The Beginning

Chen Deng did not care about his image. As long as he was still himself, there was no problem at all.

Chen Deng frowned and pulled out Demon King Saar's consciousness and soul. This was a part of his soul that carried his independent will.

"I'm sorry, Saar. I'll keep your memories, but your consciousness must be destroyed."

The array in Chen Deng's hand kept flashing. Beams of holy light appeared between his eyebrows, constantly wearing down Demon King Saar's consciousness.

"Damn it, you can't do this. Sooner or later, you'll be despised by the Demon King Army. Sooner or later, you'll be discovered. You'll be destroyed by the Demon King Army, and I'll be revived."

Chen Deng scoffed at his words. Even his soul and consciousness had been destroyed. Even if he was resurrected, he would only be a new body of Demon King Saar.

At that time, he would only be able to destroy one of them and revive the others.

"You will never recover, because I will not give you any chance!"

This guy was so stupid to think that he could survive.

He completely obliterated his consciousness.

Only then did Chen Deng throw the soul with the Demon King's memories and the refined iron into the demonic sword mold.

Seeing that it was about time, Chen Deng took out the Philosopher's Stone and threw it in.

After a long cooldown, an incomparably terrifying heavy sword appeared.

Chen Deng ignored the scorching heat and directly poured it into the pool beside him.

Soon, the entire pool began to boil.

The demonic sword in front of him absorbed all the water in the pool in the blink of an eye.

Chen Deng nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad."

He took out the heavy sword and placed it on a stone platform.

Immediately after, there was the sound of forging.

After another day of hammering, the demonic sword was finally forged.

Chen Deng tried to pull out the heavy sword.

With his strength, he could easily pull the sword.

Previously, Demon King Saar was too embarrassed to get a good weapon.

He always relied on his almost undying body, his indelible soul, and his almost invincible power.

Actually, he was a fool. Was it not good to be invincible? Why did he have to compete with others?

Holding the brand new demonic sword in his hand, Chen Deng gently waved it in a direction.

Soon, the blacksmith shop he was in was split into two.

A terrifying sword intent mark appeared in the air, and even the clouds seemed to be split apart.

Soon, a large number of city guards surrounded the blacksmith shop where Chen Deng was.

An Archbishop appeared.

"Demon King, you're actually hiding in Snowfield City?"

"It's really dark under the lamp. I sent a large number of soldiers to Heavenly Mountain. I didn't expect you to be in the human race's Snowfield City."

Chen Deng laughed out loud, "With the trash you found, they wouldn't be able to recognize me even if I stood in front of them!"

"Die."

Chen Deng brandished his demonic sword, and all the city guards of Snowfield City were sent flying.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for your filthy blood, which isn't worthy of sacrificing to my demonic sword, you would all have died."

At this moment, the Demon Sword needed to drink the blood of an expert to stimulate its terrifying demonic nature.

But now, Chen Deng was not ready to choose anyone.

In the end, the Archbishop was still a little lacking. He really did not fancy him.

At this moment, Serena rushed over.

"Demon King, my Lord, there's news from the Magical Beast Forest. Traces of a giant dragon have been found in the depths of the Magical Beast Forest. It's a Fire Dragon, hidden in a volcano."

Chen Deng's eyes instantly lit up, "The heavens are on my side. I'll start with him."

Fire Dragons were also known as Fire-Attribute Giant Dragons, and they were almost a powerful dragon race in legends.

Dragons were legendary existences that even the Demon King had never seen before.

Now that he had found it, even the heavens were helping him.

Chen Deng carried Serena and headed toward the Magical Beast Forest. The Archbishop's expression changed, and he wanted to stop Chen Deng.

However, he was glared at to step back by his cold gaze.

The Archbishop gulped. Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the Infernal King, he did not dare to make any movements.

The city guards in the city had long since fallen to the ground, their legs and bodies weak.

It was not until the Demon King gradually disappeared from Snowfield City that they managed to get up with difficulty.

Countless people looked in that direction in horror, "Is this the might of the Demon King? It really makes one feel despair."

Soon, Chen Deng found Bandra and the others.

"Your Majesty Demon King, have you finished forging your demonic sword?"

Bandra looked excitedly at the sword in Chen Deng's hand.

There was a hint of eagerness in his eyes. Clearly, he wanted to touch the demonic sword.

Chen Deng glanced at him and casually threw it over.

Bandra extended his hands to receive it respectfully.

"Bang!"

Bandra looked up at the sky as blood kept flowing out of his mouth. The demonic sword was pressing heavily on his chest. At this moment, his arms had long been dislocated.

What had just happened? He couldn't even take this sword.

Even right now, it was impossible for him to move.

What was this? He was the commander of the Demon King's Army, but he couldn't even hold a demonic sword from His Majesty. Was this a treasure forged from countless weapons?

It was really too terrifying, so terrifying that it made his heart turn cold.

Chen Deng retracted the demonic sword back into his hand and carried it on his back.

Without divine power and strength, no one could hold this Sick Demon Sword.

Perhaps if the Dwarf King Thorin was still alive, he would have a chance to pick it up.

The premise was that Thorin had used his power to the maximum and Chen Deng was not there.

"I heard that there are traces of fire dragons in the depths of the Magical Beast Forest. Bring me there. My demonic sword has yet to drink blood after it was born. The first soul to die under this sword must be an expert."

Bandra struggled to get up and knelt on one knee respectfully, "Your Majesty, that is a dragon with a trace of dragon bloodline. It hasn't completely evolved into a dragon and is only a demigod with level 20 power."

Chen Deng nodded in satisfaction. Although he was not a true demigod, an evolved Fire Dragon with level 20 power was still a very powerful existence.

"Let's go."

Following the direction of Chen Deng's demonic sword, they quickly headed deeper into the Magical Beast Forest.

...

In the Holy Church, the Holy Pope, listened to the report of the Archbishop.

He frowned.

"The Demon King forged a demonic sword. Is it actually so powerful?"

"You're really stupid. Since he wants to drink the blood of an expert, we can't let him have his way. We have to stop him even if we have to risk our lives!"

"If he really finds a powerful life form and refines the demon sword, who in the world can control this Demon king?"

The Holy Pope was furious. Were all the cardinals and archbishops under him idiots? Usually, they would shout and offer sacrifices to the Lord, but at critical times, they would pull their hips more than one another.

The Archbishop lowered his head, not daring to speak.