Chapter 142
In the Deep Realm, there were once mighty beings regarded as the strongest: the ten dragons led by Dragon Lord Izaas, and Spirit Queen Laghaim, the mother and ruler of all spirits. However, it had been a long time since they vanished from the Deep Realm.
Now, they were only remembered as legends in the annals of history.
With the highest thrones of the Deep Realm abandoned, countless kings who once ruled from their seats began waging wars for supremacy over the title of the strongest in the Deep Realm. Amid this endless conflict, a rumor spread throughout the Deep Realm: “Those who go to Earth die.”
A lone fortress stood in a gloomy and oppressive region, a desolate, navy-blue desert where thunder and lightning never ceased. At its highest tower sat a man on a throne, looking down at forty demon legions lined up outside with a curious expression. This was Amon, ranked seventh among Solomon’s demons, who governed malice and selfishness.
Perhaps that was why, despite being one of the last-born of Solomon’s demons, he rose above even the Great Demons and reached the top-tier ranking among Solomon’s ranks.
“Rumors are just that, rumors, Lord Amon,” said one of his subordinates.
“Rumors, you say...” Amon muttered at his subordinate’s assurance.
The rank board made it clear that Vapula was dead, as was the Flame King Hyperion. However, they didn’t die in the Deep Realm; they had been killed on Earth.
“The truth is known only to the dead,” Amon stated.
And the dead don’t speak.
“Berber,” Amon called.