Chapter 155: The Dark Temple's Rising

The scene unfolds within the Dark Temple's branch hall. The branch leader, Keremin, sits at the head of the assembly. Flanking him on both sides are more than a dozen commanders of the temple. One of the senior commanders speaks up:

"Branch leader, we've just received a message from the Lord of Ling City, Carol , right before his death. He reported the presence of remnants of the demon race in the Nethermount Mountains. How should we proceed?"

Keremin's expression grows somber as he replies, "We are not in a position to handle such matters ourselves. I've already reported this to Lord Larr, and he will be arriving shortly."

Although the demon race was wiped out long ago by the Divine Lord himself, a few survivors have lingered. This time, they've appeared in their former stronghold, the Nethermount Mountains, making this situation even more complex.

Another commander snorts, "I've already investigated this. Carol issued a mission in the temple, and many took it upon themselves to venture into the Nethermount Mountains. It's clear that Carol wanted to prove himself, hoping to gain favor with the temple, but his ambition ultimately led to his demise."

The group nods in agreement. Carol had hoped to join the temple, but his family's history made this impossible, and it seemed he had discovered the remnants of the demon race, attempting to take the glory for himself. Unfortunately, he failed and met his end.

"His death is not our concern, but we must handle this demon matter carefully. Let's wait for Lord Larr's arrival," Keremin concludes.

Shortly afterward, an overwhelming presence fills the hall, and all eyes brighten. Everyone stands in unison. Searᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Welcome, Lord Larr!"

A man with a cold, strange beauty enters the room, his very aura chilling the air around him. This is none other than Larr, the main leader of the Dark Temple and a nine-star vampire Deity Emperor.

"Tell me what happened," Larr says as he takes his seat at the head of the table.

Keremin quickly recounts the situation. Larr listens with a cold gleam in his eyes.

"Hmph, Carol died too easily. Finding the demon remnants and failing to report it… what a waste."

The room grows tense as Larr's voice sends a chill down their spines. Then, after a brief pause, he asks, "Do we know how powerful these demon remnants are?"

Keremin quickly responds, "No, Lord Larr. However, Carol's final message indicated that several demon death knights have appeared, and they won't be easy to deal with."

"Demon death knights?" Larr narrows his eyes, realizing the danger. Even he would be cautious when dealing with such beings.

"This is not a battle for the Dark Temple alone," Larr smirks coldly, his fingers flicking with a glow of blood-red energy that quickly disappears into the space around them.

Meanwhile, back at the demon fortress, Sylvus returns, his face relaxed as he looks at the three figures waiting for him.

"They've been dealt with. No one will disturb us for now," Sylvus announces to the demon spirit and the trio of guardians.

"The Demon Lord will fully emerge in three days. By then, even the Divine Lord won't be able to stop us," the demon spirit says confidently.

Sylvus nods, his eyes briefly flicking to the large black egg on the throne. The energy it radiates has become even stronger.

"Find me a quiet room. I need to break through my current level," Sylvus orders.

The demon spirit quickly prepares a room for him, and outside, dozens of death knights stand guard, a sight that only the demon race could muster. Sylvus sits down, beginning to absorb rare treasures, closing in on becoming a four-star lower Deity. The days pass in silence.

On the third day, Sylvus awakens, his breakthrough complete. His power now elevated to the four-star level, he walks toward the main hall.

Today is the day the Demon Lord emerges.

The black egg on the throne is now covered in cracks, and a powerful energy surges through the hall. Sylvus turns to the demon spirit beside him.

"What rank will the Demon Lord be once he emerges?" Sylvus asks.

"The Demon Lord will begin at the True Deity level, and after absorbing the power of the demon death knights, he will ascend to Deity Emperor, possibly even surpassing that," the demon spirit explains.

Sylvus smirks, "Quite lucky for him, isn't it? Born a True deity and guaranteed a path to Deity Emperor."

"How much longer until he emerges?" Sylvus asks impatiently.

"Two more hours, once the protective seal is completely broken, the Demon Lord will absorb all the demon death knights, and I too will merge with him," the demon spirit replies.

Sylvus nods. The demon spirit isn't truly a living being but a vessel of the demon race's legacy, handed down from one Demon Lord to the next.

Just then, one of Sylvus' companions, Makon, steps forward with a concerned expression.

"Sylvus, we have a bad feeling about this. Things won't be as simple as they seem," Makon says.

Sylvus chuckles in response, "Of course it won't be. I'm sure the temple has caught wind of what's happening."

Carol , after all, was the lord of an entire city. His death wouldn't go unnoticed, and with the loss of thousands of people, the temple is surely investigating the Nethermount Mountains.

"What do we do if the temple sends people after us? We can't possibly stand up to them. Shouldn't we call upon reinforcements from the clan? We may not be able to defeat the temple, but we could buy ourselves some time," Makon suggests.

Although the spirit clan has lost much of its former glory, they still possess Deity Emperor-level warriors, albeit at great risk.

Sylvus gives Makon a surprised look, noting the depth of his loyalty to the spirit clan.

"No need. If they send Deity Emperors, we'll just kill them," Sylvus says with a casual wave of his hand.

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