《Emperor of the Demon race》


 Chapter 0 - Time Immemorial

    The realms are divided in the north, west, east, south and middle parts. Each part is ruled by different kind of races and generally, due to the severe amount of distance there is between the parts, they don¡¯t usually enter each other¡¯s. However, far in time immemorial that mattered not.


    The north, ruled by the Lizards, orcs and goblins.


    The west, ruled by the Hybrids, demons and necromancers.


    The east, ruled by the humans and dragons.


    The south, ruled by the elves, fairies and dwarves.


    And lastly, the middle part, often named "Heaven". Ruled by the gods as everything in the universe comes together here where the river of reincarnation flows and the laws merge together.


    Besides the middle part, that only has an inferior realm for the punished, all four other realms are divided. At time creation there was only the exalted realm but as the races got stronger they started creating life and created other realms to let these beings live in. The highest realm being the exalted realm, where all parts of the universe are connected. Below that are the upper realm middle realm, the lower realm and the inferior realm. For any being to ascend to a higher realm, they must pass many trials.


    At the time of creation, all parts had different laws and the deva were born to govern over the laws that made the universe. However, the lower beings in the east slew their devas and took control over the laws themselves. Making them feared by the other parts as war loving savages.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Soon after, a wide-scale war brew out. With the middle realm in charge attacking the east together with the north and western realm, naming the eastern realm heathens. However, they proved themselves too strong. The control they took over from the devas made them freely use their laws in mass-use and the realms were pushed back, losing many.


    The southern realm was more peace loving, with their devas more focused towards unity and decided not to participate in this brutal war that lasted over 5 million years.


    After too much blood was shed, the realms decided on a status-quo and henceforth no longer trespassed on the eastern realm, leaving them in peace.


    With the middle realm still in charge of the sea of reincarnation an agreement was made between just the middle and eastern realm. The east would never step foot outside their realm nor seek out war or revenge and the middle would not interfere on their cycle of reincarnation.


    Millions of years passed, and the agreement always stood firm. However, with the changes in the universe and the lower realms becoming more and more populous with the beings in the exalted realm never finding new strength, they became unable to reincarnate and death meant an eternal rest.


    This lead to the creation of a confederation between all races to work together towards eternity, removing the east¡¯s restriction on not moving freely. The realms started a non-aggression pact and set up tournaments for their young ones to become strong and learn. However, bloodshed and discrimination became more and more common as races started migrating amongst the parts of the realm to discover the new and unknown.


    The cooperation still goes on to this day, but so far, none of the races from the lower realms have managed to ascend to the exalted realm. The step being too large to take. Kin born in the exalted realm being their only forces. The southern realm being the most populous since they never partook in the war.


    The eastern realm having the smallest exalted population followed by the middle, west and lastly north. Interbreeding has already become a common aspect as the realms try to create the being that will rise their universe from possible extinction.

 Chapter 1 - Thararon

    In the exalted realm, the lowest level of cultivation is the everlasting core, followed by the indestructible core and the colossal core. Each consisting of 10 levels.


    After these cores have been established in the powerful existences living in the exalted realm, they must cultivate the matters that create space to advance. However, not all have to be cultivated to the highest level of the core. For one to break through to the next realm, the five elements; wood, fire, earth, metal and water must be cultivated to at least the fifth level, with their main affiliation having to reach the tenth level.


    Once these steps have been completed, one can enter the celestial core. At this stage, controlling parts of the universe becomes possible and creating life in the lower realms is usually the first things a cultivator at this level wants to do.


    Rumours exist where the power of ying and yang are used in the eastern realm and the confederation is closely looking into this.


    In the western realm, the demons are ruled by the Thar¡¯aron family on planet Thar¡¯aron. They solidified their position 4 million years ago with their ancestor breaking through to the origin core, setting him far superior to his peers and leading the demon race into the new era. The era of Balgis.


    It is now the year 5.400.548 of the Balgis era, every era starts by the birth of the ruler of their kind. The current ancestor and king of the Demons is Balgis Thar¡¯aron. He struggled a lot to get where he was and after he obtained his position struggled against the biggest foe of them all; time.


    The planet Thar¡¯aron has a radius of 40.000 km, a hub for all races in the western realm. Most of the planet is populated by the demons but in all cities, especially trading cities, it is bustling with hybrids and necromancers. It possesses no water nor oceans, it is a completely dry planet where the sun barely shines.


    The capital of Thar¡¯aron is Traglunoth, named after the first demon whom attained the origin core cultivation. This is the home of the imperial family Thar¡¯aron and it¡¯s where the palace is located. It spans over 8.000 km and the palace holds almost 1/3<sup>rd</sup> of that.


    The palace is of demonic design, broad strong red walls painted in blood, strong spikes engraved in protection runes to deny invaders entry, a grand castle that pierces the sky to show its dominance.


    In the throne room of the castle, stands an old man whom is looking at the painting of Traglunoth. ¡°You didn¡¯t beat time, and soon, the same will be for me¡± he sighs with his eyes still showing the fierceness he showed in his younger days.


    This old man is the current ancestor and ruler of the demon race, Balgis. A 3-meter robust old man whom is only covering his private parts with silken shorts, engraved in beautiful golden runes. He has red skin, two large horns pointing out of his head and deep dark red eyes. A deathly aura comes off him, as time has taken its toll despite the achievements he¡¯s made in his lifetime.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    ¡°None of my descendants have managed to even touch the brink of the origin core, even with all the resources and guidance I gave them¡± He laments thinking of the millions of years he¡¯s put in his race and kin to beat the never-ending fight against time.


    ¡°I have travelled all parts of the realm and visited all realms searching for answers with only the humans in the east showing some promise. Their young¡¯uns only take 20 years to reach the peak of their power before they mature and try to break through even further. They already have over 100 origin core members in their 13 factions. Yet, my race only has one. The killing of the devas at the beginning of time truly gave them an advantage but their fierce competition amongst one another makes it so that barely any of them manage to age over 200.000.¡±


    The old man moves his eyes away from the painting and looks up to his throne, made of the skulls of the worthy opponents he fought in his lifetime. The current count of the skulls on the chair is 483. ¡°It¡¯s been over 500.000 years since I last fought one worthy enough to be immortalized in my throne¡­ None of us can reincarnate but their skulls remain¡± a cruel smile comes on the old man¡¯s face as kindness was never his forte.


    He walks up the stairs leading to his throne and softly touches the chair before turning around and sitting down. A dominating aura, only worthy of a ruler whom has slayed many to get to his position, comes out and the 12 pillars supporting the roof tremble before it. Each pillar has one of the generals that followed Balgis on his journey engraved in them, the eyes on it burn brightly red as if they return to life once more as if their emperor is calling them for war in the realms once again.


    ¡°Guards!¡± The old man looks at the fortified draconic doors and summons the guards inside.


    The two heavy draconic doors open as 50 guards enter marching towards the steps of the throne before kneeling. ¡°You have summoned us, emperor Balgis?¡± The guard in front asks.


    ¡°Indeed. I want you to go into the city and bring my youngest descendants here. If they refuse, tell them they will be hanged on walls of this castle! Also, make sure you give them a beating deserving of their crimes. If not even one of them arrives bleeding in this throne room I shall give you all a severe punishment!¡±


    The fifty guards look at their emperor with slight surprise before standing up and bowing ¡°As you command! We will bring them all back with a punishment engraved into their bodies before they arrive!¡± They leave the throne room, closing the draconic doors behind them.


    The old man looks up in thought ¡°These young¡¯uns only want to indulge themselves in the pleasure of hybrids in the brothel¡­ My descendants have truly degraded over time. These 3 unfilial ones shall be the last I guide before I pass on.¡±


    He takes out an old book out of his ring, an interspatial ring which can hold objects of any kind within the small space the creator has made inside it and opens the book.


    It¡¯s the book which marks any Thar¡¯aron born in the realms and dims out when they pass away. The old man scrolls to the most recent page and looks down on 3 names that are his youngest three descendants


    Kegmoz, age 83. Reached the lowest stage of the colossal core but has remained lazy and unmotivated to continue, rather spreading his family¡¯s name around and indulging in sexual pleasure with the hybrids in the brothel of the city.


    Murgal, age 105. Reached the upper stages of the colossal core but spends most of his time gambling his family¡¯s money away in the betting halls and often abusing the guards to bully anyone that even remotely glares at him.


    Arkoluth, age 170. Reached the first step towards the celestial core but spends most of his time having incestual relations with his cousins, mostly forcing them due to his bloodline being purer and the true rulers of Thar¡¯aron.


    ¡°Hmpf, shameful. SHAMEFUL! They dare abuse the name I grew over all these years to play around and don¡¯t even bother cultivating! All of them are still in the lowest stages in the exalted realm!¡± A murderous aura comes out of the old man as he reads the description of the three.


    ¡°I will set them right, and if their parents dare even mutter a word I¡¯ll send them straight to the torture rooms. My bloodline will not end by the hands of three impotent dogs!¡±

 Chapter 2 - The royal guard

    One hour later, in the red-light district of the city of Traglunoth 50 royal guards march the streets, heading to the Dheryn brothel. Their bright red armor and robust postures with fierce hawk-eyes and an aura filled with desire for war, each of them having fought many battles. Everyone in the district quickly averts their eyes as they make way for the incoming guards.


    The guards arrive in front of the brothel as their commander, Mug''drezor, stands in front of the doors and slams them open, breaking them apart upon impact.


    A light scream comes out from inside ¡°Excuse me, sir! You can¡¯t just come in and destroy our establishment! We are trying to do fair business here!¡± A succubus standing behind the counter at the entrance states, with fear visible on her face as nobody has ever dared to enter their establishment this way.


    Mug¡¯drezor moves his eyes to the succubus piercing through her entire skin ¡°Lowly prostitute, we are here on official orders of the emperor! I will do as I please and if you open your damned mouth in complaint again, I will erase this entire establishment!¡±


    The succubus¡¯s eyes open wide with the mention of the emperor as she takes a closer look at the outfit the man is wearing. ¡°T-that outfit¡­ y-you are of the emperor¡¯s royal guard!¡± She quickly prostates before the commander in absolute fear as she remembers the terrorising rumours surrounding this 50 manned guard.


    ¡°Hmpf, men, search the entire place and drag that bastard of a descendant out!¡±


    The remaining 49 guards move in unison and start rampaging in the entire place, blowing open every door and searching every hook for the youngest of the 3 siblings.


    A voice comes out from the back as a red skinned demon with a robust posture, 6 dark black horns coming out of his head and a fierce look in his eyes stands in front of one of the guards completely nude with a succubus in each of his hands ¡°What is all this noise! Do you not see that I am trying to enjoy myself here!¡±


    His eyes move to the man standing domineeringly at the entrance, noticing it to be the commander of his ancestor¡¯s guards. ¡°Mug¡¯drezor, what brings you here?¡± He asks in bewilderment


    ¡°Kegmoz, by the order of the emperor you are to come with us to meet him at once, failure in obeying will end in immediate execution by torture on the walls of the palace!¡± Mug¡¯drezor looks at Kegmoz in complete disdain. Demons are blood loving fighters that feast themselves on battle, yet this man only knows how to feast on sexual pleasures.


    The fierceness leaves Kegmoz¡¯s eyes as he slightly starts trembling ¡°Ancestor desires my presence? I¡¯ll go¡­ of course I¡¯ll go!¡± Blood drains from his face as he slowly starts looking pale. ¡°I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve done anything to offend the ancestor! But¡­ if he has made his personal guard come out with such consequences¡­ if I don¡¯t quickly go¡­¡± he mutters


    Five guards surround the youngest prince as one punches him in the stomach


    ¡°Ugh¡± Kegmoz bends over with pain visible on his face ¡°What was that for you damned servant!¡± Blood-thirst starts coming off him as he desires immediate revenge.


    Another guard casually steps inside as he gathers power in his left arm, smashing it on Kegmoz¡¯s head and launching him straight into the floor.


    Mug¡¯drezor looks at the fainted prince¡°Tie this degenerate up, we¡¯re going to the next one¡± Mug¡¯drezor says before turning around.


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    In the betting halls of Sharlea, a succubus with slick black hair, sexy eyes and round tits with almost no clothes sits in the control room as she receives the news of what just occured in the red-light district. A minotaur standing next to her. ¡°Quickly tell the gorgon in charge today to go to the front of the district and meet the guards, they are likely to come here next¡±The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    ¡°As you command¡± The minotaur gets up and leaves the room


    ¡°So, his highness the emperor has finally had enough of the behaviour of his youngest descendants?¡± The succubus sighs, although Murgal often uses his personal guard to cause trouble, he is still good for business with how much money he throws at his bets.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    The fifty guards march towards the entertainment district with Kegmoz in tow, his face rubbing against the floor with each step they take.


    ¡°Any news on where the second bastard is?¡± The commander asks


    The vice-commander behind him manages most of the information amongst their royal guard through his spiritual power and slowly nods ¡°He¡¯s somewhere around the southern parts, most likely the succubus owned arm-wrestling hall.¡±


    Just as he informs his commander, a gorgon with fierce snake-eyes, snake hair and a snake¡¯s tail with a human body comes up to them ¡°Lord-commander of the emperor¡¯s royal guard, my lady has sent me to receive you into our humble establishment.¡±


    Mug¡¯drezor looks at the barely dressed gorgon with disdain ¡°Is Murgal in there?¡±


    The gorgon lowers her head, almost prostrating before them ¡°Indeed, he is currently betting between two minotaur¡±


    Mug¡¯drezor¡¯s brows start twitching as he nods his head and looks onward ¡°Very well, lead the way.¡±


    The gorgon slowly raises her head as she starts moving to the Sharlea betting hall with the guards all following right behind her.


    As they pass by many onlookers look curiously at the fifty men and one of the young princes of the Thar¡¯aron family being dragged behind them before a few slowly leave the crowd and start passing down information to certain organisations.


    A spectator looks curiously at the spectacle ¡°Hey, hey. Isn¡¯t that Kegmoz? Why is he being dragged around like this, aren¡¯t they afraid of the consequences?¡±


    A guard approaches the spectator ¡°You believe a mere prince overrules our authority?¡± He puts his hand on top of the spectator¡¯s head as he slowly starts crushing the man¡¯s head


    ¡°H-Hey w-wait¡±


    ¡°In your next life, try to know your place lowly commoner.¡± He crushes the man¡¯s head as he moves back in formation with the other guards, leaving the spectator bleeding on the street of the district.


    The guards slowly arrive in front of a grand building, a statue of two minotaur wrestling one another stands in front of the building with the name Sharlea written on the building itself.


    ¡°Here it is, lord-commander. If possible, I wish to ask you only send in a few men to take the young prince with you¡± The gorgon once more deeply lowers her head


    ¡°Mm, very well.¡± The commander looks at his vice-commander ¡°Ror''inod, take 4 men and retrieve him¡±


    ¡°As you wish.¡± Ror¡¯inod nods his head and signals four guards with his hand before heading inside, leaving the remaining guards outside with Kegmoz and the gorgon.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    Ror¡¯inod enters the building, immediately hearing the cheers of demons and hybrids inside ¡°What a bunch of low-lives, can they find nothing better to do in their spare time?¡± He thinks


    Ror¡¯inod signals his fingers to the four guards and each walk in a different direction trying to find the second youngest sibling before they hear a loud demonic voice.


    ¡°HAHAHAHA, YOU SEE THAT, BARGUN? I TOLD YOU THAT COW WOULD WIN!¡± A crazy laughter can be heard in the northern end of the betting hall where one minotaur has a broken arm and lies on the ground with the other holding his arms in the air victoriously.


    Ror¡¯inod frowns his brow as he signals the guards to move over to the position the crazy laughter came from ¡°That miserable laugh must be him.¡±


    A demon dressed in golden robes with greedy eyes, red skin and three red horns coming out of his head sits in an honourable chair next to the arm-wrestling event with his guards next to him. ¡°Bargun, go collect the money I won!¡±


    A robust guard standing next to the demon lowers his head as he walks off, accidently bumping into Ror¡¯iron. Ror¡¯iron looks at the guard in absolute disgust as a terrifying murderous aura emits from him, smacking the guard¡¯s head making it explode with blood flying everywhere. ¡°Filthy lowlife, you dare place your disgusting hands on me?¡±


    The demon in the chair notices his guard being instantly killed as he looks over ¡°DAMNED BASTERD, YOU DARE KILL ONE OF MY GUARDS? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?¡± His power erupts as he takes out a sword from his interspatial ring ready to attack.


    ¡°Murgal, the emperor demands your immediate return to the palace. It matters not how we take you there, as long as we keep you alive.¡± Ror¡¯iron sneers at the second eldest prince as he signals the four guards towards Murgal.


    ¡°Wha-?¡± Murgal¡¯s power immediately disperses after noticing who it is in front of him. ¡°Vice-commander, I¡¯ll go! I¡¯ll go! You don¡¯t need to use force!¡±


    The four guards surround Murgal as Murgal¡¯s guards have already lowered their heads, since their direct superior is the emperor.


    ¡°Beat him up, I want to spread his blood all over the path we take to the oldest one.¡±


    Murgal¡¯s eyes lose colour as he looks at the guards surrounding him ¡°There is no need for this!¡±


    The four guards each unleash their full power as they start beating on the second youngest sibling, breaking his arms and making his teeth fly out of his mouth.


    Murgal falls to the floor as he looks at the guards in fear, still trying to mutter words. ¡°T-this s-should b-be e-enough.¡±


    The four guards ignore his words as they each take out a blunt weapon and start smacking it on his back.


    After five minutes of smashing down, leaving Murgal in a puddle of his own blood, the guards stop.


    ¡°Mm, that should suffice. Drag him outside and tie him up with his brother.¡±


    The guards nod as they grab Murgal by his arms and drag him towards the exit, leaving a trail of blood behind.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    Mug¡¯drezor looks at the beaten up Murgal slowly being tied to his younger brother before moving his eyes to his vice-commander ¡°Mm, well done. Now we can move towards the last one.¡±


    Ror¡¯iron nods his head as he joins the rest of the guard behind Mug¡¯drezor, ready to depart.


    Mug¡¯drezor throws a coin pouch over to the gorgon still lowering her head before them ¡°For the trouble, tell that lowly succubus in charge we won¡¯t poke further into her business.¡±


    The gorgon nods her head ¡°I shall inform the missus, thank you lord-commander¡± she bows once more before heading inside


    ¡°Well then, that last bastard should be in one of the branch houses. Let¡¯s move out!¡±


    The guards nod as they leave the entertainment district with the two young princes in tow, one of them leaving a trail of blood as he looks completely messed up, the other tied up and paralyzed in rope.

 Chapter 3 - The branch family of Thararon

    Just 100km outside the capital of Thar¡¯aron there lies a dead mountain, surrounded by nothing but ashes and rocks lay the branch family of Thar¡¯aron. This dead mountain which peaks far into the sky, piercing the clouds is named after one of the demon generals of Balgis whom attained the peak of the celestial core; Zolvalog.


    The branch family has a large demonic castle surrounded by ghastly beings defending it as none but a Thar¡¯aron is welcome here.


    Below the mountain, 50 guards and 2 beaten up young princes arrive. The two moan in pain with the older one still bleeding profusely, his trail of blood leading all the way back to the entertainment district of the capital.


    ¡°I¡¯ve already confirmed the eldest one to be here commander¡± Ror¡¯iron looks at his commander, awaiting orders.


    Mug¡¯drezol turns around looking at his men ¡°This worthless branch family means nothing, so we shall teach the entirety of the Thar¡¯aron bloodline to think twice before they breed with the pure again, even if forced.¡± A bloodthirsty aura is unleashed from the commander as he takes out a great sword, covered in old blood with the edges looking so sharp the air itself is being cut just from being around it.


    ¡°March inside, slaughter anything that stands in our path until we find the last bastard.¡± The commander orders as he explodes forth with his cultivation, making the entire mountain tremble.


    ¡°As you command!¡± All other guards draw their weapons as well as the same bloodthirsty aura comes out as they follow their commander.


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    Inside the branch house, the family head runs out of his chambers and looks at the guards ¡°What is going on?!¡± He asks in panic as the power he feels coming from below the mountain far exceeds any of them can afford to provoke.


    ¡°Sir, I believe we are under attack!¡± One of the guards responds


    ¡°Well? What are you waiting for then! Quickly activate the defensive formations and repel the attackers!¡±


    The guards look at one another as cold sweat flows down their back, fully aware that the strength approaching them will easily wipe out this entire castle.


    The family head starts looking irritated at the guards ¡°Even if they can destroy us, do you think with their murderous aura they will let us off unscathed? Hurry up and activate the formations so at least some can escape! And tell the informant to hurry send a request of aid from the capital!¡±Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    The guards slowly firm their stance ¡°As you command!¡± They yell out as they try to motivate themselves and run down the stairs to arm the defensive formation and rally the other troops.


    The family head looks at his departing guards ¡°Just who did we provoke? This strength is at least the celestial core¡­ And there¡¯s so many of them¡­¡± He sighs before re-entering his chambers to get his children to safety


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    ¡°Commander, they seem to be activating their defensive formations¡± Ror¡¯iron looks at the branch family¡¯s castle walls as they slowly light up with cannons charging and being aimed down at them


    The commander looks at the walls before lifting his hand to stop the advance and slowly raises his great sword. ¡°Puny ants dare put up a fight? I¡¯ll just cut half the mountain down!¡± The commander channels his strength as a terrifying aura of death appears enveloping the entire mountain before it gathers into his sword. ¡°Let all fear the might of the reaper; Kor¡¯gon!¡± The commander shouts as his voice vibrates across the entire mountain and he slashes his great sword down, blasting the mountain into two.


    ¡°Advance, murder everything on sight. Now they¡¯ve dared to defend themselves, none shall be left alive.¡± The commander puts the great sword over his shoulder as he gathers his power and launches himself from the earth of the mountain directly into the branch family¡¯s castle


    The guards swiftly follow him as most of them arrive on the walls and they mercilessly start hacking through the bodies of anyone in their sight.


    ¡°T-this¡­ a-aren¡¯t you Mug¡¯drezol¡­? W-why is the royal guard massacring inside the branch¡¯s castle¡­?¡± A terrified voice comes out of one of the castle as he stares at the commander in the air with a pale face.


    The commander looks over at the window and sees a red skinned, bald aged man with 8 horns coming out of his head as if forming a crown, an untrained body and very lecherous eyes still visible. ¡°Arkoluth, the emperor has ordered your return. Since you have defiled the royal bloodline with your filthy rapist incestual nature, we are clearing the entire branch to ensure nothing vile remains.¡± He looks at Arkoluth in disgust as if wanting to cut him up before signaling at Ror¡¯iron to come over.


    Arkoluth looks at the commander with his eyes slowly losing its light, being the eldest of the three youngest descendants, he is fully aware of his ancestor¡¯s personality. Nothing good is awaiting him back home.


    ¡°Cut off his manhood.¡± The commander slowly orders his vice-commander with cold eyes as if looking at a chicken ready to be butchered, only not ordering the kill since he needs to bring him back alive.


    Ror¡¯iron reveals a devilish smile ¡°As you wish¡± he takes out a small dagger as he instantly arrives behind Arkoluth and holds him in a choke-hold.


    ¡°P-please¡­ A-Anything but that!¡± Arkoluth starts wetting himself as he looks at the commander with absolute fear


    Mug¡¯drezor turns around and heads down the inner halls of the castle, no longer caring for Arkoluth. Making his way to the main hall to find the family head. Screams coming out from the entire castle as the stench of blood slowly fills the place, 1000¡¯s having been killed already.


    ¡°How strange¡­ I can¡¯t find Ol''gorun¡¯s aura. Did that bastard of a family head already manage to flee?¡± The commander thinks to himself, further spreading out his spiritual energy, enveloping the entire mountain in his deathly aura before a horrifying scream comes from the window where Ror¡¯iron and Arkoluth are. The commander slowly raises his head as he ignores the screams and moves into the family head¡¯s chambers.


    ¡°So, he¡¯s escaped with his children¡­ As cunning as always, using anything as fodder for his own survival.¡± The commander checks the room once more before flying out of the window and signaling his guards ¡°Finish of the remaining ones, we¡¯re heading back to Thar¡¯aron.¡±


    The guards nod their head as they kill of the remaining ones and slowly return to the base of the mountain where the princes were dumped before they tie a third person to them.


    ¡°That¡¯s all three of them, I¡¯m sure the emperor will give us a magnificent show for you guys when we¡¯re back¡± Ror¡¯iron looks at the three as if they¡¯re already dead with an extremely satisfied smile.


    ¡°We need this kind of exercise more often, even lowly dogs nowadays think they can raise their puny fists that would shatter by our mere presence against us.¡± The commander looks slightly irritated before marching back to the capital.

 Chapter 4 - Judgement

    Back at the gates of the capital, 50 guards have returned from a rather quick journey. None daring to stop their entr¨¦e as they carry the emperor¡¯s symbol on their backs. They enter the city and march directly for the palace without giving a care about anything in their path.


    ¡°I wonder how long it¡¯s been since the royal guard has been outside the palace?¡± One of the guards at the gate looks at the back of the 50 men before noticing a trail of blood and seeing 3 demons tied up at the back of their march ¡°Hey¡­ Aren¡¯t those the 3 young princes?¡±


    Another guard takes a closer look before gasping in realisation ¡°I-It looks like things are going to get ugly in the capital¡­¡±


    The 50 guards enter the palace grounds with the 3 princes in tow heading straight to the throne room. The commander stands in front of the draconic doors before loudly smashing against the doors 5 times ¡°Your highness, we have brought the three you requested.¡±


    A bloodthirsty voice comes from inside ¡°Mm, enter.¡±


    The commander pushes the doors open as the fifty guards walk towards the stairs that lead to the throne before prostrating themselves before the emperor. The commander takes the tied-up princes and throws them over at the first step of the stairs before prostrating as well. ¡°As you¡¯ve ordered, we¡¯re brought the three over. However, taking it upon ourselves to teach them a little¡­ lesson, so to say.¡±


    Balgis looks down at his three descendants, checking them up noticing each is even worse off than the other ¡°untie them.¡±


    Mug¡¯drezol stands up and unties the three before prostrating himself once more.


    Balgis slowly lifts his finger as he infuses some power into them and shoots it down at the three, most of it focussed on the second-eldest whom is pale from pure blood loss. Demons, especially demons at this level, can bleed profusely for hours on end without dying, but even for that this is quite horrible. The eldest is better off for his overall condition but is missing¡­ his privates¡­ The youngest one being perfectly fine, only having his head smashed against the ground with his skull slightly fractured.


    He somewhat heals the three and lowers his hand once more when the three slowly start twitching ¡°ugh¡± Kegmoz is the first to awaken from a long concussion and looks around him before lowering his eyes on his brothers, remembering what happened just before he passed out. ¡°Ah¡­¡± He raises his head as he sees his ancestor sitting there staring at him with a murderous look in his eyes. ¡°Ancestor¡­ I-I know I did wrong¡­¡±If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    ¡°Silence!¡± The ancestor domineeringly lets his power gush out. ¡°You will not speak a word before the other two awaken.¡±


    Kegmoz looks pale in fright, unsure what is to happen to them. He can already see how miserable the state of his brothers his and can only assume the worst.


    Slowly Arkoluth opens his eyes before he slowly sits up and noticing the devastating pain in his crotch ¡°AHH!¡± His face contorts in pain as he holds his hands on his crotch area and he rolls around on the floor in pain.


    The ears of Murgal twitch as the noise slowly makes him open his eyes. He slowly tries to get up before his entire body roars in pain, but he holds it in as he stops trying to move. His eyes slowly moving to the stairs in front of him ¡°Ah¡­ So, I¡¯m in the throne room¡­¡± He closes his eyes again, aware where he is now he awaits judgement.


    Their ancestor is known to perform horrible tortures on anyone that displeases him within the family during the first 5 generations but afterwards he slowly became more a figure in the back, holding onto his throne and working on diplomatic situations. Now that he is active once more, Murgal can only imagine what awaits him before he focusses on the screams behind him again. ¡°That¡¯s Arkoluth¡¯s voice¡­ Why is he in so much pain?¡± He slowly opens his eyes before a presence descends next to him with a terrifying desire for blood flowing out.


    ¡°It¡¯s just a mere cut, why are you screaming like a damned commoner?!¡± Balgis grabs Arkoluth¡¯s head and throws him straight at one of the twelve pillars in the throne room before turning to Murgal.


    Moans coming from behind Murgal as he looks his ancestor in the eye. ¡°Do you know why you are here, Murgal?¡± Balgis asks


    Murgal raises his chin to look his ancestor in the eye before slowly shaking his head.


    ¡°You are here because you are a disgrace to my bloodline.¡± Balgis looks at Murgal with cold eyes


    Murgal slowly closes his eyes, already accepting his fate as he doesn¡¯t desire to put up a fight he can¡¯t even remotely win. He thinks back of his time in the gambling halls and how often he tried to pursue the president of the betting hall, all to no avail, before thinking back to his youth. How he chased the stars and desired absolute power back then. A weird smile forms on Murgal¡¯s face as he fully relaxes, accepting his end.


    Balgis¡¯s brows frown as he starts looking at Murgal in complete disgust ¡°And you are supposed to be of my bloodline? Simply looking back at life and you¡¯re satisfied? Mug¡¯drezol, drag him to the inferior realm and have him enter the tunnel of disaster. Don¡¯t have him come out for at least 50 years.


    Mug¡¯drezol rises to his feet preparing to take away Murgal before Murgal violently starts moving around trying to get up.¡±I-I REFUSE!¡± A terrifying killing intent forms around him ¡°IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE ANYONE THROWS ME IN THAT HELLHOLE THE GODS MADE¡± he slowly manages to get on his knees before Mug¡¯drezol grabs him by the neck and his entire nerve system shuts down from the power Mug¡¯drezol sent into his body.


    Directly afterwards the two leave the throne room and disappear from the planet.


    Balgis turns his head to Kegmoz who has been quietly hiding in fear all this time. ¡°What will you do? I¡¯m sure cowards can have a fun time in the broken space in the middle realm of the north¡±


    Kegmoz rises to his feet before giving his ancestor a fierce glare ¡°If that is what ancestor has decided, then Kegmoz will go.¡± Determination visible on his face, nothing like the usual playboy that always hangs around in the brothels of the city.


    Surprise appears on Balgis¡¯s face ¡°Hmm, it seems you have at least some dignity left in you fitting to my bloodline. Ror¡¯iron, take him there.¡±


    Ror¡¯iron stands up and looks the youngest prince in the eye as Kegmoz calmly walks towards Ror¡¯iron and without any resistance lets the vice-commander take him away.


    Balgis looks at his two departed descendants before rising the stairs to his throne again and taking his seat, coldly looking down at where Arkoluth is twitching around in pain.


    ¡°That only leaves one.¡±

 Chapter 5 - Separation

    The emperor sits in his throne looking at the eldest prince in complete and utter disgust as he tries to think where to send him to. He places his hand on his chin and starts thinking of the most horrible places in the realm.


    ¡°Mm¡­¡± Balgis looks at his remaining 48 guards ¡°What do you guys think? Where should I send the biggest disgrace of my bloodline to?¡±


    The guards rise to their feet as they hold their hands behind their back and look up to their emperor with reference. ¡°I believe we should sent him to the humans on planet Elohim. They only respect the strong there, if he even as much as opens his mouth they will cripple him.¡± A dracaena stands in front of the guards with determination on her face, ready to take the task. She has beautiful long black hair and fair cheeks, looking like a frail young girl. Her lower body that of a snake she is fully armed in red armour riddled with demonic runes and scriptures.


    ¡°Ah, Dhynetyh, you are from the east, aren¡¯t you?¡± The emperor asks


    ¡°Indeed, your highness. However, I haven¡¯t been back there ever since I joined your forces. It is doubtful anything has changed there. So for him who has only been opening his mouth and throwing his family¡¯s name around, this should be perfect. With me around, he should be able to get into Elohim.¡±


    ¡°Mm¡± Balgis nods his head ¡°Very well, take him in his current state, the trip will be slightly longer but let his recovery be as painful as possible. Once you arrive there, give their current ruler this gift¡± He takes an interspatial ring from his hand and throws it to Dhynetyh.


    ¡°Very well, I shall see to it that it arrives to the current ruler of the east.¡± Dhynetyh receives the ring in her hand and prostates once more before her emperor and moves over to Arkoluth, grabs him by his clothes and drags him off.


    ¡°The rest of you are dismissed, inform the family and have them destroy all means of communication with the three.¡± Balgis looks at the remaining guards before closing his eyes, as if becoming one with the throne itself.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    ¡°Quite unexpected, although your crime was the lowest out of the three of you my image of you was that of a degenerate that was only capable of thinking with his lower half¡± Ror¡¯iron enters the long-distance teleportation hall with Kegmoz without having to restrain the youngest prince.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    ¡°I knew this day would come, the ancestor is old, and nobody has managed to reach a level where the demon race can be protected yet. Although with the confederation in place, our race should be safe but with nobody to look to when things go south¡­¡± Kegmoz stops walking and looks toward the ceiling of the hall, on it is the painting of Balgis with his 12 armies that roared strong through all corners of the realm, seeking foes to fight and land to subjugate.


    ¡°Hmm, for one that has only been indulging in sexual pleasures you still have a proper brain in that head of yours.¡± Ror¡¯iron slowly looks at Kegmoz more carefully, measuring him up. Everything he knows about the third prince is from reports of his intelligence division.


    ¡°Haha, I have actually long looked up to you, vice-commander of the ancestor¡¯s royal guard. Brain and tactician of the 12 armies. Your strategy has turned losing wars into absolute victories many times in the past. Yet, when I looked at my brothers and my parents, I lost desire to chase that dream¡± Kegmoz slightly tears up whilst staring at the domineering painting.


    Ror¡¯iron looks at Kegmoz with a somewhat surprised look before turning his back to him ¡°Since we¡¯re going to cultivate in the northern most dangerous broken parts of space, I¡¯m sure you will return a different demon than you left.¡± Ror¡¯iron enters inside the hall and starts activating the teleportation formation ¡°Stop being sentimental and get in¡± He looks at Kegmoz who is still looking at the painting in a trance.


    Kegmoz looks back down and follows after Ror¡¯iron, standing inside the teleportation formation.


    ¡°Off we go. This will be the last time you act unbefitting of a demon.¡±


    The formation activates and a large amount of power gathers in the hall as the earth around it begins to tremble and thunder starts roaring all over the place. Several light shines down in the hall and vanishes as quickly as it came with everything returning to normal.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    ¡°Ah, ah¡­ Why am I stuck with this degenerate? I could figure his highness had plans to make both me and Ror¡¯iron take one of the princes out but why do I get the most pathetic one?¡± Mug¡¯drezor looks at Murgal who is still completely paralyzed in his hand whilst he breaks through space and flies at the speed of light towards the middle part of the realm. ¡°A greedy bastard who cowers in fear behind his guards at the first sight of danger, he¡¯s probably never even had a proper fight in his life. Sending him to the tunnel of disaster is going easy, the Buddhist temple would have been many times more suitable.¡± Mug¡¯drezor sighs as he continues his travel.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    Dhynetyh arrives at the minor teleportation hall with Arkoluth hung over her back. ¡°I¡¯d like to travel to the Erendriel controlled border between the elves and demons.¡± She tells the cyclops in charge


    The cyclops looks at the dracaena ¡°Order. Go. East. South. Cannot.¡±


    ¡°I have some minor business at one of the planets there before heading out with this trash.¡±


    The cyclops slightly tilts his head as if confirming whether she is speaking the truth ¡°Ok. May. Go. Tell Emperor. Else. Problem.¡±


    ¡°You go inform his highness, I have to quickly follow his orders and head for Elohim after my business with the elves is done.¡±


    The cyclops thinks once more before turning around infusing his power into the minor teleportation formation as it lights up. ¡°Enter.¡±


    Dhynetyh nods and enters the formation with Arkoluth and stands still inside it.


    ¡°May. Kor¡¯gon. Bless. Your. Travels.¡± The cyclops smashes his hands together as the formation fully activates, sending the two off to the southern realm

 Chapter 6 - Arrival

    In the southern realm on planet Aolis, a teleportation formation lights up close to their capital as a dracaena comes out of the formation carrying a demon over her shoulder.


    Two guards wearing fully clad in green with a spear and shield in their hands stand in front of the dracaena. ¡°State your business¡± Both say at the same time.


    The dracaena is naturally Dhynetyh with Arkoluth on her back. She looks at the guards ¡°I¡¯m here to see Flardryn Erendriel, as the king of the elves he should be in his palace.¡±


    The guards look surprised at the newly arrived people directly wanting to see their king. They look at one another before one of the guards takes out a gem out of his interspatial ring and knocks against the gem three times. Slowly a watery mirror appears inside it as it connects with another gem on the planet with an old elf on the other side of the gem. ¡°Lord Arbane, there is a dracaena here asking for his highness Flardyrn¡±


    The elf on the other side frowns ¡°Who would be so audacious to directly ask for the presence of our ruler?¡±


    Dhynetyh steps forward and takes the gem out of the guard¡¯s hands with impeccable speed as she looks at the gem ¡°Arbane, tell Flardyrn the demonic dragon from the east is here to pay him a visit¡±


    Arbane looks surprised before taking a closer look at the dracaena cladded in gold demonic armor. ¡°If it isn¡¯t one of Balgis¡¯s 50¡­ Very well I shall tell his highness of your arrival. Pass the gem back to the guards¡±


    Dhynetyh nods as she casually drops the gem back in the guard¡¯s hand.


    ¡°Give the woman an escort, I don¡¯t want her rummaging around alone¡± Arbane commands the guard


    ¡°Very well, sir!¡± The guard responds as he puts the gem away ¡°Miss, please, this way.¡±


    Dhynetyh follows the guard as the other one remains guarding the formation.


    The guard moves down the hall as he arrives at a docking station where 10 netherwind eagles are casually relaxing, the grandiose birds with dark black feathers and powerful red eyes emit a devastatingly strong windily power despite their current laziness. They notice the guard and give him a playful look.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.


    ¡°Not today guys, we are heading for the capital with our guests¡± The guard says to the eagles as disappointment comes into their eyes before looking at the guests.


    The guard looks back at Dhynetyh ¡°Although they¡¯re very strong, they¡¯re kind birds. Just hop on we¡¯ll take a quick fly straight to the palace¡± he signals to one of the birds and gets on its back.


    Dhynetyh looks at the eagles as she nods to one with a fierce look in its eyes and it looks back with disdain ¡°Hmm, they¡¯re interesting ones, aren¡¯t they?¡± She unleashes her pressure on the eagle, forcing it straight to the floor as fear becomes visible on his face. ¡°That¡¯s better.¡± She releases the pressure as she approaches the eagle.


    The eagle, still afraid of what suddenly happened doesn¡¯t dare put up any kind of resistance as the two get on his back.


    The guard looks at the actions of Dhynetyh with an indifferent looks on his face as he strokes the head of the eagle. The eagle rubs his head against the guard¡¯s hand and spreads his wings launching himself into the air.


    Dhynetyh slightly frowns as she commands the eagle ¡°Fly.¡± The eagle slightly shudders as he spreads his wings and flies in the same direction as the other one.


    Arkoluth still hung over Dhynetyh¡¯s back slowly wakes up from all the moving around and the wind smashing against his body. He slowly opens his eyes and gets confused immediately. The last thing he recalls was him being in the throne room, yet, now he¡¯s staring down at black feathers with clouds all around him. ¡°Ugh¡­ What is this?¡±


    Dhynetyh rotates her head to the prince as she throws him down on the back of the eagle ¡°So, you¡¯ve finally decided to wake up? No matter, you may go back to sleep right away!¡± Her eyes turn into that of a snake¡¯s, bright and yellow.


    ¡°Huh?¡± Arkoluth looks at the royal guard in surprise before his mind gets invaded by a terrifying power and his eyes instantly lose all signs of life.


    The bird continues flying, thinking about the terrifying pressure he felt earlier from the woman as he ignores the actions taking place on his back.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    Grand lights appear in the middle realm of the northern part as its entire universe trembles in horror. This marks the arrival of people from the exalted realm, beings who can wipe out their entire existence with a mere thought.


    On planet Nash, home of the ogres where only ogres are allowed their king flies into the sky in absolute panic ¡°Quick! Quick! Receive these guests, whoever they are, do not anger them!¡± The king, a fat ogre with his belly in full view, his skin entirely grey as barely any muscle is visible, opens the formation of their planet with his fat shaking everywhere. He has some hair on his head, and two lower teeth going all the way up to his nose, with his face being the only threatening thing about him.


    Ror¡¯iron steps out of the formation in the open space of the middle realm with Kegmoz next to him, a look of being defiled by just being in a realm of insignificance appears on his face. ¡°The broken space is just up ahead, I¡¯ll wait here and see what these lowly locals are up to whilst you try and contemplate how you¡¯re going to enter that place where every move means certain death.¡±


    Kegmoz looks at Ror¡¯iron with slight fear as he nods his head and flies to an area in the north where there is no light from any star nor artificial light visible. It looks as if there¡¯s nothing but pure darkness inside and he thinks back to the stories of this place.


    The broken space of the northern realm created when the two devas of the north realm fought one another. Once their fight descended all the way to the middle realm, they destroyed planet and stars alike in the wake of their battle before the deva of the ogres smashed the goblin deva into the outer reaches of space, locking him up there before blasting down the laws of poison and destruction. As a result, everything in that place broke apart with a terrifying poison spread around the area everywhere and space itself being destroyed down to the last particle.


    ¡°To the ancestor, it¡¯s either I survive here and retrain myself or I die the dog he thinks I am¡­¡± Kegmoz sighs as he arrives closer and closer to the broken space with his skin already slowly feeling the dread of poison that is present ahead.

 Chapter 7 - Heaven

    Mug¡¯drezor reaches the ends of the western part as he enters ¡°Heaven¡±.


    ¡°Time to give these damned gods a little surprise, shall we?¡± He sneers as he unleashes the full extent of his power, the might of an eight-level celestial core cultivator spreading all over Heaven as the angels and gods prepare for defence with over 100 archangels instantly surrounding Mug¡¯drezor.


    ¡°Now this is more of a welcoming party.¡± Mug¡¯drezor shows the full extent of a 10<sup>th</sup> stage celestial core cultivator as he pressures all the archangels to lower their heads before him.


    Rage appears in the eyes of the archangels as they fully try to resist the pressure but to no avail.


    ¡°Heh, weak as ever.¡± Mug¡¯drezor¡¯s face appears full of pride as it has been many years since he last went a little wild.


    Suddenly a terrifying aura surrounds Mug¡¯drezor, all of his pressure vanishing instantly as his face turns pale. ¡°That¡¯s about enough playing commander of Balgis¡¯s guard, there¡¯s only so much you can do around here in your position.¡± A voice echoes through space as a man full of youth with human features and bright white eyes that seem like they can look through anything appears in front of Mug¡¯drezor.


    Mug¡¯drezor barely manages to hold himself together as he lifts himself up ¡°K-kek, l-long-time n-no see, D-Dydes¡±


    The aura surrounding Mug¡¯drezor disperses as the archangels gather themselves behind the youth ¡°Although heaven is benevolent, a man with your cultivation shouldn¡¯t bully the young ones, you should be aware of this.¡± Dydes says as his eyes move towards the man Mug¡¯drezor is carrying ¡°Hmm, is your visit after these tens of thousands of years to bring a sinner over?¡±


    Mug¡¯drezor looks at Dydes with slight irritation ¡°You¡¯re over two million years older than me with a cultivation already in the lower part of the origin core yet speak to me off bullying the young? Hypocritic as ever.¡± He re-adjusts Murgal who is in his hand before raising him up for Dydes to look at him ¡°This is Murgal, descendant of his highness the emperor Balgis, I have come here on his orders to punish this lowly degenerate in the tunnel of disaster¡±


    Dydes¡¯s eyes widen up at the mention of the tunnel before measuring up the man Mug¡¯drezor is holding up in front of him ¡°There is almost no aura of sin around him yet Balgis wishes to punish him to such a degree? You demons really know no mercy.¡±Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    Mug¡¯drezor sneers ¡°Mind your own business, just lead me towards the cliff of hell so I can take the route down towards the tunnel¡±


    Dydes frowns and goes into thought ¡°Wait, you are coming with him? Are you insane? That place was created to punish even upper level origin core cultivators during the great war!¡±


    Mug¡¯drezor¡¯s eyes look full of pride as he looks at Dydes ¡°No matter, the emperor has decreed it, I will go wherever he tells me to. Even if it means dying with this disgusting waste of demon space¡±


    ¡°You demons and your weird obsessions towards your superiors will never cease to amaze me... Very well, I shall lead you towards the cliff¡± Dydes waves his hand around informing the archangels to take their positions back before turning around to lead Mug¡¯drezor to his destination.


    ¡°Many thanks, God of the eternal night¡±


    Dydes looks back ¡°It¡¯s been a long time since someone has used my title, do you address your devas such as Kor¡¯gon the reaper the same way?¡±


    Irritation comes back on Mug¡¯drezor¡¯s face at the mention of the deva in the western realm ¡°Hmpf, Kor¡¯gon blesses our war path, he does not need a title for any formalities.¡±


    ¡°Hmm, I see. You westerners are as uncivilized as ever.¡± Dydes turns back around as he breaks the light barrier directly flying pass several planets as Mug¡¯drezor tries to keep up with Murgal in hand. ¡°Do know once you¡¯re there you¡¯re on your own, Balgis¡¯s follower.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t need to tell me, just keep showing me the way.¡±


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    Two eagles in the sky fly over a beautiful mountain with waterfalls visible on every corner as a grand palace stands on top of the palace, made of wooden design with fairies flying all around making it seem like the home of nature itself.


    Dhynetyh looks at the guard with hatred as flying here on the eagle¡¯s back has used quite the amount of time ¡°These birds are rather slow, I would¡¯ve gotten here in an instant if I flew here myself.¡±


    Cold sweat flows out of the guards back as he notices the killing intent coming from behind him unsure what to do ¡°M-miss, w-we have arrived now, h-haven¡¯t we?¡±


    Dhynetyh sneers at the guard ¡°I am here as a quick side-stop, I have limited time as his highness the emperor of demons Balgis wants me to go to Elohim, will you take responsibility for delaying my travels when I¡¯m asked about this?¡±


    ¡°T-that¡­¡±


    ¡°Hmpf, just a mere colossal core cultivator, next time no matter what that old dog tells you just have me enter the palace myself!¡± Dhynetyh launches off the eagle as she instantly penetrates through the barrier protecting the elven castle, blasting herself straight into the main building.


    The guard looks at the actions of the dracaena as he flies down to save the eagle Dhynetyh launched off of ¡°I-I¡¯m, going to be in trouble for this¡­¡±


    Dhynetyh arrives in the throne room as if she owns the palace with Arkoluth in hand as she is immediately surrounded by twenty elven guards exerting a terrifying celestial core pressure on the dracaena as they poke their spears against her throat.


    Dhynetyh remains calm in front of the guards as she waves her hand ¡°Now, now, calm down I¡¯m here to see your king, not cause trouble. Put down your damned toothpicks¡±


    The guards ignore her words as they remain in the same position, not allowing Dhynetyh to move in the slightest ¡°You come barging into the palace like this, you should be glad we don¡¯t kill you on the spot.¡±


    A voice comes from deep inside the throne room as a pleasant feeling surrounds the guards and Dhynetyh ¡°It¡¯s fine, men. Lower your weapons and let the dracaena in. She is an old friend of mine.¡±


    The guards instantly lower their spears as they go back into formation ¡°Please, miss, follow us.¡±


    ¡°Thick-faced as always, you elves. Guiding me as if nothing happened¡± She shrugs as she moves her lower half around to follow the guards deeper inside the throne room.

 Chapter 8 - The northern middle realm

    Meanwhile, in the middle realm of the northern part, Kegmoz has reached the edge of the broken space.


    ¡°The poison aura is way too thick here¡­ How am I even supposed to get in¡­¡± Kegmoz looks at the pieces of broken space as he considers his options  ¡°If I ask Ror¡¯iron, I¡¯m sure he has something to deal with the poison¡­ I¡¯ll fly around the area until he gets here to look for entr¨¦e spots.¡±


    On the ogre planet Ror¡¯iron has entered the ¡°Palace¡± which can hardly be considered one by Ror¡¯iron¡¯s standards but he enters nonetheless.


    ¡°Esteemed guest, welcome to my humble home. Is there any specific reason for you coming to this lowly one¡¯s place?¡± The king sits on his knees in front of his own throne as Ror¡¯iron is currently sitting in it, not showing any sign of dissatisfaction.


    ¡°My reasoning for being here is of little concern to you, a mere garbage level cultivator.¡± Ror¡¯iron looks at the fat ogre king with disdain as he scans around the planet to get used to the environment. ¡°Tell me about the current situation in the middle realm¡±


    The ogre king starts sweating from his forehead, not even having the slightest clue what is going on. Beings from the Exalted realm are all so far above him he knows nothing of them ¡°Ah, yes yes, this lowly one is unworthy of asking your reasonings¡­ The current situation in the northern part is very simple¡­ We have formed a northern alliance with the lizard king and goblin lord to unify the north and have trade with the eastern and western parts respectively. There hasn¡¯t been a big fight here since the two devas fought one another.¡±


    Ror¡¯iron frowns as he looks at the fat ogre ¡°You are actually trading with the humans and dragons on the east? Are you mad? Their strength is far too much for just a tiny alliance to handle, you should shut them out!¡± Fear and anger appear on his face as he thinks of the east and these ogres trading with those people.


    Although Ror¡¯iron is in the middle realm and the east should be insignificant, his fear for the east is etched deep into his soul. Their control of the laws devastated many of his comrades when Balgis challenged the east in the grand tournament of the exalted confederation.


    An ominous feeling appears inside the fat ogre king as he isn¡¯t sure why the attitude of the person in front of him suddenly changed ¡°T-That is¡­ The humans possess many cultivation techniques and martial arts that aid us greatly¡­ Breaking that deal will only do us harm¡­¡±If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Ror¡¯iron looks at the king and slowly calms down ¡°A mere cultivator of the middle realm wouldn¡¯t know, but in the exalted realm their strength far surpasses all other races in the entire universe!¡±


    The fat ogre king shakes and looks at Ror¡¯iron in full surprise as he processes the words he just heard ¡°T-the humans¡­ h-haven¡¯t won a single tournament in the middle realm for the past fifty-thousand years¡­ H-How- would they form any threat to us¡­¡±


    ¡°Not a single win in such a long time¡­?¡± Ror¡¯iron thinks back to his time on the grand tournament where the humans and dragons in co-operation dominated everything taking first on fifty different laws ¡°Are the differences between the exalted realm and lower realms that big?¡± He makes a mental note to investigate the lower realms to find a pattern.


    The fat ogre king slowly looks up at Ror¡¯iron as he has been quiet for a while when he suddenly feels a piercing gaze gazing deep into his soul.


    ¡°What you just said, is that the truth?¡± Ror¡¯iron asks


    ¡°A-Ah¡­ Y-yes, yes¡­ The east is amongst the weakest in the middle realm and lower realm, only in the upper realm do they have some strength but those of the upper realm and above have never descended to the middle realm or below¡­. However, the other parts often get visitors from the higher realms, such as exalted sir¡­¡±


    ¡°I see. Go investigate everything about the east and give me a fully detailed report, I have other business to attend now.¡± Ror¡¯iron orders the fat ogre as he tears apart space itself to instantly move himself towards the broken parts of the north.


    ¡°O-of course, w-whatever exalted sir wants, this one will obtain¡± The fat ogre king speaks out, not knowing the person in front of him has already left.


    As he gets no response he realises that presence and terrifying aura left him a while ago as he raises his head noticing his throne empty. He lets out a loud sigh ¡°Guards! Go get me all the information you can get on the east!¡± He shouts out to the outside as he sits back in his throne, completely exhausted.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    We¡¯re here, Mug¡¯drezor. I hope you¡¯ve made proper preparations to go down else this will be the last time we see one another.¡± Dydes looks at the two with pity in his eyes, knowing he is likely to never see them again.


    ¡°Hmpf, nothing to worry about. As long as I, Mug¡¯drezor Yakug lives, I will not fall pray to some lowly play-room the devas of heaven made!¡± Mug¡¯drezor looks at the cliff, below it a dark black hole that looks like a tunnel that leads into nothing but pure darkness.


    Dydes sighs as he no longer says anything, standing aside as he looks down the tunnel.


    Mug¡¯drezor unleashes the full strength of his celestial core cultivation as the entire middle realm starts shaking. He turns into a giant, three-hundred tall red demon, as the space around him turns into an illusion of pure blood and war, slowly he stands on the edge of the cliff as he channels his true power to wake up Murgal.


    ¡°You¡¯ve slept long enough damned brat, time to have some fun in hell!¡±


    Murgal¡¯s veins nearly pop out as the strength Mug¡¯drezor infuses in him far exceeds what he is capable of receiving. His eyes pop wide open as he shouts in pain ¡°WHAT IS THIS?¡±


    Mug¡¯drezor releases Murgal as he throws him into the tunnel of disaster ¡°This is what his highness the emperor decreed for you, a disgrace to the glorious Thar¡¯aron bloodline!¡±


    Murgal, still completely confused, looks at his surroundings as he is sucked into the black hole below him. He slowly turns around, realising now what is to come. ¡°NOOOOO! MUG¡¯DREZOR YOU CRAZY BASTARD, YOU KNOW WHAT THIS PLACE IS AND STILL THREW ME IN?!¡±


    Mug¡¯drezor steps off the cliff as his giant body descends down into the black hole as well ¡°Naturally, since I¡¯m going in as well!¡±


    Dydes looks as the two get sucked into the tunnel of disaster ¡°So¡­ This is where the glorious commander of Balgis¡¯s million year old army will meet his end¡­ How regretful.¡± He turns around and heads back to his home, quickly forgetting about the two that went down.

 Chapter 9 - Promise

    Dhynetyh looks at the man in front of him, an old elf with pointy hairs, long pure white hair dressed in beautiful green ropes of elven design, his eyes still full of vigour, but his face makes him look like a well-aged man. ¡°Long time no see, Flardryn.¡±


    ¡°Indeed! Indeed! You promised you¡¯d come more often all these years ago yet when you ran into Balgis on the western front, you joined his armies and never came back!¡± The man, sitting on an ancient wooden chair which gives off a terrifying aura of nature, is Flardryn Erendriel. King of the elves in the southern exalted realm.


    ¡°I saw the opportunity to have fun and cause chaos and took it. His highness the emperor Balgis Thar¡¯aron has been very good to me all these years.


    ¡°Hmm. Hmm. A pity, a pity. Our neutral stance towards the other races has always prevailed yet I took an exception for you, who was so powerless all those years ago, and then you went and joined the most blood-thirsty army of the current era.¡± Flardryn looks at Dhynetyh with great pity in his eyes. To him, a dracaena from the east would rise to the top if they cultivated on their home planet in the east, yet she took the path west and only managed to become a celestial core cultivator. Someone like her would have no power or position in the east, especially since she joined the west, making Flardryn¡¯s plan to have an insider in the human¡¯s strong-hold Elohim fail.


    Dhynetyh thinks back to when she was still actively fighting with the western army ¡°The desire for domination is in my blood, I believed Balgis would unleash that which was hidden inside of me, and during all the wars and battles I fought, he definitely did.¡± A satisfied look appears on her face, confident her decision was right.


    ¡°Ah, child, satisfied with a mere memory that won¡¯t live on¡­¡± Flardryn over the years has gathered information about the single person he made an exception to and has always looked over her. ¡°But you didn¡¯t come here to reminisce about your life, did you?¡±


    The satisfied look disappears from Dhynetyh as she looks at Flardryn with a serious look ¡°Indeed, I came here to fulfil our promise from that day.¡±


    ¡°Hmm? The one where you would visit me from time to time?¡± Flardryn asks confused


    A soft smile appears on Dhynetyh¡¯s face ¡°No, the promise I made even before that¡­¡±


    Flardry raises his brows, thinking back to his promises with the young dracaena, unsure which she means.


    ¡°A few years after you took me in, I promised you I would give you part of my ancestral memories if I were to have ever fulfilled my wishes.¡±


    Flardryn narrows his eyes, thinking back to a time where Dhynetyh was only eight years old.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    Millions of years ago Flardryn set out to the lower realm to create life for the first time, twisting the laws and making nature descend. He made the entire universe tremble for 10 years at the creation of a new realm with the help of the elven deva, Selawin. In this time, he took all his youngest talents with him for them to experience true might and the birth of life itself.


    It was at this time where Treants came into life in the southern lower realm. However, after all these years they still couldn¡¯t cultivate, leaving them in the lower realm ever since.


    [Grandpa, Grandpa! You are so amazing! You can twist the laws itself and create nature itself!] Dhynetyh, standing next to Flardryn, looks amazed at the birth of a new planet with the new race slowly coming into place.


    [Haha, little Dhynetyh, once you become strong like grandpa you too will be capable of this, once your ancestral memories awaken you will rise like a true dragon and reign supreme like many of your race do.] Flardryn says


    [My ancestral memories? You have spoken often about them, grandpa! Do you wish to see them too?] The young Dhynetyh asks


    [Hmm¡­ the ancestral memories of a dracaena? That would surely be an intriguing sight!] Flardryn smiles, thinking it but a mere innocent thought from a little girl.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    ¡°Such a thing¡­ You still remember that? You needn¡¯t worry, child. Your grandpa has no need for such memories.¡± Flardryn looks at the dracaena he spent many years raising with kind eyes, rejecting her promise.


    ¡°That won¡¯t do! Even though all these years, I have chased strength and battle, I have no descendants nor a family name to leave behind! My current mission takes me to Elohim, I likely will not leave that place unharmed¡­ I want at least something of me to live on if the worst possible scenario unfolds!¡± Dhynetyh looks stubbornly at Flardryn


    Flardryn looks at the companion Dhynetyh brought as he puzzles things together ¡°You actually intend to bring the same of the Thar¡¯aron bloodline to Elohim for him to set his personality back in order and awaken the demonic blood inside of him? The humans will kill him on the first insult he makes, are you insane?!¡± Anger appears on Flardryn¡¯s face as he already desires to kill the demon that already looks dead on the floor


    Dhynetyh slightly shrinks back, as her domineering and powerful personality turns back into the little girl she once was before this king of the elven race ¡°That is beside the point! Anyway! I just want you to have me fulfil my promise, ok, grandpa? It is all I have¡­¡±


    A sigh comes from Flardryn, he closes his eyes and slowly reopens them as he looks at Dhynetyh ¡°You¡¯ve always been stubborn and refused to listen to me¡­ Since you¡¯re so set on your mission, very well. I will retrieve your ancestral memories and store them in the elven hall of memoire.¡±


    A childish smile appears on Dhynetyh¡¯s face ¡°Thank you, grandpa!¡±


    Flardryn¡¯s eyes turn serious as the elven king unleashes the full extent of his divine sense, surrounding the entire palace in his being, making him seem like a giant ethereal god whose eyes see over the entire planet as they slowly focus on Dhynetyh.


    Dhynetyh looks up, remembering the day she saw Flardryn create live in almost the exact same way before closing her eyes, opening her mind.


    Flardryn slowly enters Dhynetyh¡¯s mind as he invades her mental palace, unrevealing the hidden memories belonging to her ancestral line to him. He easily takes all of the memories and stores them inside a watery bowl before isolating it inside a formation and taking it inside his interspatial ring. Flardryn¡¯s divine sense disappears from the planet as if nothing happened.


    Dhynetyh collapses to the ground, the invasion of her mental palace having taking quite the toll on her she slowly looks back at Flardryn ¡°Thank you, grandpa.¡±


    A sigh escapes from Flardryn¡¯s mouth as he also saw most of the memories of the live the dracaena has lived. ¡°It¡¯s fine, will you be staying a few more days?¡±


    ¡°No, now that my promise is fulfilled I must quickly return to my mission and take this unfilial bastard to Elohim¡­¡± Dhynetyh stands back up and swings Arkoluth back over her shoulder as she turns around and leaves the throne room.


    Flardryn looks at Dhynetyh¡¯s leaving back as he loses himself in thought and slowly closes his eyes, allowing himself to understand all the memories he just obtained.


    Before Dhynetyh leaves the room, she slightly looks back at Flardryn with sad eyes before strengthening her will and launching herself in he air, heading straight for the teleportation formation to head for Elohim.

 Chapter 10 - Inside the tunnel

    Fluctuations appear inside the black hole named the tunnel of disaster as two beings have gone inside it, all around them there is nothing but darkness and nothing to be seen in any position. Not even a sense of time can be felt here.


    ¡°T-this¡­ W-what is this blackness¡­ Mug¡¯drezor¡­ you bastard¡­ if I get out of here I swear I will wipe out your entire family!¡± Murgal looks around, the darkness being so thick he knows Mug¡¯drezor went inside with him in his true form yet can¡¯t even see the slightest trace of the commander.


    A voice comes out beside Murgal ¡°Shut your damned mouth and start infusing your core with the strength of your element¡±


    The voice, naturally, is Mug¡¯drezor who is also speeding down the tunnel in utter darkness.


    ¡°D-Damnit M-Mug¡¯drezor¡­ Y-you crazy maniac! If you wanted to go in here, you should¡¯ve gone by yourself!¡± Murgal says in a panic as he scans his surroundings but still can¡¯t see anything but the darkness


    ¡°Hmpf, his highness the emperor decreed you to go in, you should feel lucky and appreciate the fact I even accompany you in this hellhole.¡±


    ¡°T-that¡­¡± Murgal holds his breath as his memories slowly organise again as he still feels himself falling more and more down with nothing but the darkness and Mug¡¯drezor¡¯s voice to keep him company.


    ¡°I¡¯m sure you¡¯re aware of the stories surrounding this place. And let me tell you, everything you¡¯ve heard is true. So, prepare your pathetic self as I have no intention of dying with you here.¡±


    Murgal remains silent as he thinks back of everything related to this place.


    The tunnel of disaster created by the gods to extract the souls of the living and dump them in this eternal tunnel with no end to be tortured until their souls die out. The souls have no freedom or a will, all they pocess is their natural instinct before they were extracted from their bodies.


    Most of the souls in this place belong to the human and dragon race from the east due to the war that took place all those years ago. Sometimes enormous levels of power explode out of the tunnel, reaching the realm of the living once more which has attacked heaven on several occasions. Nothing but bloodthirsty and vengeful souls remain in this place.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    And although it is said to have no end, for those whose souls were not extracted, they can reach the inferior realm belonging to the middle part of the realm. This is where the punished who managed to stay alive during their fall from the tunnel which can take hundreds or even thousands of years.


    In here, the true torture of the living begins, and even if you survive, you would wish you were dead every breath you take from then on.


    Murgal attempts to collect himself and tries to think of ways to get out of here but to no avail ¡°Y-you said I was lucky¡­ B-but even with you here¡­ W-we¡¯re definitely going to die¡­¡± With Murgal¡¯s weak will he barely mutters out these words


    ¡°I really can¡¯t comprehend how a glorious demon who instilled fear in the hearts of all that saw him can have a descendant like you, muttering and afraid of everything your guards can¡¯t protect you from¡± Mug¡¯drezor has all this time been right above Murgal, his strength is more than sufficient enough to see what is going on in the tunnel and can see Murgal shiver from head to toe as he has tried to search for anyone in his surroundings several times. ¡°You already know where you are and what is about to happen, how can you still not man up?!¡±


    ¡°E-easy for you to say¡­¡± Murgal gives up on trying to find anyone around him as he thinks back to his home, how he would be spoiled as much as he wanted there. Yet, now, a terrifying future awaits him.


    ¡°The beings in this tunnel are definitely terrifying, but I¡¯ve seen far worse. If you even had a shred of mentality his highness the emperor has, you¡¯d be seeing this as a challenge.¡±


    Murgal starts wailing around as his eyes turn furious ¡°A challenge?! This is nothing but a dead trap set for those that oppose heaven and those smelly gods, even if I make it out of here alive, my entire soul would have gone through excruciating pain!¡± He starts panting as his emotions are switching all over the place.


    ¡°Hmpf, it¡¯s indeed a place to punish those who opposed the rules of the elder gods but that doesn¡¯t mean there¡¯s no opportunity in this place for those who haven¡¯t sinned.¡± Mug¡¯drezor gets an urge to just punch the young prince to the walls of the tunnel to have him experience some fun with the souls preaching into the tunnel but refrains himself due to the low cultivation of Murgal. ¡°Instead of only thinking about worthless things, how about you try to gather your inner energy and cultivate whilst you fall.¡±


    ¡°W-wha? Cultivate?! At this moment? You¡¯ve truly gone insane, Mug¡¯drezor!¡± Murgal starts getting more and more furious as he gathers his strength and unleashes a powerful blow around him, blasting pieces of space away in an attempt to hit Mug¡¯drezor in a fit of rage.


    ¡°Do you honestly believe a mere ant as yourself is capable of harming me, even in the current situation? If I tell you to cultivate, just shut your damned mouth and do it instead of wasting it on provoking the souls around the tunnel into coming here!¡± Mug¡¯drezor reaches out with his giant hand and crushes the space Murgal is in


    ¡°ARGH¡± Murgal feels himself being shrinked by an enormous power above him as he once more tries to look around and see, yet still, only darkness.


    ¡°Now close your eyes, focus on your surroundings, shut your damned mouth and cultivate!¡± Mug¡¯drezor keeps the space around Murgal locked as he infuses his power into making him incapable of doing anything.


    ¡°Y-you¡­¡± Murgal looks at his surroundings in complete hatred before giving up, he¡¯s never been one to really show a fighting attitude despite his race and even now, he simply closes his eyes and cultivates as he¡¯s told in the face of a stronger power.


    ¡°Truly, how is someone like this of demon blood?¡± Mug¡¯drezor thinks as the two keep falling with Murgal now cultivating.

 Chapter 11 - Information

    Planet Thar¡¯aron


    In the palace Balgis has been focussing his aura on the surroundings of his planet as two of his guards request permission to enter the throne room.


    ¡°Hmm¡­ It¡¯s only been half a day yet there¡¯s already been movement?¡± Balgis thinks ¡°You two may enter.¡± He sends the two guards a mental message as he slowly opens his eyes.


    Two firm demons enter the throne room as they prostate before Balgis. ¡°Reporting, your highness, the organisations belonging to the necromancers has pulled away from Thar¡¯aron entirely and the higher-ups from the Hybrids have left as well. Currently only their lackeys are still scouring around gathering information.¡±


    ¡°Mm, I see. I noticed the departure of the celestials belonging to the necromancers but those sneaky bastards from the hybrids managed to get past me undetected?¡± Balgis uses his mental aura once more to scan the entire planet to scan in search of any trace left behind by the hybrids but can¡¯t seem to pin anything down. ¡°Get 10 of the guards to scout every single area used by the hybrids and find out how they left the planet without me knowing!¡± He orders his two guards as he closes his eyes once more.


    ¡°Yes, we will get to it right away, your highness! However, there is still one more thing¡­¡± One of the guard says


    A frown appears on Balgis¡¯s face as he opens his eyes once more and looks at the guard ¡°What is it?¡±


    ¡°The celestial from the capital¡¯s betting hall, the succubus Sharlea requests an audience.¡±


    ¡°Hm? One of those insignificant beings that managed to rise up to the exalted realm in the past two million years? What does she want?¡± Balgis looks uninterested as the succubus are just another variation from the hybrids that was created by one of the former rulers of the hybrids in the lower realms. [A race that rose up from the lower realms will never exceed their creator.] He thinks critically.


    ¡°She wishes to trade information, your highness.¡±


    ¡°Information? What can a lowly ant that runs some worthless money grubbing hall gather that would deem it worthy enough to tell me? Tell the lowly ant if she comes in here with worthless information she will never see the light of day again!¡± Fury appears on Balgis¡¯s head as this is a direct provocation to his status.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    The guards shrink back from their ruler¡¯s rage as they slowly nod ¡°I will inform her, I will send her in if she still desires to come.¡±


    Balgis waves his hand to shoo them off as he closes his eyes again ¡°Damned inferior born races and their desire for power, she was one of the main influences that led Murgal astray into betting, was she not? I¡¯ll teach her a lesson if she dares step in here.¡±


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    A few hours pass, and soft knocks can be heard on the doors of the throne room


    Balgis raises his head and opens his eyes, glaring at the doors ¡°Who dares disturb me?!¡± an enormously powerful blood-thirsty aura invades into the entire palace as he looks at the tiny being in front of his doors


    ¡°Y-your h-highness t-the emperor B-baligs¡­ Y-our g-guards s-should have i-informed y-you o-of m-my c-coming¡± A succubus who is completely flattened to the ground from the sheer amount of pressure coming from Balgis barely mutters out these words as she fears for her very life.


    Balgis retracts his aura as he looks at the succubus ¡°Ah, yes. There was something about an ant wanting an audience with me. I do believe you were told if your information was worthless I would make you regret the day you were born.¡± A sneer appears on his face ¡°Come in Skrela or whatever.¡±


    Sharlea gathers herself as she slowly infuses some power to heal her outside wounds from being pushed too hard against the floor before an alluring smile appears on her face again and she enters the throne room ¡°Thank you very much, your highness, for allowing this insignificant one into the glorious halls of Thar¡¯aron¡±


    Balgis looks uninterested at the succubus as he measures up her strength ¡°5<sup>th</sup> level of the celestial core¡­ not bad for an inferior race.¡± He thinks


    Sharlea reaches the steps to the throne as she prostates before it, with her head facing the floor and her eyes closed.


    ¡°Speak, what is it you want.¡± Balgis releases his dominating aura, only fit for one who rules supreme over an entire race, as he looks down on the succubus.


    ¡°Certainly, your highness. I came here in hopes of you helping my race in exchange for information related to the rulers of the Hybrids and their current co-operation with the northern deva of the lizards.¡± The succubus says


    Balgis slowly tilts his head as he processes what he just heard [The northern deva? This succubus must be making a fool of me, they would never involve themselves with the races, let stand a foreign one.] He looks back at Sharlea with a serious look ¡°To speak of such words, you had better provide extremely hard proof or let stand helping your race, I will erase it from existence!¡±


    Sharlea slowly becomes pale as she holds herself together ¡°Naturally, I have proof! Originally, I didn¡¯t desire to make this move as the youngest descendants of Thar¡¯aron were unworthy of their names, however, now that your highness has started making his move once again, I believe a bright future awaits and I¡¯m willing to do anything for your excellency to aid us!¡± Sharlea raises her head with completele determination in her eyes as she removes one of her eyes from her head and holds it up for Balgis to take, with blood flowing out of Sharlea¡¯s right eye socket.


    Balgis face starts twitching at the mention of his youngest three descendants as he lifts his fingers and instantly gets Sharlea¡¯s eye in his hand. He scans it with his mental energy as memories from the eye are revealed to him ¡°Hmm? You are actually capable of holding memories in your eye alone?¡±


    Sharlea lowers her head again without fixing her eye, blood staining the carpet in the throne room ¡°Indeed, in the exalted realm for the truly mighty existences to look into my memories they would require but a thought and I wouldn¡¯t even know how it happened. However, if I store it in something like my eye, they would never notice unless I reveal it to them!¡±


    Balgis lifts his hand and instantly heals Sharlea¡¯s eye, even giving her a new one as the old is still in his hand ¡°Quite a cunning succubus, interesting.¡± He says before fully focussing his aura on the memories in the eye


    ¡°To receive praise from your highness, I am unworthy.¡± The succubus says

 Chapter 12- The 51st guard

    ¡°Hmm¡­¡± Balgis eyes turn completely dark as he takes in all the memories ¡°ALL ROYAL GUARDS ARE TO COME HERE IMMEDIATELY!¡± A desire for war appears in Balgis¡¯s eyes as an enormous blood-thirsty aura surrounds the entire planet


    48 terrifying auras are released in the capital as they instantly appear in the throne room. They put their hands behind their back as they look at their ruler ¡°You have summoned us, your higness?¡± They ask in unison.


    Balgis looks at his guards ¡°Summon my armies.¡±


    The guards slightly frown as they start looking at each other before looking back to Balgis ¡°All of them, your higness?¡±


    Rage explodes from the throne as he forces all of his guards down to their knees ¡°IF I TELL YOU TO SUMMON MY ARMIES, YOU SUMMON MY DAMN ARMIES. LEAVE YOUR WORTHLESS QUESTIONS FOR LATER!¡± Balgis¡¯s eyes turn bloody-red as a terrifying mental pressure is unrestrainedly released from them.


    ¡°A-at o-once¡­ y-your h-highness¡± The 48 guards slowly crawl out of the throne room as they are incapable of even standing at the severe pressure coming from Balgis.


    ¡°Hmpf, worthless swines. Can¡¯t even follow a simple order.¡± Balgis calms down as he looks back down at the now completely shivering succubus below. ¡°This information, I have indeed received it. State how you desire for me to help your race, I shall give you my full ability in exchange for it.¡±


    Sharlea slowly raises her head, happiness appearing in her eyes as her body is still uncontrollably shivering, having slightly wet herself from Balgis¡¯s actions just now. ¡°T-thank you very much! Y-your highness!¡±


    ¡°Now, speak what it is you desire for me to do.¡±


    Sharlea looks nervously at the ground as she tries to word out what she wants Balgis to do. All this time she¡¯s been hording money to move her race away from the west into the more peaceful south or the more powerful east, so their race could live on peacefully.


    But in the west, they are treated as toys for the pleasure of males. Over the past 500 years she gathered information, cultivated like crazy and sought options to freedom. However, 10 years ago she came across the hybrid lord where she was forced to comply with his demands. To take over the west and create a grand alliance with the northern deva to strike the south and become the superpower in the universe, keeping the east at bay.


    This would lead to a massive war, and the east have always been close to the south, meaning billions would die. The hybrid lord wanted her to go to the east and seduce anyone and anything to have them delay their interference or not join the war at all.


    Sharlae carefully opens her mouth as she stops shivering, her will having solidified for the peace of her race ¡°I would¡­ like for the succubus to join under your highness¡¯s banner¡±


    Balgis freezes for a second before narrowing his eyes ¡°In the current circumstances, that would mean your kin are still joining this war. Is this not what you wanted to avoid?¡±


    ¡°Yes, it is. But for the succubi to truly hold a stronghold in such times, our blood will have to be spilled or we would never have true freedom. We would just hide under your highness¡¯s banner for all eternity.¡± Sharlae closes her eyes, as her decision has been made she would have to inform all her kin of the upcoming war and prepare for that which is to come.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!


    Balgis looks up at his pillars before moving his eyes to his ceiling. His twelve generals engraved in the pillars, and he himself painted on the ceiling together with them. ¡°Very well, with your cultivation you are barely qualified to join my royal guard, but I shall make an exception. You will lead your kin with the rest of the royal guard and stand with my peerless army.¡±


    Sharlae looks up to Balgis as tears flow down her face, she prostates once more ¡°Thank you very much, your highness. Words cannot describe the favour my kin owe you. My worth, in the coming war, I will prove to you in blood!¡±


    ¡°Rise, Sharlae. Henceforth you are my 51<sup>st </sup>royal guard. Since Ror¡¯iron isn¡¯t here, you will have to go to the information centre to truly obtain your title. After that, you will follow my every word and follow the rest of the guard! Now leave, I have important matters to attend to!¡±


    Sharlae stands up and bows again and leaves the throne room. ¡°That was easier than I thought¡­¡±


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.


    Inside the eastern realm, on planet Elohim


    A week has passed and a dracaena with a demon over her shoulder has entered the biggest and most powerful stronghold in the entire realm.


    Elohim was build by the combined powers of the thirteen strongest humans of different kinds of laws to pass down their legacy. The planet is divided in 14 sectors, each representing the control over a certain power with the 14<sup>th</sup> sector holding the royal family of the human race who governs over all to keep the stability amongst one another as the only reason humanity has united is due to the great war.


    The first sector, governed by the Long family, they are the only family with close ties with the dragon race and many of their martial arts and cultivation skills are linked with them.


    The second sector, governed by the Tatewari family, the laws of fire, heat and ignition. This is the most dangerous family in the entire eastern realm as their powers could wipe out the realm itself if they were to all use it together as a last resort in the case of another great war.


    The third sector, governed by the Condatis family, the laws of healing, water and formations being their foremost traits.


    The fourth sector, governed by the Tezcatlipoca family, the laws of wind, destruction and control being their foremost traits.


    The fifth sector, governed by the Annunaki. Nobody truly knows what their main traits are, every time a genius rises from this sector it is a completely different strength than the previous one. This family is shrouded in mystery and the only known fact about this family is that they have close ties with the long family.


    The sixth sector, governed by the Erotes family. They specialise in combining laws or even beings into one to strike with the ultimate power, this family works closely with all other families to strengthen humanity¡¯s forces even more.


    The seventh sector, governed by the Ying family. This family came to live during the great war as the powers from humanity started learning and mastering the strength of the heaven forces whom all used holy powers that the east did not possess. After all these years, they are one of the top 10 powers in the entire east now.


    The eight sector, Governed by the Yang family. Same as the Ying family, they gathered the power opposite of holy, the darkness. Once the humans started mastering heaven¡¯s powers, several experts found that there was another side to the Ying, the Yang. When this family came to rise, many of heaven¡¯s expert fell to how devastatingly powerful it was to use against them.


    The ninth sector, governed by the Laran family. This is a pure war sector as everything related to the military including strategy, training, formation forming comes together with militaristic supremacy being their final goal. This family and the entire sector lives and breathes for war, it is also the sector with the highest death rate as during training, anything goes.


    The tenth sector, governed by the Orishas family. They are masters of alchemy and the many type of formations. Their entire dedication lies into the advanced of pill making. Their main support is the royal family, as they sponsor the extreme amounts of wealth they require for their expertise.


    The eleventh sector, governed by the Dushara family. They are the masters of space, any law related to the construction or destruction of space is managed and created by this family. They are often uninterested in any matter in the realm outside of obtaining new ways to control the fast space they live in.


    The twelfth sector, governed by the Nerthus. This family rose to power through connections with the southern realm¡¯s elven race. They are masters of mother nature, often being able to master all elements and constructing live in the name of nature itself.


    The thirteenth sector, Governed by the Aion family. They are humanity¡¯s entire dedication to fighting their biggest enemy; time. Little is known about this family as besides their family name and the sector they rule, all other families protect them as if their lives depend on it. Nothing goes in, nothing goes out. Unlike the fifth sector where one can come in and out if they desire to, access to the thirteenth sector is strictly forbidden and any intruder would have his entire soul crushed.


    And finally, the last and smallest sector. The fourteenth sector, ruled by the royal family of all humanity with strength that can up to this day still uphold the other sectors, ensuring their rule remains unquestioned.

 Chapter 13 - Arrival on Elohim

    Dhynetyh channels her inner power as she places a hand on Arkoluth¡¯s forehead, forcing her strength inside the prince as she removes the paralyzing spell she placed on him.


    ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Arkoluth slowly opens his eyes as his body starts twitching all over, the inactivity of his body gives him an enormous headache. ¡°Where am I¡­¡±


    Dhynetyh looks at Arkoluth with cold eyes ¡°On Elohim.¡± She hasn¡¯t made any preparations now she¡¯s on Elohim yet other than that she has to visit the current ruler of the royal family on Balgis¡¯s orders.


    ¡°Wha¡­ Elohim?¡± Arkoluth spins his head around as he tries to stand up but instantly falling over again.


    Dhynetyh takes a pill out of her interspatial ring as she shoves it in Arkoluth¡¯s mouth ¡°Recover already, you¡¯re disgracing me in the presence of others.¡±


    Arkoluth swallows the pill as he sits up and feels the aura of the pill spread through his entire body when he suddenly feels an enormous pain coming from his lower half¡­ ¡°F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! I swear I will have revenge for this one day.¡± He thinks before slowly opening his eyes and scouting his surroundings.


    Around him humans are casually walking around in all kinds of length and skin colours. ¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve actually been in the east¡­ I wonder if there¡¯s any fine women I can play with¡± Arkoluth¡¯s sexual desire urges up again at the thought of ravaging women as it instantly disappears again when he thinks off the fact he will never be able to do the deed again. ¡°¡­¡±


    ¡°Are you done thinking about your degenerative behaviour? Now that you¡¯re finally awake I can stop carrying your worthless body around and you can go do whatever you want as long as you stay on the planet. Not like you have any capability of leaving anyway.¡± Dhynetyh gets ready to depart as she confirms the healing pill has done its job.


    ¡°Wait wait wait wait¡­ Aren¡¯t you supposed to stay guard me? Since the ancestor had me sent here I shouldn¡¯t be left alone!¡± Worry appears on Arkoluth¡¯s face, since, although he has absolute confidence in his status back home, in the east even his ancestor himself would have to lower his head in the face of the most powerful families on Elohim.


    ¡°Guard you? Has your brain left as well now that your lower half is gone? I only guard his highness, a mere descendent isn¡¯t worthy of me. I will check up on you every once in a while, to confirm you¡¯re still alive. But anything outside that has nothing to do with me.¡± Dhynetyh steps out and instantly vanishes before Arkoluth, giving him no chance to reply.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    ¡°This damned woman¡­¡± Arkoluth looks around as he tries to figure out where to go. ¡°The most powerful family outside the royal family is the Long family, currently led by Chao Long, some 2000-year-old geezer¡­ My best bet is staying away from this family and stick with the weaker ones to avoid conflict¡­ These guys are all killing machines that will only unify when outside forces invade.¡±


    Arkoluth thinks back to what he was thought for many years as a child, to ensure if he were to ever take over the throne he would never attack the east.


    The east is a very peculiar place, he whom has the strongest fist, rules supreme. Due to this, a unique system came into place in Elohim. The system of the guardians. The strongest of the thirteen sects would be named the supreme guardian, ruler over the entire military force humanity has. All those who cannot beat the supreme guardian, would be the guardian of their sector. They would be sub-leaders, reigning over their specific military force, making the grand army of humanity work in terrifying unison if they were to go to war.


    However, due to this, many fights break out and all the ones that sit on the top of the food chain in the east don¡¯t live long. There are some old crazy humans secluding themselves from the ways of Elohim, making them live on to be millions of years old. But, the ones on top are constantly challenged for their position until they are eventually killed in the battle for their position. Even blood-brothers would kill one another just to sit on top, such is the way of live in the east. This causes most supreme cultivators in the east to not live even close to half a million years old.


    On the other hand, you have the dragon race.


    The dragon race lives far away from Elohim, they will only show themselves if any of the other races dare invade the east again. Their kin can occasionally be found in human form travelling the many planets in the east but they¡¯ve never left the east outside of battle. They are prideful beings and although they don¡¯t dislike the humans, they don¡¯t like them either. As both came into being in the east at time memorial, they simply live together without bothering one another.


    ¡°Honestly, there¡¯s something wrong with these two races. Must be because they killed their devas that they lack certain values.¡± Arkoluth sighs as he tries to figure out where the hell on Elohim he is.


    He looks around and spots a restaurant on the side of the road and calmly walks towards it as he suddenly feels hundreds of eyes stare at him with terrifying killing intent.


    ¡°Brothers! Brothers! I am merely a visitor, why the sudden hostility?¡± Arkoluth spreads his arms wide to show he means no harm while speaking out loudly for everyone to hear.


    ¡°Hmpf, lowly demon, you should be glad we even allow you to talk instead of just killing you right now.¡± One of the spectators says


    ¡°Exactly, exactly! Damned demons have no place here.¡± Another one comments.


    ¡°I am but a humble demon, if you were to check you would see I do not even have a lower half! I truly desire nothing but to visit your wonderful culture!¡± Arkoluth tries his best to put on his nicest smiling face as he tries to calm down the people around him.


    ¡°A demon without a lower half¡­? Does that even still make you a demon?¡± The killing intent placed on Arkoluth vanishes as loud amount of laughter comes out from the people around him.


    [F*cking humans, at least show some sympathy¡­ This brother has lost his only identification to claim himself a man, you know?] Arkoluth curses inside as he remains all smiles ¡°I wish to enter this lovely restaurant to enjoy some of the eastern dishes, I¡¯m sure fellow brothers won¡¯t mind!¡±


    ¡°Hahaha, sure, sure, demon. Go and enjoy some food since it¡¯s the only thing you¡¯re left to enjoy!¡± The humans around him spread out as they keep laughing.


    Arkoluth slowly enters the restaurant as he sits down at a table [This is going to be pure hell¡­ If I even say a word of retaliation my head flies off¡­] he deeply sighs

 Chapter 14 - Strange waitress

    ¡°Dear customer, how may I help you!¡± An enthusiastic 20-year-old woman stands before Arkoluth with laughter visible in her eyes, clearly having heard what happened outside.


    Arkoluth looks at the girl with confusion in his eyes. ¡°Ah¡­ Yes, yes. I would like to have some of your best dishes!¡± He blurts out, still looking at the girl confused. She has short brown hair with bright blue eyes and a smooth facial structure, she looks like an upper-class girl that would head one of the noble houses yet she stands here serving in a restaurant. ¡°Are you the waitress here?¡± He asks.


    ¡°Oh? Do I not look like a waiter, dear customer?¡± A bright smile appears on the girl¡¯s face as she takes out a menu and hands it to Arkoluth ¡°I¡¯m not sure what dear customer is thinking, but I am indeed a waitress here!¡±


    Arkoluth takes the menu with blank eyes ¡°I see¡­ You look like you are someone from the noble houses, so I thought for sure you were joking for a second¡­¡±


    The waitress smiles as she looks over at the demon in front of her, sizing him up as some country bumpkin with an extremely low status ¡°This must be your first visit to Elohim, dear customer. You are in the long¡¯s family lightning territory, all girls here with my looks are just average compared to the guardian family!¡±


    Arkoluth nods ¡°I see, so I have arrived in the long family¡¯s territory¡­ Thank you for telling me, miss. May I ask what your name is?¡±


    ¡°Puny demon, you shouldn¡¯t try to eat a swan¡¯s meat with your mere status!¡± A robust voice comes from the back of the restaurant as a barbaric looking man full of scars comes over and stands in front of the waitress ¡°You should know your place and just order food and scram!¡±


    The girl looks at the robust eyes with kind eyes as she looks back at Arkoluth ¡°Dear customer, my name isn¡¯t for one with your status to know. Once you have made the decision for what food you¡¯d like to eat, you may call me!¡± The girl pulls the robust man¡¯s arm as she drags him off to avoid further conflict


    Arkoluth looks at the two [That robust old man feels like he¡¯s slightly below Dhynetyh¡¯s level¡­ Just what is this place? I¡¯ve learned everything there is about humans in my youth and know about the monstrous growth spurt they go through since birth but are even no-names this powerful?] He sighs before opening the menu and scanning through the contents [For now I¡¯ll just eat¡­ Nothing good will come from conversing in this place¡­]


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    In the northern¡¯s middle realm Ror¡¯iron has arrived next to Kegmoz who is deep in thought about the challenge ahead.


    [So, he¡¯s gone into silent cultivation to contemplate how to enter? Not bad.] Ror¡¯iron nods his head in approval as he looks at the pieces of broken space. [Truly a devastating event, one cannot imagine how powerful the devas are at this moment¡­ It is truly the only reason humanity doesn¡¯t leave their safe haven in the east where the devas don¡¯t dare come else during the great war humanity would¡¯ve conquered everything with the dragon race.] Ror¡¯iron extends his hand as he manipulates the pieces of space to come towards him and he starts observing it.


    [The strength of the goblin deva¡­ known for his terrifying control over the law of darkness and devouring, a cunning deva that has always hidden in the shadows was locked up in a mere middle realm¡­] Ror¡¯iron takes out a piece from the broken space as he still feels the terrifying powers of law inside, contemplating just what it would take to control the universe to this degree.


    [The devas of the north, south, west, and middle parts¡­. And the east without the devas but their terrifying stronghold that could kill the devas if they were to attack it¡­ During our ventures with his highness¡¯s army we never stepped out of bounds and only unified the west under our control to not cause the devas to unleash their wrath on us but the humans in the east have never even taken the steps to control the east¡­ All they control is their stronghold and a few minor planets, not daring to expand for some reason¡­ And the humans in the realms below the exalted realm are all pitifully weak? Just what happened during the great war¡­ They are currently the most terrifying beings in the entire universe but act like cowards hiding in their turtle shell¡­] Ror¡¯iron falls into deep thought as he forgets what¡¯s happening around him.


    Kegmoz suddenly seems enlightened and stands up shooting his eyes wide open as he notices Ror¡¯iron next to him ¡°Ah, I¡¯m sorry Ror¡¯iron, I didn¡¯t know you had already returned¡­¡± He sees the thoughtful look on Ror¡¯iron¡¯s face as no response comes from the demon.


    [I¡¯ve finally found a way in but Ror¡¯iron is still contemplating about something? Did I miss something? He¡¯s holding a piece of the broken space in his hands as well and is observing some of the laws¡­ maybe the poison is worse than I had assumed?] Worry appears on Kegmoz¡¯s face as he just found a way to surround his body in the aura of his blood to awaken the Thar¡¯aron¡¯s special power to avoid the poison to reach at least the outer areas of the pieces of broken space.


    Ror¡¯iron notices something around him has changed as he comes back to reality and he looks to Kegmoz who has slightly started panicking next to him. ¡°Have you finished the plan to enter?¡±


    Kegmoz looks up at Ror¡¯iron who seems to have completely turned back to normal ¡°Ah, yes. But you were in such deep thought I might have completely come to the wrong conclusion to enter¡­¡±


    Ror¡¯iron frowns as he sends the piece of space back ¡°What conclusion did you come to?¡±


    ¡°That is¡­ I could awaken the special power of Thar¡¯aron to unleash the law of conquest and suppress the other laws to enter since it¡¯s been a very long time since this battle took place and although the laws are still here they are greatly weakened whilst the law of conquest would come directly out of my blood¡­¡±


    ¡°Mm, a good conclusion. There isn¡¯t a problem with it, you can use it to enter, I¡¯ll be going with you using my own method so don¡¯t worry too much. If it becomes too much for you, we¡¯ll simply go back, and you can cultivate on what you¡¯ve learned.¡± Ror¡¯iron nods as he approves of Kegmoz¡¯s idea, although it won¡¯t get him in very deep, it will get him to feel the true power of the laws that lay dormant inside, so he can get used to his surroundings.


    Kegmoz¡¯s eyes light up as he considers this praise from Ror¡¯iron, finding a way inside this is far beyond what event he strongest being in this middle realm could even come close to. ¡°Great! Great! Let¡¯s try it right away, I wish to truly feel the might of the two northern devas!¡±

 Chapter 15 - The Thararon bloodline

    Kegmoz steps forward as he ignites the blood inside of him, a terrifying demonic pressure being unleashed from him instantly. His eyes turn bright red as his skin becomes darker and darker with his horns slowly giving off the presence that the demon of death has arrived.


    Kegmoz looks up and lets out a loud demonic roar as the entire middle realm starts shaking from the overwhelming pressure both his cultivation and inheritance give off.


    Ror¡¯iron looks calmly at Kegmoz¡¯s action [Not bad, although his cultivation is very far off from his highness, his bloodline is definitely pure and worthy of the Thar¡¯aron name.]


    Kegmoz slowly calms down as he looks at the pieces off broken space in front of him ¡°Puny broken pieces of nothingness, make way for this king!¡± An imperial pressure descends upon the laws within the broken pieces of space as they slowly start making way for Kegmoz, however, only slightly so.


    ¡°I can at most take 10 steps inside with this¡­¡± Kegmoz looks dejected as he has already unleashed everything he has.


    ¡°Mm, not bad for a start. You mustn¡¯t forget that with your cultivation level your control over your bloodline is miniscule.¡± Ror¡¯iron starts walking ahead nonchalantly as if the surroundings around here mean very little to him.


    Kegmoz quickly moves after him and steps inside the pieces of broken space as he feels the terrifying law of poison descend upon him, pressuring him down and invading his blood. ¡°Argh!¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t move with haste, take your time advancing. Like this, you will only harm yourself.¡± Ror¡¯iron takes 20 steps inside the pieces of broken space as he starts unleashing his domain, the domain of war.


    With all of Ror¡¯iron¡¯s experiences under Balgis¡¯s banner his greatest achievement is the war domain. A domain that summons the memories of all the fallen soldiers under him as they marched forward to unite the west.


    Kegmoz slowly stabilizes himself as he looks at Ror¡¯iron before feeling himself surrounded by hundreds of thousands of demonic soldiers with a terrifying killing intent aimed all around them. [So this is a domain¡­ Thankfully Ror¡¯iron isn¡¯t using it offensively or I would¡¯ve died just under the pressure of it¡­] He slowly sits down as he starts feeling the laws around him and purifying his body from the law of poison that had just entered.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    The bloodline of Thar¡¯aron first appeared in the western part during the Traglunoth era. Back in this era, this bloodline was pitifully weak as a new rising power amongst the demons and back then the demons themselves weren¡¯t that strong, their appearance barbaric and their personalities vile and crude. Some characteristics from that time still exist but during Balgis¡¯s era, the bloodline was perfected through the aid of the demonic deva, Kor¡¯gon, to unify all demons under his orders.


    The bloodline upon usage would explode the blood cells in the person¡¯s body and unleash the full potential of the demonic laws, infusing the meridians with a terrifying power, making them triple in size and unleash the full might of a demon. The ancient bloodline would severely harm the person during Balgis¡¯s first uses, but through many thousands of years of perfecting the bloodline, Balgis got rid of all the side-effects, turning his bloodline into a true powerhouse bloodline that could be used without consequence and it would start the rise of Thar¡¯aron family. It was at this moment where Balgis got his first wives and started to build up his family as he gathered soldiers to fight the entire west with Kor¡¯gon watching behind the side-lines.


    Kegmoz¡¯s bloodline is still only half-awakened due to long neglect and insufficient cultivation, one would need to be at least at the celestial core to show the true imperial might that is the Thar¡¯aron bloodline where one¡¯s mind would be invaded by sheer bloodthirst once one would encounter someone from the Thar¡¯aron¡¯s direct descendants.


    Kegmoz feels the changes in his body as he has unleashed his bloodline to his maximum extent, feeling quite comfortable as his entire body gets completely purified from the previous invasion from the pieces of broken space. [It¡¯s been a long time since I used my Thar¡¯aron bloodline¡­ It¡¯s no wonder the ancestor is so disappointed in all of us with how hard he worked for what we have now¡­] He opens his eyes as he looks at Ror¡¯iron in front of him who is still casually sitting not affected by the surrounding laws in the slightest.


    Ror¡¯iron turns around and looks at Kegmoz with a calm look on his face ¡°How does it feel to use your bloodline after all these years?¡±


    Kegmoz thinks, unsure what he really feels ¡°It¡¯s been decades since I last used it¡­ But the feeling it gives off is as if it was only yesterday.¡±


    Ror¡¯iron nods his head ¡°This is what his highness spent thousands of years perfecting, even if you have been ungrateful to his highness¡¯s accomplishments, the bloodline will never betray its user unless it¡¯s an outsider.¡±


    Kegmoz¡¯s head gets dizzy as a powerful surge of emotions come out from his bloodline into his mind and stands up as his horns start glowing fiery red and a terrifying demonic aura spreads out from him, pushing the pieces of broken space aside ¡°Only we, the Thar¡¯aron, are supreme in the west!¡± Arrogance, confidence and pride explode in Kegmoz¡¯s mind as he looks at Ror¡¯iron as if he¡¯s looking at an ant ¡°All will kneel before it!¡±


    Ror¡¯iron shrugs and turns around, not caring in the slightest about Kegmoz¡¯s comments.


    Kegmoz gets his sanity back as he starts rubbing his head with his hand ¡°Having the bloodline awaken truly feels as if ancestor himself is with us¡­¡±


    ¡°Naturally, you are one of his descendants, even if he isn¡¯t here he will watch over you through the book he spent hundreds of years creating to observe every living member of the Thar¡¯aron member, even ones born without our knowledge from a concubine or other lowly whore.¡± Ror¡¯iron spreads his domain out even further and launches himself inside the pieces of broken space, instantly reaching 500 kilometres inside.


    ¡°Ah¡­¡± Kegmoz looks at Ror¡¯iron leaving him in the dust as he looks around him and sits down once more, not yet confident he can go in deeper.


    [I must have patience¡­ Else this really will be the place I die¡­] He shakes his head as he infuses his bloodline into his core and starts cultivating.

 Chapter 16 - Advancement

    ¡°Smelly Mug¡¯drezor, filthy Mug¡¯drezor, A**hole Mug¡¯drezor¡± Inside the darkness curses can be heard as a demon sits there cultivating with an irritated look on his face.


    That man is naturally Murgal. It¡¯s been 2 months since he was pushed into the tunnel of disaster by Mug¡¯drezor on his ancestor¡¯s orders.


    ¡°I know you can hear me old man! You just wait¡­ one day I will throw you in some swamp in the lower realms and have you stink so badly the entire west would avoid you whilst pinching their noses¡± Murgal curses out once more as these months have been nothing but pure mental torture, he has even stopped feeling that he is falling down, and it makes his entire body and soul believe he isn¡¯t even moving anymore in the pitch blackness.


    Mug¡¯drezor looks at Murgal with irritation on his face as he observes his cultivation, to reach the upper stages of the colossal core at the age of 105 means very little in the western realm, compared to the eastern realm he would be considered the trash of trash, not even worthy of polishing their shoes. [This kid has truly wasted his time all these years, with all the elixirs, pills, and potions he was given since birth to not even touch on the first essential requirements of the celestial core despite all that¡­ Heh, my great-great-grand daughter would slaughter him like a headless chicken and she¡¯s only 38 years old!] Mug¡¯drezor grins as he looks around.


    He too has slowly stopped feeling that he is descending down the tunnel but still notices the passing of souls every now and then, so far they have been left alone without any danger. However, once time goes on, the more powerful and more aggressive souls will appear, and they will definitely strike them on sight.


    ¡°Murgal, you had best start getting ready. Soon, we will have to start fighting our way down, with your resources I¡¯m sure you can last several years.¡± Mug¡¯drezor warns


    Murgal tenses up when he hears Mug¡¯drezor¡¯s voice but soon turns solemn as the true trial will soon begin. ¡°I know¡­ I still have all off my possessions in my interspatial ring as I¡¯ve never trust anyone with them.¡±


    ¡°Good.¡± The dark space turns quiet once more as the two keep descending in the tunnel.


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    Meanwhile, in the throne room of planet Thar¡¯aron


    ¡°Your highness, all the armies have been gathered. It¡¯s taken quite a while, but everyone is now fully battle ready. The only missing ones are the three royal guards your highness has send out.¡± The 48 royal guards stand in the throne room as one gives Balgis the report.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    ¡°Mm, very well. How about the information department on Sharlae and all the succubi in the exalted realm?¡±


    Another guard pops stands up, this information usually being Ror¡¯iron¡¯s department but with his absence another has taken the position temporarily. ¡°We¡¯ve done non-stop investigation the past two months on the succubi and there seems to be no issue other than Sharlae herself, she¡¯s still hiding something and suspect it might be related to the northern deva.¡±


    Balgis looks at the guard before closing his eyes in thought [She must have some suspicions on me immediately putting her in a position close to me, but by doing this she will be incapable of hiding with the royal mark on her.] He opens his eyes once more ¡°Good. As of now Sharlae will be a new member of the royal guards, she is currently still in her old position in that pathetic betting hall. Have her permanently stationed inside the castle and disallow her access to everything, she will be guarding my door at all times. Failure in doing so will lead to direct punishment.¡±


    The royal guards kneel once more ¡°As you command, I shall pass the orders on¡±


    ¡°Very well, you are all dismissed. Begin training with the armies as soon as possible, I want them ready to face even the east within a year!¡± Balgis stands up and leaves the throne room for the first time in a very, very long time.


    The guards all stand up and vanish from the throne room, leaving it empty as they all start executing Balgis¡¯s order.


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    On Elohim, Arkoluth has been sticking around the restaurant and town he first arrived at for two months, unsure what to truly do he¡¯s been sitting out his time hoping for any luck.


    A dracaena appears in the sky above the city, which is inside the long family¡¯s territory. [I wonder what this bastard has been up to.]


    The city¡¯s name is Lagoonreach, a city next to the border of the Condatis¡¯s territory, a lake connecting the two. It¡¯s both of beautiful ancient eastern and ancient western design, unifying the two territories into one city.


    In the middle of the town is a giant fountain with a dragon statue on top with bright pure water coming out of it, it being so pure you can barely see the water coming out, only sound confirming that it actually does. It¡¯s one of the biggest city in the Long family¡¯s territory and an important one as well due to it having both people from the Long¡¯s sector and Condatis¡¯s sector.


    The dracaena is naturally Dhynetyh. She has followed Balgis¡¯s order and been to the royal family and delivered his gift. She¡¯s been researching the situation around Elohim, attempting to obtain any necessary information to ensure she can stay here for an extended amount of time, completely ignoring Arkoluth not caring whether he lives or dies.


    [It¡¯s amazing enough he¡¯s still alive with his attitude.] She lands in the town centre and scans around in search of Arkoluth¡¯s presence. [Hmm? He¡¯s in one of the restaurants? Probably wolfing down some food.]


    She starts directly walking towards the restaurant as bystanders make way for her, detecting her celestial core cultivation relatively easy as strength means everything on Elohim and she, a dracaena, is technically a member of the east. With her gorgeous looks and demonic armour many men are curiously looking at her but not approaching her out of respect for her cultivation and not wanting to die since anyone strong enough has a license to kill.


    She gets in front of the restaurant and opens the door as a bell rings.


    ¡°Welcome, customer!¡± A demon wearing waiter clothes welcomes Dynetyh in.


    Dhynetyh freezes as she looks at the demon, clearly recognizing Arkoluth in the clothes as her face starts twitching and a terrifying killing aura spreads through the entire city ¡°What in Balgis¡¯s name are you doing?!" Dhynetyh erupts in complete and utter rage, a direct descendent of the Thar¡¯aron family has lowered himself to working in a mere restaurant as a puny waiter, by far crossing Dhynetyh¡¯s bottom line.


    Arkoluth freezes up as she notices Dhynetyh¡¯s arrival and doesn¡¯t dare to move an inch.


    A robust man panicky runs to the front of the restaurant as he looks at the enraged dracaena who is looking at his new waiter ¡°Dear customer, please, cease your anger! I know demons are an unworthy bunch, but he is merely working in a restaurant, so he cannot do much!¡±