Above the castle of the Silver Tribe, blood-red dark clouds gathered heavier and thicker.
Finally, the clouds began to collide.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
Strange bolts of lightning struck down.
Green lightning suddenly struck the spire of the castle.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
“Crack…”
The sturdy castle roof was suddenly blown apart, reduced to fine powder.
After piercing through the roof, the massive green lightning suddenly struck Lanling’s body.
In an instant…
Black-red light suddenly burst from Lanling’s body.
Lanling’s body was connected to the massive lightning.
This bolt of lightning seemed to become an energy medium connecting Lanling to heaven and earth.
The moment it touched Lanling’s body, the massive lightning turned blood-red.
“Crackle, crackle, crackle…”
Blood-red lightning filled the sky, like a scene from the end of the world.
The centaurs present watched with boiling blood.
Khan Xieli kept muttering to himself, this is my master, this is my god.
So overbearing and mighty, actually summoning the power of heaven and earth.
“Long live Your Majesty!”
Khan Xieli led all the centaur warriors to kneel.
Below the mountaintop, the people of the Silver Tribe could not see very clearly, but they could vaguely make out the black-red light bursting from Lanling’s body, and the thunder and lightning in the sky desperately bombarding him.
This scene, if placed in the human kingdom, would result in immediate arrest and execution by the Dragon God Temple.
But in the barbaric world, this was a divine miracle.
This scene was all too easy to associate with the descent of a demon god.
At the foot of the mountain, all the centaur warriors, all the cavalry of the Flame Demon Tribe knelt in unison, their gazes fanatical.
“Long live the Chieftain!”
“Long live Your Majesty, long live the Demon God!”
The tens of thousands of people of the Silver Alliance were also infected by the atmosphere, feeling unparalleled shock.
Involuntarily, they also knelt one after another.
At this moment, they could not help but think in their hearts, if this was truly the Demon King, then even being slaughtered by him would be an honour, let alone kneeling to pledge allegiance to him, which would be an even more unparalleled honour.
This scene would certainly plant an indelible seed in everyone’s hearts.
…
“Boom, boom, boom, boom…”
The thunder in the sky continued.
Inside his body, almost endless energy madly bombarded Lanling’s four limbs and hundred bones, his meridians and skeleton.
And the blood-red thunder in the sky madly struck his entire body.
Two incomparably powerful energies madly tempered his body.
Every inch of meridian, every piece of bone in his body was almost instantly destroyed into powder, then instantly reborn.
Every place in his body was under energy bombardment.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
Lanling’s entire body was instantly blasted full of holes by the powerful energy.
Strange rays of light shot out from his body.
But in moments, these wounds on his body instantly recovered as before.
…
This strange heavenly phenomenon, this energy bombardment, lasted a full half hour.
After the wind subsided and the waves calmed.
First, the blood-red lightning stopped, and the blood-coloured clouds above the castle dispersed.
The sun shone upon the mountaintop once more, and the sky was clear for thousands of miles once again.
The entire world seemed to return to its original appearance.
And Lanling slowly opened his eyes.
What shot out was not a gaze, but a ball of flame.
Behind his back came waves of stabbing pain.
Sharp and terrible bone spurs, dark red wing bone spurs, protruded a full three inches.
The last time he transformed and grew bone spurs was when he had just arrived in the barbaric world.
Afterwards, the wings on his back never changed again, causing Lanling to almost forget about this matter.
He had not expected that this time, devouring the bloodlines of twenty-five Demon Martial Grandmasters would actually cause his wings to grow another three inches.
Not only that, many mysterious runes appeared on his body, releasing strange yet mysterious light.
His body, though it had not grown taller, became more majestic and mysterious.
“Congratulations, Master!” Gouli knelt and said.
Lanling gripped the greatsword in his hand and said, “I shall strike you with one sword. Feel my power and see how much my cultivation has improved.”
“Yes!” Gouli said.
Gripping the sword with one hand, he slashed fiercely towards Gouli.
“Clang!” A loud sound rang out, sparks flying in all directions.
Gouli’s body trembled violently, then he said, “Your arm strength is eight thousand eight hundred jin. According to strength cultivation, that is a Five-Star Demon Martial Grandmaster.”
This time, Lanling’s strength had increased by a full three thousand jin.
His previous cultivation was Eight-Star Great Demon Warrior.
For Great Demon Warriors, each level required three hundred jin of strength. Six thousand three hundred jin of strength was Ten-Star Great Demon Warrior.
But for Demon Martial Grandmasters, each level required five hundred jin of strength, so six thousand eight hundred jin was needed to officially break through to Demon Martial Grandmaster.
Lanling’s right arm strength was currently eight thousand eight hundred jin, so he was a Five-Star Demon Martial Grandmaster.
Lanling furrowed his brows. He was somewhat dissatisfied.
Previously, he had only devoured Gouli’s bloodline alone and improved by three hundred jin of strength.
This time, he had devoured the bloodlines of twenty-five Demon Martial Grandmasters, yet only improved by three thousand jin of strength.
Admittedly, this kind of improvement through blood devouring became smaller the further one went.
“Master, at the level of Demon Martial Grandmaster, pure strength is no longer important,” Gouli said.
Lanling naturally knew that after Demon Warrior, one had to begin cultivating qi path, and at the Demon Martial Grandmaster level, qi path surpassed strength in importance.
And once breaking through to Demon Sect, it was an entirely different realm.
One almost no longer used strength to attack, but rather energy.
However, from the time Lanling broke through to Demon Warrior, he had never used qi path, nor cultivated qi path.
“You do not need to cultivate qi path…” Gouli said. “Because you are His Majesty the Demon King. So-called qi path is insignificant to you. Your attack methods are unconstrained and omnipotent. You only need to comprehend, not cultivate.”
Lanling was startled.
Because Gouli had spoken two terms, His Majesty the Demon King, and comprehend.
“You did not know? Your demon blood can make people undying and indestructible. You can create me, this Death Warrior. Of course you are the Demon King!” Gouli said. “Your blood flows in my veins, so of course I know clearly.”
Lanling said, “What about comprehend?”
Gouli said, “You devoured the bloodline energy of twenty-five Demon Martial Grandmasters and suppressed this energy within your heart, causing your heart to become a massive energy array. Thus it triggered the power of heaven and earth, erupting in blood-red lightning. Apart from the Demon King, whose bloodline possesses such mysterious yet powerful energy? Only the Demon King can summon the energy of this heaven and earth.”
Lanling said, “You mean, the blood-red lightning just now was summoned by me.”
“Yes!” Gouli said. “Therefore, you have already comprehended the blood-red lightning just now. You possess astonishing lightning attacks.”
Lanling stretched out his hand, puzzled. “Do I? Why can I not release it now?”
“You can. This ability is already engraved in your body and brain domain. You only need to comprehend it,” Gouli said. “My master, you only need to remember that everything in this heaven and earth is yours. You only need to claim it.”
Lanling said, “Gouli, previously you were merely Constantine’s wife. Why do you know so much?”
Gouli rarely smiled coquettishly. “My master, your bloodline carries ancient memories. When the bloodline entered my body, these ancient memories were engraved into my mind.”
Lanling said, “Then why do I not have these memories?”
Gouli said, “Because you are the Demon King, you are the master. Who can force you to accept any memory? You are a free, noble, powerful soul, who can shape any Demon King as you please. And we are merely extensions of your will, your puppets.”
Lanling said, “Then do you know about Hell Knights?”
Gouli said, “Of course I know. When the Death Warriors and Demon Generals under your command reach a certain number, you will no longer directly command us. Hell Knights will become our commanders. Hell Knights swore loyalty to you countless years ago. They are extensions of your soul, higher order and much more powerful than us.”
Lanling closed his eyes to think, then trembled slightly.
Ashiluo was his Hell Knight. It seemed Ashiluo did indeed resemble him somewhat.
His deep feelings for Ashiliren, his madness, his hatred for the world.
Correct, the two were indeed somewhat similar.
Of course, Lanling did not know that Zhili, Lantu, and Yanmo had also become his Hell Knights.
Otherwise, he would be shocked to discover that the character traits on his own body could all be found in these people, or amplified.
Then, Gouli said, “Also, my master, though I have become a Death Warrior, you can still enjoy my body, and I can still make you feel pleasure beyond life and death.”
“Uh…”
Gouli said, “Therefore, my master, you must remember. The increase in strength from this transformation is completely insignificant. The greatest transformation is that you have comprehended Hell Lightning.”
“Hell Lightning?” Lanling said.
“Yes, it is this blood-red lightning,” Gouli said. “When you release Hell Lightning attacks, you will certainly shock the entire domain. Moreover, you can not only use your body’s energy to release this Hell Lightning, you can also summon the power of heaven and earth to release earth-shaking Hell Lightning. At that time, how great the power will be depends entirely on your imagination.”
Lanling felt waves of numbness in his body.
“My master, you are the Demon King, you are the master of this heaven and earth. Your power can be infinitely great,” Gouli said.
Lanling said, “What will happen when I release Hell Lightning?”
“When you release Hell Lightning for area attacks, you can slaughter thousands of enemy troops. When you release Hell Lightning in a duel, you can instantly reduce to ashes a powerhouse like Naishu who is infinitely close to Demon Sect,” Gouli said. “What I speak of is merely the current you, at the Demon Martial Grandmaster level.”
Lanling immediately drew a sharp breath of cold air.
It was actually so powerful.
Gouli said, “But my master, you must remember, once you release Hell Lightning, you will become the direct target of the Raksha Royal Clan. Because there cannot be two Demon Kings in one domain.”
Lanling nodded.
Gouli said, “My master, forget about increases of thousands or tens of thousands of jin in strength. That is merely insignificant. Compared to your Hell Lightning, mere strength is nothing.”
Indeed, strength meant nothing to Lanling now.
Once he comprehended Hell Lightning and mastered Hell Lightning, he could slaughter tens of thousands of troops and reduce Naishu to ashes.
…
Carrying deep despair and coldness, Ninian returned.
Because her carriage was pulled by Raksha warhorses, and her escorts were uniformly Raksha cavalry.
Therefore, the return journey was two or three times faster than going to Raksha City. In less than ten days, she returned from Raksha City to the territory of the Silver Alliance.
At first, Ninian completely could not feel the passage of time, like a walking corpse, without any reaction to the outside world.
But the closer she got to the Chimera Tribe, the more certain senses gradually revived in her.
Panic and fear all welled up in her heart.
She truly did not know how to face her father’s gaze, how to face the gazes of the tribal people.
Previously she had married the Little Barbarian King in glorious splendour as a concubine, yet after merely a few months she was abandoned and sent back in disgrace.
Such a psychological gap was completely fatal to the vain Ninian.
She had already heard that many sisters had chosen suicide before even leaving Raksha City.
They could not accept this blow and had no courage to return and face the strange gazes of their parents and tribal people.
Princess Nishang had said that after anyone returned home, they could not remarry, nor could they have illicit relations with any man.
That is to say, they had to live out the rest of their lives in loneliness.
Along the entire journey, Ninian had not stepped out of the carriage for even half a step.
Even when not in the territory of the Silver Alliance, she dared not show her face. She was afraid of seeing anyone.
She always felt that the moment others saw her, they would point and say, this woman is the one abandoned by the Little Raksha King.
“Miss Ninian, we have entered the territory of the Silver Alliance. We are almost there,” a Raksha cavalryman said from outside.
A matron opposite Ninian slightly raised her gaze.
Every concubine abandoned by the Little Raksha King would have a matron following her. They would be inseparable from these pitiful women, monitoring their every move, especially preventing any contact with men.
Without doubt, this dark-faced matron would become Ninian’s nightmare.
Hearing this, Ninian’s delicate body trembled violently.
Boundless, endless fear welled up in her heart.
She drew out a dagger and took a deep breath.
Should she end it here? Should she commit suicide?
She truly could not accept countless strange gazes. Moreover, her Chimera Tribe had already been beaten black and blue by Lanling, suffering successive great defeats.
At this moment, Ninian still did not know the news of Naishu’s great defeat leading a coalition army of one hundred twenty thousand.
Her news in Raksha City was extremely closed off. All news regarding the Silver Alliance came entirely from her father’s letters.
And her father’s last letter was about Naishu arriving at the Silver Alliance and organising a coalition army of one hundred twenty thousand to attack Lanling’s Flame Demon Tribe.
At this Little Raksha King’s wedding, Naishu was present and shining brilliantly, so presumably he had won, right?
Indeed, how could Lanling, merely a foreign army, possibly withstand an absolute expert like Naishu and his army of over one hundred thousand?
The so-called Flame Demon Tribe had probably long since been destroyed. Lanling had certainly long since been torn into pieces by Naishu. Perhaps his head had even been made into a chamber pot. And Lanling’s women had probably been violated and killed by Naishu.
Thinking of this, Ninian felt somewhat vindicated and satisfied. Because she had finally, indirectly, avenged herself.
But now, it was her turn to face doomsday.
“If you want to commit suicide, hurry up. Do not dawdle and waste time,” the dark-faced matron opposite said coldly.
Ninian trembled, summoning her courage again and again, but ultimately gave up.
They travelled through the Silver Alliance for another full night.
When dawn broke the next day, they finally arrived at the Chimera Tribe.
“Miss Ninian, we have arrived at the Chimera Tribe… however…” the Raksha knight outside said in a strange voice.
Ninian could not help but lift the carriage door to look, and was instantly completely stunned.
…
And at this moment, Lanling had sat waiting in the castle of the Silver Tribe for an entire night.
Before him were placed twenty-five coffins.
Inside the coffins lay twenty desiccated corpses, once all bodies of Demon Martial Grandmaster level powerhouses.
Dawn arrived.
Whether his twenty-five new Hell Warriors would succeed or not depended on this very moment.