Chapter 523-Fooling a demon lord

Chapter 523

Dave was stunned by the smug expression of Irethane, as if his guess was entirely correct. He hadn't expected the so-called demon lord, feared by others, to have such a vivid imagination.

'This demon lord might have some mind problems,' Dave thought.

Smiling, Dave realized he could use this chance to fool the demon in front of him. He wasn't confident enough to face Irethane with just his clone, but if his real body were here, he could fight him head-on without fear.

Right now, his goal was to restrain the demon lord from interfering with his main body. The demon lord's mistaken assumption gave him a brilliant idea.

He smirked before replying, "How did you know my identity?"

<<Demonic Transformation>>

Dave's voice changed, and his demonic energy erupted as his body suddenly enlarged to 3 meters.

His body became covered in red armor, with two long red horns appearing on his forehead.

Ten wings sprouted from his back, his eyes turned red, and his hair also changed to a fiery red.

He had transformed into the image of the ranked 1 demon lord of wrath, a form he had seen in the memories of Gabriella.

His figure was intimidating, and his bloodline was so pure and thick that it caused Irethane to believe him easily.

Only demons of a higher rank could suppress his bloodline effortlessly, and from the demonic aura Dave was releasing, Irethane could feel his immense power.

"Why are you not kneeling?" Dave demanded.

Boom!

As the tornado of wrathful energy erupted, it alerted everyone, and all the demons were forcefully suppressed to kneel.

They couldn't help but feel fear towards Dave, whose body and bloodline were so pure that they felt compelled to worship him.

Even Irethane, an arrogant demon, knelt on the ground.

He knew how strong the ranked 1 demon was, and offending him could result in being killed and devoured.

Surrendering and remaining lowkey seemed the wisest choice, allowing him to rise up in the future and seek revenge on those who looked down on him.

He wasn't foolish enough to offend someone ranked higher than him, especially knowing the demon king's specific command not to harm him.

"Forgive me, senior, for offending you. Please forgive me," Irethane pleaded, sweating heavily.

As he spoke, the energy dissipated, and he looked at Dave, who had returned to his chair, though not in his original spot. Dave's arrogance convinced Irethane of his superiority.

"At least you know your place," Dave remarked, smiling.

He ordered Irethane to rise and take Dave's previous seat, and everything seemed to revert to normal.

....

Dave retained his demonic transformation as he sat on the throne, with numerous beautiful demons serving him.

Irethane had offered many treasures to appease Dave, who accepted them happily but acted indifferent to such mere treasures.

Dave continued to exude his pure demonic bloodline, maintaining an aura of dominance.

Irethane, on the other hand, was unable to fully use his powers due to the world's restrictions.

His original body was a True God powerhouse at the peak of Celestial Immortal.

Even the weakest God or Demon Lord held the Celestial Immortal True God level of power.

In this restricted state, Irethane could only use the power of a Low-God, which was twice as powerful as Dave's original body cultivation.

However, Dave's strength matched this because he had surpassed the limit of 50 soul flowers, having comprehended an astonishing 100 soul flowers.

While a Low-God could not kill him, Dave knew he might suffer injuries if he was careless.

His pure bloodline and his control of primordial sin gave him enough confidence to face the demon lord in front of him.

Dave had many trump cards. He also possessed a mysterious energy within his body, acquired when he killed the former God of Darkness, Azael.

This energy lay dormant inside him, and he sensed he could harness it once he broke through to Celestial Immortal.

After all, it was the accumulation of the God of Darkness, surpassing the Celestial Immortal level.

In this plane, Irethane could potentially use his full powers, but doing so might alert a higher-level being who guarded this plane, risking the failure of his mission.

This gave Dave confidence that Irethane would refrain from unleashing his full strength.

If necessary, Irethane could always escape, avoiding the risk of alerting the plane's guardian.

.....

"What does Your Excellency need for you to appear here?" Irethane asked respectfully, unable to look directly into Dave's eyes out of fear of offending him.

Dave smiled. Initially, he wanted to trick this guy and turn him into his slave, but knowing it was not easy to fool a demon lord, especially the 1st ranked demon lord, who must be too arrogant to entertain such schemes, he refrained.

"Nothing. I was just bored in the Abyss and wanted to visit you. I heard you're one of the youngest demon lords in our lineage, rising up fast in just a million years."

Dave smiled, and Irethane felt flattered to be praised by a legendary demon lord who was second only to the demon king.

"I'm still far from being as strong as you, Your Excellency," Demon Lord Irethane said, shaking his head.

He wanted to appear humble in front of Dave, but deep inside, he wanted to kill him.

Dave had shamelessly accepted all the treasures and even sat on the throne he had created using many resources.

Though Irethane hid his killing intent, Dave noticed it but chose to ignore it for the time being, as he was stalling for time.

He smiled and continued to chat with Irethane, extracting information from him.

He told him that he had just awakened from his slumber and didn't know much about the current state of the Abyss.

......

Meanwhile, in the Royal Capital of the Metal Empire, the Emperor sat on his throne, looking troubled.

Multiple reports from his intelligence department indicated that other regions were being besieged by the enemy, and they were at a disadvantage.

In one region, a handsome man leading strong assassins and numerous undead creatures had almost destroyed half of it.

The relentless onslaught had caused many soldiers to lose their fighting spirit, as the enemy seemed inexhaustible.

Each fallen soldier only added to the number of undead, further overwhelming the defenders.