The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Above the Holy Lake.

Two Lizardmen from the Wind Roar Clan flapped their wings, floating quietly, with their eyes simultaneously filled with fear and dread.

"It's over." Urga muttered to himself, watching Assam City crumble with just one strike.

Floating beside him, the Personal Guard Captain Kadar swallowed hard, his wings trembling uncontrollably, speaking in a shaky voice.

"It's unexpected that the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom didn't even hold out for one night..."

With just one strike, the millennia-old foundation of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom was utterly destroyed...

Is this the power of the Demon King?

It's terrifyingly strong...

"That's no longer the strength of mortals." Urga said hoarsely, the scales on his brow knitted together.

The Great Barrier had indeed trapped them for so long, resulting in a complete disconnection from the outside world.

While the Lizardmen on the Gana Continent were still fighting fiercely over the control of a few river mouths, these distant Conquerors had already mastered powers far beyond their understanding.

Not just the fearsome roaring rains of fire.

But also magic that matched the powers of the Divine!

The temple built by the Armored Dragon Clan over millennia was effortlessly lifted into the sky by that Demon King and then thrown back to the ground.

Facing such an opponent, Urga knew he had no chance at all and was immensely grateful that he hadn't rashly sided with the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, enraged by the messenger being thrown back.

In fact...

In this way, wasn't the Great Graveyard rather merciful?

Though those living dead were a bit frightening to see, at least they returned the messenger alive without chopping off his head.

Urga found some comfort in his heart, realizing that while a new ruler for the Gana Continent might be tragic for the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, it might not be a bad thing for the Wind Roar Clan.

At least no one would gouge out their hearts.

Thinking of this, Urga could not help but envy the Sand Ridge Clan.

The cunning chameleons had completely won their gamble this time, likely to gain a huge share from the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom as the first tribe to side with the Great Graveyard!

Once, he never considered the Great Graveyard a threat, but Urga had begun to calculate in his heart how to enhance the Wind Roar Clan's status in it.

Who knows if Lord Demon King needs mounts?

If he does, it's not something... he couldn't consider...

...

Urga and his subordinates did not know that although the Demon King Army bombed Assam City, the true destruction of this ancient city wasn't due to the Great Graveyard's rocket shells, but rather an ancient "clever scheme" from a thousand years ago.

Once again, Dragon God Gu Tafu struck a painful blow against his own people.

But perhaps, just as he had, a thousand years ago, protected his people by forcefully cutting the Gana Continent from this planet with the Great Barrier, his intentions were good.

After all, the Divine loves all of humanity.

It's just too bad that the respected Mr. Gu Tafu is now an egg and cannot open his mouth to explain.

But that's alright—

While he doesn't have a mouth, the Demon King does, and can speak on his behalf.

Amidst the ruins of the Dragon God Temple, High Priest Zel solemnly and gravely declared the Dragon God's decree—or rather the Demon King's decree—to the priests, nobles, surviving soldiers, and citizens of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom.

To cover up the unforgivable sins committed by their ancestors, to avoid the reckoning of history, to uphold the legitimacy of their rule, the Par Family had stubbornly executed blood sacrifices time and time again, even sacrificing the Dragon God's messengers from the sea, finally leading to their current calamity.

The collapsed temple was the most direct evidence.

Hearing that the Dragon God not only sacrificed himself for the Armored Dragon Clan, but also mercifully forgave their wayward path time and again, never giving up until the end and finally sending the Divine Chosen to break their shackles, the Lizardmen of the Armored Dragon Clan shed tears of emotion amidst the ruins, led by the priests, began collective prayers, concluding the past.

Thanos, leaning against the stone wall with arms crossed, glanced at the prostrated Lizardmen, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint sneer.

"...I bet if their Dragon God truly returned, the first thing he'd do is clean house and wipe out these unworthy descendants."

Bransia raised her pale and slender jade hand, lazily yawned, and glanced at this misanthrope.

"What's so important about a bunch of bugs to you? Are you interested in one of them?"

Hearing that thorny remark, Gu Tafu chuckled coldly, unwilling to argue with her and slipped into the shadows.

"I'm just worried that these reptiles might lower the Great Graveyard's average. After a thousand cycles, they still show such conduct; even the goblins may have a higher ratio of Transcendents."

Lowering the Great Graveyard's average?

Eyeing that shadow lurking like a viper in the darkness, Bransia's lips curled into a faint sneer.

"It seems you still don't fully understand our Lord Demon King's power. Turning decay into magic is exactly what he's best at."

These nascent souls might be a bit weak, but who is born fortunate enough to be blessed by the Divine?

Who hasn't gone from having nothing to flourishing with branches and leaves?

Including the initially fragmented Great Graveyard.