Whenever people mention the Demon King, they always associate him with the ancient blood demon whose whereabouts are still unknown…

No, he is right here.

Abrana clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and tried not to look so scared.

Yes, fear. As one of the few Draco in the world, the leader of the “Deep Pool”, and the master of the special fire that controls corpses, Abrana, who aspires to the throne of Victoria, rarely has such emotions.

She is the leader of the Tara people, with the blood of the noble Drake royal family flowing in her body. She has the military power and influence to overthrow the regimes of many cities, and even controls the high-speed battleship “Gastril”. She should have been fearless in Victoria…but the blood demon in front of her, with a terrifying presence emanating from her body, made her tremble.

It was like a vicious beast that had come from eternity, breaking free from all shackles and baring its fangs unscrupulously and recklessly at every living thing it passed by.

Do you want to fight against such an enemy? Whenever Abrana thought of becoming an enemy of Akado, she would instinctively tremble with fear, and then she would be thankful that this excellent bloodline taught her to stay away from danger.

Abramana is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of not being able to fulfill the ideal that has lasted throughout her and her loved ones’ lives.

The noble Draco followed her instinct. She dispersed the cadres around her, then slowly knelt down in front of the blood demon sitting in the main seat in the empty hall, “Your Majesty, Abrana, I am willing to obey your orders.”

“What did you call me?” Akado grinned, with a dark crown faintly visible on his head.

“His Majesty……”

The blood demon shook the goblet in his hand, which was full of bright red liquid, which was the blood taken from Abrana.

“You should be grateful that your parents gave you blood that tastes good.”

“…”

Akado asked her to open the electronic map, “I know your plan and what you want to do.”

Abrana forced a smile but didn’t dare to respond. She had heard the legend about Akado, a blood demon who could plunder souls and knowledge through blood.

He pinched the back of Draco’s neck as he knelt down beside him again, “You should be happy, because I will go to Londinium and return the sovereignty of this country’s royal city.”

The blood slowly flowed down Abrana’s fair skin, and she quickly raised her glass to catch it.

Obedience and fear were infinitely amplified by a strange and special “spell”. The determined Draco had forgotten his own opinions and completely became the devil’s follower.

Devil.

Whether Akado is willing to admit it or not, at this moment, he is the leader of the Sarkaz tribe.

The authority “borrowed” from Amiya flows in his body.

The pitch-black crown is a necessary condition for him to conquer the world and gain glory.

“I will allow you to come with me to Londinium.”

He took the wine glass that was once again filled with blood and drank it all. “Witness it carefully. This will be an experience you will never forget.”

Crack, crack… ten rings suddenly shattered, their surfaces covered with fine cracks and revealing a dark light as red as blood.

Akado’s gaze fell to a very far distance. He guessed that the grand dukes of Victoria had already deployed their troops and were waiting eagerly.

210. Type Zero: Dead River!!!

Victoria.

A modern country jointly ruled by Draco and Aslan, it occupies the most fertile central valley of Terra, with vast territory and rich resources. It is adjacent to many core circle countries, and there are also several pioneering areas and enclaves. The Victoria Empire emphasizes power and expansion, aiming to establish its own dominant international order on Terra, maintain the interests of the nobility through hegemony and plundering pioneering areas, and maintain the world system where Victoria is supreme. Power and expansion, strong military strength, and prosperous economy are the most prominent characteristics of Victoria.

Because Victoria is full of romance and aristocracy, it is also one of the birthplaces of the “new culture” of the Terra world.

And Londinium.

It is the city-state where power is most concentrated in this country.

The royal families of all dynasties have handed over their crowns here.

The throne symbolizing royal power also stands here.

According to legend, Londinium has never been breached since it was put into use as a mobile city hundreds of years ago.

The tall and solid city walls and powerful city defense cannons have kept enemies out of the city countless times.

Known as the “Unbreakable City”, it is often used as the most reliable fortress or fortress during wartime.

Of course, the irony is that this “unfallen city” is now occupied by a group of Sarkaz.

They usurped royal rule and used terror and violence to suppress all unrest.

The most advanced city defense system in all of Terra, as well as the self-circulating system built within the city for agriculture, industry, and people’s livelihood at all times, all belong to the Sarkaz.

This “immortal city” has become a stepping stone for invaders to expand their ambitions.

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Londinium is like a bank vault filled with wealth, with jackals surrounding it and coveting it, because there is a lion living inside the vault. They are too busy to handle the finances of their own territory, compete with nobles with the same goals, and pay attention to the developments in the royal city.

But today, they rarely put aside the barriers between them and discussed crucial topics at the same conference table.

That is, how to deal with the blood demon who came from afar.

Coincidentally, many of Victoria’s Grand Dukes regarded Akado as a mortal enemy who came to reinforce Londinium Nesakaz.

Then the result is obvious.

They planned to use Terra’s latest technology to give this old man who lived two hundred years ago a little industrial shock.

That’s right, these dukes, who had been running around for the empty throne almost since they were born, had almost never taken the initiative to inquire about news from the outside world. Their knowledge of Akado was limited to the ancient legends they had tortured out of captured Sarkaz prisoners.

Natural disasters, extreme climate and harsh terrain have made it difficult for city-states to exchange information, let alone between countries.

So the idiots become more and more stupid, while the smart people will not talk to them at the same table at all, and they can understand each other’s thoughts with just a little hint.

A large number of warships began to gather and form a formation. Cannonballs and large crossbows were continuously produced from factories, and then a series of resources were nervously delivered to the ships for loading.

The well-trained soldiers are gathering, ready to go to the sound of trumpets.

In the rolling hills, high-speed warships passed by in groups, and the roar of their engines intertwined and merged, like the collapse of the sky.

Almost all the grand dukes in the vicinity of Londinium staked out most of their main forces, preparing to kill Akado before he could reach the royal city.

This was a premeditated attack.

They were prepared to use artillery and magic to once and for all put an end to this immortal legend.

……

The Blood Demon stood on the deck of the high-speed battleship “Gastril” and looked into the distance.

The battleship “Gastril” was the private property of the Duke of Wellington. As part of the transaction, he loaned this strategic-class weapon to Abrana.

The ring was getting hotter and hotter, as if there was a fire burning in my palm.

Akado looked at the suppressor in his hand. The cracks on its surface were getting bigger and bigger, and the dark red light looked like blood about to drip.

He is being called.

Is that your majesty? Akado could vaguely hear that familiar voice lingering in his ears.

The king who defined his life was now bound by the will of the Sarkaz.

He looked at the steel torrent approaching in the distance and waved.

“Love Brana.”

“Follow your orders.”

“Stop the landspeeder.”

“Yes…” Although confused, Abrana still obeyed Accardo’s order.

The blood demon jumped off the deck, covered in countless blood, and slammed into the ground.

He crossed his hands and clenched his fists, and then the ten tattered rings were crushed one by one. After thousands of years, the power of the Demon King reappeared on this land in its full glory.

Crack, crack… Originium crystals grew wildly on his body.

Crack, crack…black crystal clusters quickly spread along the blood and covered the surrounding environment.

The Dead River, with countless souls wailing, was boiled into a trickle, flowing along the black crown into the eternal history of the Sarkaz, along with the souls of tens of millions of Sarkaz.

The sky was instantly dyed blood red.

Akado’s mouth was wide open, and he was laughing wildly. All the cruelty and malice were spreading rapidly in his heart. He whispered in the ancient and obscure Sarkaz language.

“The bird of Hermes is my name, biting its own wings to control my heart—”

Suddenly a strong wind blew and the trees swayed.

At a certain moment, everything was silent.

Only Akado’s voice remained.

He said.

“Type Zero: Dead River.”

Akado opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.

With a loud bang, the gate of hell burst open.

Thousands of troops rushed out from his shadow.

211. Hell Song

The ferocious spines of the Cyclops intertwined to form the backbone of the battleship.

The Stonewing Demon’s skin is like a shell, tightly arranged around its body.

Thousands of Wendigos held up the heavy ship on their shoulders and moved forward slowly but steadily.

The lich’s metacarpal bones are spliced ​​into a high-back throne.

Akado sat down slowly, with scarlet blood flashing in his eyes.

“Go ahead,” he said.

Then the ocean of blood carried the huge skeleton warship and slowly headed towards the Duke of Victoria’s coalition forces in the distance.

The devils from hell are marching on earth.

……

“General! We spotted an enemy warship ahead?!”

“I know, but it’s the Duke of Wellington’s…”

“General…” The subordinate who came to report swallowed his saliva, his face pale, “That is not a battleship that can be built in Victoria’s factory.”

The general in charge of commanding the “Mozambique” high-speed warship asked someone to connect the telescope, and he fell silent after looking at it.

Anyone who sees this will have to remain silent.

The piles of bones formed a huge monster, traveling in the sea of ​​blood and corpses. The paleness in the loneliness of the world was so dazzling.

Akado, with a black crown on his head, sat on a throne of bones.

The blood demon was staring at him. The general commanding the warship realized this and trembled subconsciously.

It was red like blood, white like bone, red like solitude. White like silence. Red like the nerves of a beast. White like the heart of a god. Red like dissolved hatred. White like a frozen sigh. Red like a shadow that devours the night. White like a sigh that pierces the moon.

then.

The snow-white glory and the bright red are gone.

Before the Victorians had time to show their hostility, the artillery had just completed charging and was ready to fire.

A flash of light suddenly appeared in Akado’s hand, and he threw it towards the group of warships where the Duke of Victoria was.

“Collapse.”

After several years of experiments, Akado had already thoroughly understood the principles of the release of the evil spells, and reproduced them with his attainments in Originium technology.

As for the cost?

Half of the Blood Demon’s palm was already covered with pitch-black Originium crystals.

As the light moved faster and faster, it expanded silently in front of the astonishment of countless people, quickly engulfing all the matter it could touch. The artillery fire that had just been fired was completely annihilated in the air, not to mention the spells on the platform that had not yet completed the amplification.

With an unobservable dot as the center, the entire space was distorted, and a huge spherical hole appeared in the mountains. The steel armor was torn to pieces, and the most elite soldiers affected were torn and crushed into dust in an instant.

The high-speed warships that managed to survive did not live up to the adjective “high-speed” and were driving at full speed, trying desperately to escape.