“Yes, Demon King-sama.” Lilisi replied respectfully. “According to the final images relayed back through the spiritual link of the surviving low-ranking demonic beasts, it was an instant kill.”
“Heh…” The being on the throne let out a soft chuckle. “Interesting.”
“A mere Ma Mian dies. So what? That idiot, with nothing but muscle crammed into his head, wasn’t worth much to begin with. Dying on the battlefield is the best possible end for him.”
That soft, childish voice spoke the coldest, most ruthless words.
The Demon Generals below the hall lowered their heads even further.
They knew that although the Demon King sounded like an innocent little girl, her terror had long been etched deep into the soul of every member of the Demon Race.
“Forget that worthless piece. What this King is more curious about…”
“Is which god descended this time?”
Lilisi took a deep breath and answered in a grave voice. “To answer the Demon King-sama, based on the reactions from the human side and the analysis of the divine power…”
“The god who has descended this time appears to be the supreme being that the Kingdom of Aezera has been worshipping for a thousand years…”
“Primrose.”
When the name Primrose left Lilisi’s lips, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to plummet to freezing point instantly.
The writhing darkness on the throne also came to an abrupt halt.
An indescribably terrifying aura spread from the throne.
The eleven Demon Generals present, including Lilisi, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, all felt as if their souls were gripped by an invisible giant hand, making even breathing difficult.
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
After a long time, that terrifying pressure slowly dissipated.
“Primrose…”
The loli voice from the throne sounded again, but this time, there was a trace of… amusement?
“Hehe… hehehehe…”
Her crisp, bell-like laughter echoed through the hall, sending chills down the spines of every demon present.
“Interesting. Very interesting…”
“I thought this time it would be another small fry sent by the Unified Divine Realm, not even worth mentioning.”
“I never expected this one to actually show up.”
“It’s been a thousand years… I almost forgot she existed.”
Lilisi knelt on the ground, not daring to look up, but inside, a storm was raging.
From the Demon King’s tone, she… actually knew this goddess Primrose?
How was that possible?
‘Didn’t Primrose become a god and leave this world a thousand years ago?’
And the Demon Race had only appeared on the Elami Continent three hundred years ago.
That was a gap of nearly seven hundred years!
Just as Lilisi was racking her brains, the voice from the throne sounded again, carrying an irresistible decisiveness.
“Spread the order.”
“All aggression plans against humans are to be suspended for now.”
“Lilisi.”
“Yes, Demon King-sama!” Lilisi’s body trembled, and she quickly responded.
“You stay. The rest of you, get out of my sight.”
“Yes!”
The eleven Demon Generals, feeling as if they had been granted a reprieve, scrambled out of the hall.
Soon, the vast hall was left with only Lilisi and the profound darkness on the throne.
“Lilisi, tell me…”
“What kind of gift does this King think I should send to an old friend I haven’t seen for a thousand years?”
That soft, childish voice was filled with undisguised malice.
Lilisi’s heart sank.
She knew that an unprecedented storm was about to break.
She lifted her head and asked in a trembling voice, “Demon King-sama, you mean…”
“Hehe…”
The being on the throne let out a pleased chuckle.
“Those small fries before were too weak. So weak they didn’t spark even the slightest interest in me, so I could only leave them to you underlings to handle.”
“But this time, it’s different.”
“Finally, someone’s come who can bring me a little entertainment.”
“I’ve decided.”
The darkness shrouding the throne began to churn violently.
An aura of destruction, even more terrifying and pure than before, swept through the entire Demon King Castle.
“I will personally go into battle.”
When those seven words came from the throne, Lilisi felt as if her heart had skipped a beat.
The Demon King… was going to personally lead an expedition?!
This… this was impossible!
Ever since the Demon Race descended upon the Elami Continent three hundred years ago, the Demon King had never once left this Demon King Castle.
Whether it was invading human territory, slaughtering weak nations, or even dealing with the three previous summoned Heroes and gods, the Demon King had only ever acted like a chess player behind the scenes, casually moving pieces and coldly watching everything in the world.
In the understanding of all demons, there was simply nothing in this world worthy of the Demon King’s personal intervention.
But now, because of the mere human legend of a god named Primrose descending, the Demon King was…
Lilisi’s mind was in chaos.
She simply couldn’t understand what was so special about this goddess Primrose that she could command such attention from the Demon King.
“Demon King-sama, please forgive my bluntness.” Lilisi mustered her courage and lifted her head. “A mere god and Hero, even if they are a bit stronger than the previous ones, are absolutely not worth your personal involvement.”
“Please entrust this mission to me. I guarantee that within ten days, I will lay their heads at the foot of your throne!”
As the only female among the Four Heavenly Kings, Lilisi possessed not only a mesmerizing beauty that could captivate all, but also matching strength and ruthless methods.
She was confident that dealing with a newly descended god and Hero, no matter how astonishing their performance, would be a sure thing.
However, the being on the throne let out a dismissive chuckle.
“You? Lilisi, you are indeed strong, and more than enough to deal with those small fries.”
“But against her, you are not yet qualified.”
That soft, childish voice spoke the most crushing words.
Lilisi’s face turned pale. Her lips moved, but she couldn’t form a single rebuttal.
Because she knew the Demon King never lied.
“A thousand years ago, I was not yet the Demon King, and she was not yet a god.”
The voice from the throne suddenly carried a trace of reminiscence.
“At that time, she was revered by all of humanity… no, by all races in the entire world, as the Strongest Human Sage!”
Lilisi’s pupils contracted.
‘The Strongest Human Sage?’
She had heard of that title.
In the history books of the Kingdom of Aezera, the descriptions of this sage were filled with mythical hues.
Quelling wars, teaching magic, rivaling gods with a mortal body.
But Lilisi had always thought that was just an exaggeration and beautification by humans to deify their own faith.
After all, how could a mere human ever achieve such a feat?