Chapter 523-Fooling a demon lord

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. Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

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.

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.