify... and finally transformed into a black substance that was almost tangible and flowed with life!
Seeing the changes taking place in his palm, Luo Yan's pupils contracted slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of excitement flashed across his face—

Become!

What delighted him was not only the success of the experiment itself, but more so the fact that he had successfully verified his hypothesis!

The moment the black flames in his hand devoured the Seed of Myth, the fluid flames spread along the lines of his palm, seeping into his skin and bones, and finally fused with his right hand.

With each leap of the flame, the surrounding space trembled visibly. And the heartbeat of that flame was the pulse of his right hand!
This feeling is like—

His right hand has already grasped the world!
Or rather, a corner of the "beehive"!
Luo Yan took a deep breath, feeling the surging power, and then slowly raised his right hand, lifting this power into the sky.

More and more black light pierced through the dark clouds, devouring the light on the earth, and finally transformed into a black sun that looked like the eye of a demon god!
Thousands of threads surged from the black flames in his hand toward the sky. At this moment, Luo Yan no longer suppressed his aura, letting the surging magic power rise into the sky and be amplified by the "divine artifact" in his palm!
"In the name of all people, not of gods, I call upon the fire of souls that burns everything to bring eternal torment and punishment upon the evil spirits of sin and blasphemy—"

With a whisper, Luo Yan crushed the solidified black flame in his palm.

"Bloom!"

"Burn them!"

At the same time, the black sun hovering above Death Valley shone brightly, then instantly disintegrated with a crisp explosion.

In an instant, everyone on the battlefield heard the sound of shattering glass. Then, the black power transformed into billions of jet-black feathers of light, carrying the force to tear through space, fluttering down from the sky...

The poignant scene made everyone hold their breath, even Ormond Sirde, who was gazing at the sky from a distance.

Each feather burned with a silent black fire.

They drifted lightly onto the battlefield, where flesh and blood flew everywhere, like the first snow falling early, giving this land of death a final funeral.

however--

That was not a compassionate snowfall.

They did not come to bury all death and evil, but to turn them into a raging fire and burn them once more!
Countless black feathers of light landed on the writhing mountain of flesh.

Without any obstruction, the black light feather emitted a teeth-grinding sizzling sound the moment it touched the crystal tumor!

That's the sound of metal corroding!
Like thousands of resurrected souls, they burrowed into Mok's body through the wound. They not only scorched his bloated flesh but also tore apart his complex and greedy soul.

"Ahh-!"

Mok's massive body convulsed violently, emitting a scream a hundred times more agonizing than when his limbs had been severed.

His prized super-fast regeneration ability was rendered useless in the face of the soul-ripping black flames, and even accelerated the depletion of his power.

The newly grown fleshy bud turned to ashes before it could take shape, and the soul tentacles that extended along with the fleshy bud also perished!
The dwarf commander's eyes widened, his hand gripping his warhammer tightly as he stared at the black feather descending from the sky, his bewildered gaze filled with terror.

Dwarves are most sensitive to the presence of the undead; they can detect something ominous from it. However, the screams of the Gluttonous Rat, Gellow the Chosen, made him doubt himself.

If what fell from the sky was truly an evil spirit, why did the most blasphemous thing before him show such a pained expression?

Just then, a feather landed on his shield.

He held his breath and waited for the feather to change, but found that the power was unexpectedly gentle, only coating his shield with a layer of black magic light.

That has no other effect!
The blessing wasn't limited to the dwarves; it also extended to the human infantry standing in the trenches, especially the Lion's soldiers who had already left the trenches and were preparing to charge.

A chaotic force devoured their fear, transforming it into hatred for the evil spirit, and filling them with unprecedented power.

Those most affected were not the living, but the corpses on the battlefield whose souls had not yet departed.

For example, players.

Their soul images were not taken away by the Demon King, but remain on this battlefield, waiting for the Demon King to awaken them.

now--

They heard the bugle call to charge again!
The wounds on those already cold corpses, upon contact with the black feathers falling from the sky, seemed to have been scorched by fire, and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They were like phoenixes rising from the ashes, their broken bones reforming in the endless black smoke, their torn muscles stitched together by shadows.

In less than three seconds, the players who had died on the battlefield suddenly opened their eyes, their pupils glowing with a ghostly green light!

[System Notification: You have received the blessing of the "Flame King" and gained the temporary special status "Black Flame Corpse"!]

[Status Description: All attributes greatly increased, pain immunity granted, attacks deal additional soul damage, no penalty upon death, duration 30 minutes!]

This light blue pop-up window danced on the retinas of all players, while the scarlet text proclaimed the extraordinary nature of the buff.

Having just crawled out of the pile of corpses, [Meichuan Neiku] glanced at his claws and scales burning with black flames, then looked at his brothers who had stood up again, and a look of wild joy appeared on his face.

"Holy crap! There's a second phase!?"

He didn't even bother to pick up the equipment on the ground. He swung his arm, which was stronger than ever before, and let out an excited howl.

"Brothers! This is official cheating! Charge!!"

"kill!!"

"Oooo!"

The undead army, like a tidal wave, launched another charge!

This time, they were even more insane and fearless than before... because everyone remembered the ten million bounty.

Seeing the players launch another charge, Long Xingwanli, who was dumbfounded, had a hint of annoyance on his face.

MMP!

If he had known there was an official cheat, he would have brought his brothers along to attack earlier!
I wonder if it's too late for the entire army to commit suicide now...

Mok, who was being tormented by the black flames, watched in horror as the ants that should have died at his feet stood up again and became even more dangerous than before.

The flames burning on those ants, in particular, instilled in him a deep-seated dread and suppressed his burgeoning appetite.

His intuition told him—

You absolutely must not put this thing in your stomach!

Moke's slow-witted brain finally realized that this was no ordinary person's doing.

The person on the other side might be just like him, a "true god"!
"Get out of my court! You filthy human wretches! And you dwarf wretches! Lizardman wretches!"

As the undead swarmed down to his feet, Mok roared and swung his claws, sweeping away the army on the ground.

However, they were too numerous and too fast, and within a few breaths they were beneath him, making him hesitate to use his claws.

Players, on the other hand, don't need to worry about so much.

They used their teeth, claws, and everything else they could to attack Moke! Even if they couldn't see his health bar, even if they couldn't see any hope of taking him down, they were determined to make the most of these 30 minutes that they had gained for free!
As it turned out, their attack was not in vain.

Although flesh and blood can regenerate, the damage to the soul cannot be quickly repaired. Moke felt as if ten thousand ants had crawled into his body and were gnawing at his heart.

"You damned maggots... I'm going to eat you all up!"

Mok writhed in fury, but couldn't pull his massive body completely out of the heavy mountain. Further evolution required more flesh and soul, but these corpses and undead burning with black flames were unappetizing, leaving him only to endure the torment of hunger.

Just then, a black line hanging in the sky caught his attention.

With difficulty, he raised his enormous, mountain-like rat head and looked towards the highest mountain peak in the distance, his scarlet eyes contracting in an instant.

A cloaked figure stood high above, holding a ball of black holy fire in his hand, like a demon god descending to earth.

The black light in the sky was his eye, which he was holding in his palm at the moment!
Mok screamed, his voice filled with fear of the unfathomable being.

"who are you?!"

Humility is Colin's persona, and it has nothing to do with Luo Yan.

It's a waste of all that untapped faith that's everywhere!

Luo Yan removed the mask called Colin's Mask without any attempt to conceal it. His voice, amplified by magical energy, spread out in layers, enveloping the entire battlefield.

"You may call me the Child of God."

"Or, the Flame King."

Looking at the Chosen of Gellow roaring in helpless rage beneath the sky full of black feathers, a look of astonishment appeared on Edward's face.

"Divine Child Flame King..."

He had heard of the legend of the Flame King and had always wanted to meet that man, but he never expected that their first meeting would be in the Wanren Mountains!
Sir Wesley, standing next to Edward, had obviously heard the legend of the Flame King, and suddenly began to quietly recite a poem he had heard from a bard.

"...He was born in the hottest cave in the Wanren Mountains, where only the gushing lava witnessed the baby's cries. Thanks to the protection of the gods, he survived the ordeal."

Edward looked at him.

"Who?"

"The Flame King." Ser Wesley swallowed hard, looked at His Majesty Edward, and whispered the story he had heard, "I first heard this story from the bard in the Thunder City tavern. According to the bard... the Flame King was born here!"

So that's how it is! This is the hometown of King Yan!

Edward's astonishment gradually turned into realization.

That makes all the sense...

……

At the edge of an unnamed mountain peak, at the entrance to a hidden cave.

For the first time, a crack appeared on the aged and indifferent face of the Soul Sage Ormon Sirder, who had always observed the battle from above.

The magical crystal prosthetic eye, suspended in its eye socket, spun wildly, trying to analyze the energy composition of the countless black feathers, but all it returned was chaos and unfathomable nothingness.

He could tell that it touched upon the core research findings of the Soul School, but it was different from their research.

"Emperor Yan..."

Omon murmured the name.

There were indeed fragments of information about "Flame King" circulating in Xuebang's intelligence network. He was a heretical god who had briefly appeared in places like Silver Pine Town and was a false god worshipped by ignorant villagers. Later, he resurfaced in Twilight Province... until the court arrived.

However, he never expected that this mysterious powerhouse would appear here and stand with the three-race allied forces.

Carefully pondering the fragmented clues from the rumors, and as he unraveled them, the astonishment in Omon's eyes gradually turned into realization.

It turned out to be the case.

The legendary Flame King is actually an ally of Colin!
Having figured this out, Omon's heavy expression gradually turned into excitement, though that excitement quickly turned into apprehension.

No wonder this guy dared to challenge the Kingdom of Ryan, ignored the warnings from the Academy, and even repeatedly acted recklessly right under the nose of the Great Sage...

Ormon quickly redrawn a portrait of Prince Colin in his mind: a man who was not only a highly gifted noble scholar, but also an unfathomable strategist.

He held not a shred of reverence for Saint Sith, making him no different from the mages in the mage tower. And to achieve his goals, he was even willing to ally with heretics and betray the oath he had sworn before Saint Sith…

Originally, only magicians who believed in nothing would do such a thing.

It seems——

He still underestimated that young man.

It must be said that the sage's analytical skills were on point; he guessed at least 80%. However, unfortunately, the 20% he didn't guess was the most crucial.

Omon thought he had seen through Colin's true colors and understood the Flame King's strength, but he never imagined that the two were actually the same person.

In fact, these two disguises are just one of many masks Luo Yan wears.

On the other side, in the center of the battlefield, Eileen also noticed the dark figure on the mountaintop, and her nerves involuntarily tensed up.

A terrifying aura emanated from there.

Behind that terrifying aura, the immense, almost overflowing, magical power far surpassed that of the Colin she knew!
"...What terrifying power." She muttered to herself, momentarily at a loss as to where to point the sword.

As a chosen one who possesses both divine and blasphemous bloodlines, her senses are sharper than anyone else's. However, it is precisely because of these sharp senses that she is currently caught in an unprecedented state of confusion.

The instant that aura enveloped the battlefield, an indescribable sense of familiarity struck her heart like lightning. That burning power, tinged with a hint of malevolence, was strikingly similar to the magic Prince Colin had used when he stood shoulder to shoulder with her against Kaylan in the Twilight Province.

She still remembered Colin's explanation: it was a secret technique of the Kingdom of Gutaf, a black sacred fire woven from ancient dragon language.

She did not doubt Colin, but what terrified her was that the Flame King standing on the mountain peak was using a power that was not only similar to that of His Highness Colin, but also strikingly similar to that of the mysterious man "Luo Yan" who had given her the First Embrace in the Twilight Province!
why?
Eileen's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, her mind a complete mess.

Could it be that the mysterious Luo Yan, the Flame King before us, and her beloved... share some unknown connection?

But how is this possible? !
One is a demon more evil than the Demon King, one is a savage born in the Ten Thousand Ren Mountains, and the other is an imperial prince from the continent of Gana.

Eileen felt her brain was burning.

However, just as she was about to grab something, a jet-black feather of light landed right on her shoulder blade.

She instinctively wanted to summon holy light to resist this seemingly evil power, but the expected burning and rejection did not occur.

The black flames merged into her body without any hindrance, not only without harming her, but also giving her an unprecedented feeling of comfort.

"Mmm..." Eileen couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

The feeling was like jumping into a warm spring in the middle of nowhere, or falling into someone's arms on a night in Glenstonburg.

Power surged through her veins, instantly dispelling all fatigue and transforming into an unprecedentedly pure force that filled her body.

Eileen stared in astonishment at the "Light of Praise" in her hand. The once sacred and dazzling holy sword was now entwined with a layer of eerie black flames.

At this moment, the two diametrically opposed forces of light and darkness achieved a perfect symbiosis, intertwining with each other.

"Roar--!"

Mok let out a furious roar.

The overwhelming black feathers suppressed his regeneration, turning him into a piece of rotten meat waiting to be slaughtered. He had to devour the only thing he could eat in front of him.

Even though she looked "dirty".

The fighter plane is fleeting.

The confusion in Eileen's eyes was instantly replaced by determination. She was bathed in the black divine grace, and her silver hair danced wildly in the airflow behind her, transforming into countless swimming silver dragons.

"it's over!"

She leaped high into the air, like a bolt of lightning interwoven with black and white, the holy sword in her hand carrying the power to cleave mountains, severing Mok's claw that lashed out at her with a single strike.

Almost simultaneously, Luo Yan, standing atop the mountain, stretched out his right hand from afar, his pale index finger slightly raised upwards.

The black flames raging across the land seemed to have heard the king's decree, and instantly transformed from wildly writhing black pythons into a black flame hand that blotted out the sky!

In Luo Yan's field of vision, the black hand rising in the distance was coinciding with his slightly raised index finger.

A smile played at the corners of Luo Yan's mouth beneath the mask as he flipped his right palm.

"Netherworld Shattering Finger—"

With a single finger, it was as if the gates of hell had opened, and countless black flames transformed into endless chains, tearing at the chosen one of Gellro who had emerged from the mountain.

Click——!
The sound of bones cracking was sickening, and it wasn't just the bones that were breaking, but also the distorted faces that covered Mok's entire body.

They all looked like shattered pustules, black blood seeping from their mouths and noses, making the purplish-black crystal tumors look even more eerie.

The black mist contracted under the scorching heat of the black flames.

In the wailing of "Soul Shatterer" Mok, a trace of deep-seated terror finally appeared, as if he had once again become that little mouse crawling at Gellow's feet.

He finally realized that he was just a fake god in disguise, and he finally realized how far he was from being a true god.

Before that soul-scorching rage, the useless flesh and blood clinging to his body could not bring him even the slightest sense of security.

even--

It became a hindrance to his escape.

The flames burned open the leather pouch on Moke's chest.

Amidst the interplay of light and darkness, Eileen, undeterred by the slumber, continued to pierce through the dense fog, the light in her hand effortlessly penetrating Mok's gradually exposed heart.

In an instant, the entire sky fell silent. The raging monster stopped struggling and howling, and the burning fire of greed in its eyes extinguished and dissipated like smoke.

The enormous body slowly plummeted towards the torn mountainside, gradually disintegrating in the raging black flames and turning into burning corpses.

The people on the battlefield had never seen such a spectacular scene before. Whether they were players or "NPCs," they all stopped what they were doing, as if trying to imprint the image in their minds.

"Awesome..." Hu Wan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Meanwhile, Yi Ye Zhi Qiu stared intently at the sky, gripping his bone staff tightly, which made a slight creaking sound.

too strong!
That terrifying power... made him feel as if his soul in reality was trembling.

However, he felt no fear, but rather excitement.

One day, he will become a mage like that!

There are many mages who harbor such thoughts, but the mages of the Great Tomb are still quite different from those of the Academy.

Even though both sides have their own extraordinary aspects, the players' bottom line is still relatively high, at least that's the case for the players standing here.

Someone shouted "Victory!" and soon that sound transformed into shouts and battle cries that echoed throughout the mountains near the Flesh and Blood Royal Court.

At the edge of the battlefield, Omon watched the vast dust kicked up by Mok's fall, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

However, he did not make a move.

The strength of a chosen one cannot be judged solely by their level of extraordinary power; the power of divine artifacts and the protection inherent in their bloodline must also be considered.

Facing a rising hero, the unfathomable "Flame King," the yet-to-be-made Colin, and tens of thousands of high-spirited allied troops from the three races... even as a grandmaster, he was not certain of victory.

No, to be precise, they had absolutely no chance of winning.

For a wise person who considers the gains and risks equally on a scale, taking risks is the most foolish thing to do.

“You won this time, Colin.”

However, he can't be considered a loser.

Omon gazed intently at the direction of the mountain peak, his figure gradually fading into the shadows, like water stains wiped away from a glass window.

At least, he had figured out this guy's trump card. And that ambiguous relationship with the heretical deity would be the Imperial Prince's greatest weakness.

A deafening cheer echoed through the valley, and the man who had downed the chemical pool in one gulp excitedly hugged Long Xingwanli's leg.

"Brother! Brother Long! Is the reward still valid?"

Looking at this shameless guy, Wanli couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Let the Demon King take it!"

Dragon Travels a Hundred Miles: "Pfft..."

Gou Shi: "Demon King: You're unhappy again if I really come... *manual sarcasm*"

In the distance, the black flames that had been burning beneath Mok's feet gradually died down, and the ashes of the undead turned to ash.

The way they disappeared without a trace deeply shocked the dwarf commander at the front line and his people behind him.

It is true that dwarves are the mortal enemies of the undead.

But at this moment, he decided to remove them from the book of hatred and erect a monument for these warriors who had risen from the dead.

These dragonborn are true heroes.

To save a group of people who were unrelated to them, they resolutely set foot on this land and scattered their ashes here forever.

Eileen stood on Mok's corpse and sheathed her sword.

She looked up at the figure turning away on the mountaintop, her eyes filled with gratitude, but also a hint of barely perceptible bewilderment.

Is this immense aura of death truly the power of the Dragon God?
She remembered that in ancient legends, the Dragon God and the God of the Underworld seemed to be mortal enemies...

On another battlefield in the distance, King Ironbeard Justa of the Mountain Kingdom leaned on his warhammer, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

Behind him, several dwarf generals and courtiers exchanged bewildered glances.

They all realized what their allies had just used...

Only Lord Quetin Bronzeforge did not participate in the conversation.

Although he didn't know what the Kingdom of Gutaf had to do with the undead, he had long known that the Campbellians and the undead had gotten together.

That night, he was right next to Colin and watched as Princess Irene returned to her tent accompanied by Theresa.

At that time, she hadn't started using perfume to mask her scent yet; he could smell that vampire scent from a great distance.

Just as he was feeling conflicted, a dwarf general couldn't help but speak up.

"Your Majesty, that power..."

"Shut up."

Tie Xu gave a low shout, interrupting his subordinate's speech.

As a dwarf who has lived for hundreds of years, he just looks rather rugged, but he is not really as stubborn as a stone.

He glanced at the crumbling flesh and blood royal court, then looked at his lizardman allies who were cheering for their victory.

Even without Colin's explanation, he instantly found a suitable excuse for them.

“That’s a secret technique of the Kingdom of Gutaf, woven in ancient dragon language… ‘seal,’ yes, I remember that’s how it’s pronounced.”

The dwarf priest standing beside him stared in disbelief at his king, but ultimately swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

What else to do?
Tell the dwarves that they've been working with the undead for three months?
What about the Book of Hatred?
Moreover, the war was over, and the next step was to divide up the territory of the Carrion Clan. Logically and emotionally, they had no reason to start another fight.

Ironbeard glanced at his subjects with a warning look, his voice low and menacing.

"Keep all your guesses to yourselves! If that flame burns our enemy, then it is sacred fire. Didn't humanity themselves say that thing is called the Holy Spirit...? Let's go by what they say!"

The battlefield gradually returned to calm, with only the countless black feathers still slowly falling, like a snowfall celebrating victory.

Standing far behind, Vivian stared fascinated at the scene unfolding before her, her expression growing increasingly fervent, as if she wished she could dance amidst the black flames.

Undoubtedly—

That's her brother!
Whether others could tell or not, she recognized him at a glance!

Vivian's little brain started working again, and she had to think of a way to get the Demon King to use his full power on her.

It is clear--

That giant hand formed from source energy was not a type of magic he was truly skilled in.

With a solemn expression on her face, and wearing a blood-red cross cloak, Sherry left the knights beside her and walked behind her young mistress, Vivian.

Her bangs hung down, obscuring the long, sharp corners of her eyes, and she spoke in a low voice.

"Your Highness..."

Vivian responded softly, clearly still caught up in the excitement.

"what happened?"

Sherette hesitated slightly, but finally spoke.

"Are you sure... Colin is really your brother?"

She knew she shouldn't ask such a sensitive question; whether or not, it was not something an outsider should interfere in the internal affairs of the Colin family.

However, that terrifying power gave her a strange feeling, as if the Demon God himself had just made his move...

This may sound like a good thing, but it is actually something to be very wary of.

After all, what demons say is often the exact opposite of what they actually do, including their respect for His Majesty the Demon God.

No demon wants the vanished demon god to reappear, just as no human noble would want the emperor to rise from his throne and disrupt the balance and tacit understanding they have built up over hundreds of years.

Of course, Shinette didn't suspect that Councilor Luo Yan was a demon god; that would be too outrageous.

What truly puzzled her was: who taught him that thing that seemed like magic but was also somewhat different...?

The transfer of power is often related to factions.

Surely it couldn't be that Councilor Luo Yan figured it out on his own, or learned it from humans?

Vivian was slightly taken aback, and it was unclear whether she had caught the implication in Shinette's words. Suddenly, she flew into a rage.

"You also want to steal Vivian's brother?!"

Sheren Tang was taken aback by this unexpected line of thought and hurriedly offered an explanation.

"No, I mean..."

"This matter must not be told to outsiders, including my family."

Vivian's voice suddenly turned cold, and her delicate face had fallen, no longer showing any hint of joking.

"If I hear someone mention this elsewhere, you know the consequences."

Meeting those scarlet eyes, Shenette felt a chill run down her spine and hurriedly knelt on one knee, a bead of cold sweat creeping onto her forehead.

"Yes... Your Highness, please don't misunderstand. I will always be loyal to you, and my heart and blood will always belong to you."

"Kukuku... Is that so? Then I'll be watching you closely. Besides, my interests and stance are aligned with the Demon King's, do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood." Shinette lowered her head even further, not daring to breathe loudly in front of the future vampire prince.

"As long as you know."

Vivian gave her guard a meaningful look, then walked away humming a cheerful tune as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)