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Perverted Demon

With the Greatest Demonic technique in his hands, one can turn mountains upside down and can make rivers of blood flow backwards. One can make constellations bow to his might and one can have gods serve to him as his servants. Or one can peep into bathing girls. This is the story of the greatest Demon ever existed in the history of Twelve Great Heavens. Note: Mc is evil, some tags have been removed because of some issues with WN, please read-only if you are 18+, this is my first novel and I am not a native English speaker. Discord: https://discord.gg/gUjsy4v ( short stories are posted there, do check them out. ) Patreon:- https://www.patreon.com/Noob69 PayPal Donations:- https://www.paypal.me/noob6969

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Never breed sluts!

Bolrock landed on the ground gently, with wooden coloured saddles on his old legs, the floor below his leg turned cold and soon blue coloured ice layer started forming on it. The cracks appeared in the ice as soon as he landed. Wearing a white coloured robe with a sword tucked by his blue coloured robe belt on the left side of his waist. His old ashy hairs fluttered in the wind and there was an expression of pity and regret on his slightly wrinkled face.

Looking at his unconscious son who has a pained expression on his face and an arrow pierced in his dantian while the sanguine liquid froze around it. He sighed and his face aged, even more, he looked like he could die at any time. He reached out towards the ring on the right hand of Theobald and took it off with his blue coloured spiritual power.

He took out a golden coloured crown which had white metal calligraphy in ancient words engraved on it. The crown looked more like a hairband then a crown. The white coloured calligraphic words on it were unreadable by anyone. This was a treasure that Bolrock's father has found in a dungeon. This crown can nourish one's life energies once it's worn.

Bolrock raised his hand in front of his waist and applied his chilly spiritual power to the golden crown which led the crown hover above his old right hand. His wrinkly dark eyes stared at the crown and feelings of belonging and warmth appeared on his face. He was remembering his father when he came from that dangerous place and handed over this crown to him. From then on this crown became the envy of many others.

Although he was angry and disappointed in his grandson, he didn't want his lineage to end here that is why he flicked his old hand and the crown gently landed on the head of Rowen. His face aged, even more, his brows that were black till now turned completely white and his vibrant figure looked more haggard. His life force was at the end of its rope.

"Never breed a foolish slut like your mom and never ever disdain a child, as my foolish son did."

Bolrock said with a light voice, that resounded throughout the courtyard. His voice sounded like that it was coming from a dying old man. The chilly atmosphere also started to slowly dissipate with every word of his. A warmth then surrounded the whole palace making it seem like that spring just blossomed.

"From now on the ironclad army will be in command of the new king of Ellesmere, King Rowen!"

Just as these words resounded from the old mouth of Bolrock, the more than a hundred iron-clad men kneeled down on the floor in synchrony. The sound of metal hitting the stone floor resounded throughout the whole courtyard. There was a blood pumping symphony in these voices.

A huge smile formed on Rowen's face, at first he was a little afraid of his grandfather but seeing that how Bolrock is not as retarded as his own father a smile formed on his face. He placed his fingers on the crown above his head, he could still feel the cold aura emanating from it. However, he could also feel the warmth coming from it that started nourishing his whole body and his life force.

His face started turning red as the blood started to flow towards his head in order to get nourished. However, no one could see it because of his Sanguine Sheild all over his body. That he has summoned when his grandfather arrived. After some time blood in his face settled down and then he de summoned his red coloured armour.

He looked at his mom who was already standing by his side her armour already removed and a smile was plastered on her face. Although her father has called her a slut, she didn't care as long as he quietly gave her son the throne of Ellesmere. Rowen looking at his mom and the flood of powerful feelings rushing through his veins after he turned to the king, got turned on. He grabbed Lilias's ass and then kissed her in front of the hundreds of men present there.

Although his grandfather has just warned him to never breed a slut like her, he still kissed her without giving any second thoughts. Lilias also got completely engrossed in her son and licked his tongue feverishly. She didn't care about all the men present before her.

Bolrock's eyes widened in shock and anger surged in his old and dying body but then he just sighed and accepted his and the fate of Ellesmere. It was better to have his bad blood living then no blood relative left after his death. He came in front of the engrossed couple without giving them any heed he kneeled down in front of Rowen.

"This old man gives his first and last salute to the new king of Ellesmere."

The old man said and then stood up again. He released all his life force and was ready to end his life, but just as he was about to die peacefully a red coloured sharp nail entered his forehead and then a voice resounded in his old ears.

"Just accept this little gift from your king before dying you old fart."

It was Rowen who said this with a smile on his face, his bloody red coloured claw already in his grandfather's wrinkle filled forehead. Lilias while still in his embrace he pulsed his flesh in Bolrock's forehead.

The surrounding ironclad men were all in shock and some were even angry at the actions of their new master. Some spirit synchronization realm soldiers even stood up and unsheathed their sword.

'How could this degenerate man who lusts after his own mother is their master and how dare he hurt their previous master when he was clearly on his last breaths.'

A killing aura surrounded the courtyard, however before they can do anything an old hand raised in the air warding them off. It was the hand of Rowen's grandfather, he accepted his fate and let the flesh be implanted in his brain. What worse could happen to him than dying he thought.

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