Chapter 513-Metal Emperor

Chapter 513

Even after the death of the guy who defeated him, his reputation still resounded everywhere, and even the demon lords talked about him.

That guy killed a lot of creatures from different races who tried to chase and kill him.

He became a slaughtering machine, and his rampage could only be stopped by the stronger Gods or an upper demon.

He even managed to slay geniuses and older generations from the Beast Alliance, which comprises top clans like the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan.

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The Metal Empire's emperor looked gloomy because his son had not returned after visiting the Lightning Empire.

He looked at his son's life crystal, which was already broken, and he knew that his son might have died.

"Arghh, useless protectors. How did my son die when I left him with so many life-saving means? And those shadow guards I left with him, how come they also died there? Muller is already on his deathbed, and no one can stop them if they demonize themselves," the emperor shouted in anger.

Suddenly, a manic laughter erupted from the depths of his despair, echoing through the halls of the palace.

His laughter was wild, unhinged, a stark contrast to the sorrow that had consumed him just moments before.

The maids and attendants within the palace exchanged fearful glances, unsure of what to make of their ruler's sudden shift in demeanor.

The Emperor's laughter grew louder and more deranged with each passing moment, his eyes gleaming with madness as he rocked back and forth upon his throne.

The maids trembled as they approached him, their hands shaking as they attempted to offer comfort in the face of his apparent breakdown.

But their attempts only seemed to further agitate the Emperor, who waved them away with a dismissive gesture, his laughter continuing to fill the room.

The people in the palace exchanged worried whispers, casting fearful glances at their ruler, uncertain of what had possessed him to laugh in the midst of such tragedy.

As the echoes of his laughter faded into the silence of the palace, a chilling sense of unease settled over those present.

Wrath energy erupted from his body, but suddenly, he restrained himself and appeared to be normal again, as if nothing had happened.

He could only laugh to express his grief and anger for a while because he couldn't show too much hatred, or else, all his hard work would be in vain.

Seated on his throne, the emperor watched the women dancing in front of him, seeming to relax for a moment.

His son's death had made him angry, but he returned to seeming indifferent as if he didn't care about his son's death.

He loved his son, but after accepting the power of the demon, he lost his sense of familial love and only thought of things that might benefit him.

He was undergoing a trial, so he couldn't show too much anger, or else he would fail to become a Demon Lord Candidate.

Natural demons born into their lineage, inherit their parent's powers and can control them perfectly without restraint, unlike those from other races aspiring to become demons.

To become a full-fledged demon, one must undergo a trial where one suppresses their emotions based on the lineage they desire.

He has been undergoing the process of becoming a wrath demon for almost thousands of years, and he still needs to persist until he achieves 100 percent control of his wrath.

Of course, the trial has a time limit set by Irethane, and it will end when Irethane decides to return to the Abyss.

"Oh, how ruthless of you to remain seated after learning of the death of your beloved son. His soul must have entered the underworld and been tortured for his bad deeds, hahaha," a voice mocked.

Suddenly, black energy appeared in front of him, stunning the Emperor, who then commanded everyone to leave the hall. The maids bowed respectfully and exited.

Swoosh!

The air turned thick with tension as a dark, ominous figure entered. Dressed in black, the demon moved with purpose, his gaze cutting through the shadows and sending shivers down spines.

His imposing stature dominated the room, casting a chilling aura that seemed to dim the torchlight. The flickering flames danced nervously, as if afraid of his presence. Each step echoed ominously, a harbinger of trouble to come.

Seated upon his throne, the Metal Emperor felt the weight of the demon's stare.

Despite his regal poise, a bead of sweat formed on his brow as he faced the piercing gaze.

The room suddenly felt small in comparison to the demon's overwhelming presence, leaving the Emperor feeling small and insignificant.

His body radiated demonic energy, and even the emperor could feel his soul being sucked just by looking at him.

This demon was one of the trusted subordinates of the Demon Lord he was serving.

Arch Demon-Ludievert, once a genius of a human clan, fell prey to the deceptions of demons.

Now, he serves Irethane faithfully, ranking among the formidable Archangel subordinates.

Arrogant to the core, he reserves his respect solely for Irethane, regarding others as nothing more than insignificant ants.

"The lord told me to inform you that the barrier of the Lightning Empire is deactivated, and a large force is heading towards your Empire," the demon began.

"The one leading is the Emperor of the Lightning Empire. He was dissatisfied because you told us that he is weak and on his deathbed, but he seems to be healthy. The Lord said that if you fail to kill the Emperor of the Lightning Empire, he will kill you personally."

''Lord Irethane said that he will give you only 5 years, and if you fail to fulfill his mission of killing all the human emperors, he will revoke your candidacy for becoming a demon lord."

The Emperor was stunned, but he smirked and responded, "Finally, the cowards have the guts to leave their den. Don't worry, I will take the head of that bastard Muller. My son is useless, and his death is inevitable, but I will take revenge for him. I don't know how Muller escaped the verge of death, but with my current strength, I am the strongest human in the Desolate Plane."