Chapter 91: DARK ELF
Crackling arcs of void energy danced at Chen Yu’s feet as he stepped out of teleportation, the world resolving around him into the blood-red skies and jagged spires of the demonic capital. The Demonic Kingdom’s castle loomed like a fortress of nightmares: obsidian towers rising like claws into the swirling storm clouds, rivers of molten rock coursing through the city’s labyrinthine streets, and enormous winged beasts circling above. The castle’s battlements were lined with horned guards clad in black armor etched with burning crimson runes, their eyes like embers watching his every move.
Yet Chen Yu did not falter. The moment his boots touched the charred black stone outside the throne room gates, a suffocating pressure descended on him. This was the seat of power for all demonkind—and even he had to acknowledge the primal, ancient strength emanating from the very stones of the citadel.
Two colossal guards flanking the gates immediately recognized him. The taller one, standing nearly four meters tall with bone-white horns and armor thicker than tank plating, stomped his halberd into the ground, sending a seismic shudder through the earth. "Lord Chen Yu," the guard growled in a voice like crumbling mountains. "His Majesty awaits you within."
Chen Yu offered the faintest nod. So he knew I’d come, he thought, unsurprised. The Demon King’s foresight and dominance over his realm were legendary even before the worlds merged into Neo-Terra.
As the gates groaned open, a wave of searing heat and infernal magic poured out. The throne room was a cathedral of darkness, its ceiling lost in shadows above towering columns engraved with infernal runes. Rivers of lava flowed along channels carved into the obsidian floor, bathing the chamber in a flickering red glow. Between the pillars, chained demonic beasts slumbered, each exhaling plumes of black smoke.
At the far end rose the throne: an immense chair of volcanic stone crowned with a halo of floating black flames. And there, seated like a living mountain, was the Demon King himself.
[STATS UPDATED: AZRAEL – DEMON KING]Class: Monarch of DestructionRank: RStats:• Strength: 770• Agility: 750• Stamina: 790• Mana: 780• Charm: 9/10• Energy: 1600Status: Proud | Calculating | Deeply Protective of His Kin
Azrael was a vision of apocalyptic power: armored in plates of darksteel inscribed with infernal sigils, massive black wings folded behind him like a cloak of night. His white hair fell like a mane around his horned head, framing eyes that burned like twin suns of crimson fury. Every breath he took radiated force enough to rattle the chandeliers of black crystal hanging above.
Chen Yu walked to the foot of the throne dais, the sheer weight of the Demon King’s presence pressing on his shoulders like a mountain. He bowed slightly, a gesture of respect given rarely and only to equals in power.
Azrael’s deep, resonant laughter rolled through the cavernous hall. "So the man who dares call himself my daughter’s master—and perhaps more—returns to my domain."
Chen Yu’s eyes met his without flinching. "I’ve come with purpose. The world has changed. Neo-Terra is now the proving ground for ascension. I’m gathering those worthy to challenge the Upper Realm."