The buildings in the Demon Realm, including city gates, houses, altars, churches, and the Demon Alliance meeting place, are all uniformly dark and gloomy, lacking any atmosphere and extremely solemn.
The people slept soundly, remaining hidden until nightfall. Only after darkness fell upon the demon realm did each household light up. It was a scene completely different from that of the human world.
The only place that shines with the brilliance of dawn day and night is the Demon Lord's temple.
The first entrance to the Silver Dawn Palace—a massive black stone gate—is not something that ordinary warriors or demons can force open and break through.
An outer seal imbued with binding magic forms the second barrier. The giant guards outside the door are two stone golems, one engulfed in red flames and the other in blue.
They are also guarding the temple closely, remaining vigilant at all times, and staying up day and night.
These three almost indestructible barriers ensured that the temple remained undisturbed by outsiders year-round.
Judging from the main gate of the temple, there was no indication that it had been forcibly entered. Yet, the temple's master still harbored a sense of foreboding.
Upon discovering their master's return, the guardian demon bent its massive body and knelt on one knee to greet him. The air was turbulent as the colossal object shifted.
What's the situation lately?
"Reporting to the Demon Lord, there is no intrusion."
Fred nodded slightly in response and then chanted the incantation to activate the stone door. The stone door opened inward, welcoming its master, the sound of it scraping against the floor deafening.
The crack in the door was shrouded in darkness, even more so than the pitch-black color of the stone door.
Once the door was wide enough for him to enter, the Demon Lord stepped in without looking back, disappearing into the darkness and entering the main hall.
Faced with the pitch-black darkness, the Demon Lord cast his second spell. About ten meters above his head, a lamp suddenly shone, pure white and crystal clear—a superior magic lamp.
From that moment on, hundreds of identical magic crystal lamps on the ceiling were switched on one by one, from near to far, dispelling the darkness. The lobby returned to its splendor, bright as if shimmering with the brightest silver light.
The main hall of the Silver Dawn Palace is magnificent, with walls as smooth as mirrors and a seemingly endless space. The black and white floor tiles evoke an image of an enormous chessboard.
A vibrant red carpet stretched from the main entrance to the opposite end—the entrance to the innermost level. Along the long, red-carpeted path stood twelve lifelike stone knight statues, exuding immense majesty.
"Flaming Dragon's Reverse Scale - Finchley, Supreme Divine Power - Douglas, Heroic Body and Valiant Sword - Edmund, Nine Directions Rift - Kalanza..."
The Demon Lord would silently recite the name and title of each knight he passed by; this was his consistent practice and habit.
At the same time, he carefully observed his surroundings for any unusual signs.
In the end, no signs of intruders were found.
The Demon Lord passed through the main hall and entered the inner layer, where a large heptagonal altar was placed before him, with silver phosphorescent flames burning at the end of each corner, and a stone statue of a knight serving in the center.
To be precise, this is not a stone statue, but rather the physical body of Lord Alphonse who has been transformed into a stone statue.
What the duchy unearthed were merely forgeries of the ancients, deceptions of history. The figure of this Silver Knight, once again displaying his former glory, had lost his gaze and expression along with his soul. Nevertheless, his eyes remained forever fixed on the north.
Lord Alphonse thus achieved immortality. But—
The Demon Lord confirmed the source of his ominous premonition. Countless small, snake-like cracks crawled all over the hero statue revered by the demons, inevitably appearing on its raised arms, its forward-leaning chest, and even its cheeks.
What does the damage to the hero's physical body signify?
The shadow of the coiled dragon surrounding the stone statue is faintly visible, as if it is breathing dragon's breath.
"My Lord Demon Lord, what exactly happened to Lord Alphonse's physical body?"
Upon hearing the voice of an intruder behind him, the Demon Lord's murderous aura surged. He turned around, drew his sword, and countless sword energies of icy demonic energy condensed from all directions in mid-air. The attackers didn't even need to aim; they simply bombarded the speaker across a wide area.
"Demon Lord! No—"
The speaker was powerless to stop the icy sword energy that was generated in an instant, so he had to activate his demonic veins and do his best to deploy the largest and most solid invisible protective shield.
The Demon Lord is serious, no matter who he faces today.
The speaker spread his palms wide and tried his best to block for a second, but it wasn't enough. Unfortunately, the power of the sword energy was too strong. The protective shield was destroyed and disappeared before it could even crack. The person who was blocking was forced to retreat like an arrow and crashed into the hard silver wall behind him, crying out in pain.
"Without my permission, no one is allowed to set foot in the temple!" the Demon Lord roared at the injured. "As the 'Black Demon Prince,' don't you understand?"
The person punished by the Demon Lord for trespassing into the temple was a black-haired, red-eyed boy, and the two seemed to know each other. The "Black Demon Prince" stumbled to his feet, brushed off the ice shards, and looked utterly disheveled.
"We were too anxious!"
A mature female voice came from outside the inner entrance. However, judging from the footsteps, there seemed to be two people approaching.
"So it's our beloved 'Moon Queen' and 'Chaos Duke'."
The Demon Lord's expression softened. The "Demon Moon Queen" was a demon noblewoman with a bewitching figure and appearance, dressed in a jet-black jumpsuit, exuding an air of arrogance;
The "Duke of Chaos," on the other hand, was an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a light gray tailcoat, his face full of humility and calmness, a stark contrast to the former. The demonic aura emanating from both of them was comparable to that of the Demon Lord.
“This time the demonic movement is far too intense, making it impossible not to suspect that something has happened! That is why the three of us have taken the liberty of coming here. Demon Lord, please do not be angry.” Duke Chaos respectfully explained to the monarch the reason for their “visit”.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
