Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Panting heavily, the practitioners stared at the barrier of the Sepulcher of the Sacred, which was erupting with loud, continuous noises. Their faces were pale with shock, and a sense of fear crept into their hearts. It was clear they were still shaken by what had just happened.

Although Timothy had unleashed an overwhelming force, wiping out nearly the entire skeletal army in an instant, the situation had quickly spiraled out of control. More and more skeletons kept appearing, and to make matters worse, the corpses of the Holy Emperors had begun to emerge from the canyon.

The practitioners of Elant Continent soon found themselves powerless to resist. They were completely outmatched by the strange forces within the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

"Thank goodness Timothy used that terrifying lightning technique. Otherwise, the casualties would've been much worse. But still..."

As they looked at the figures of Holy Emperor Luminis and Holy Emperor Earthshard, many of the practitioners were left dumbfounded. When they had entered the canyon, it wasn't just these two Holy Emperors. Goddess Sylvia, Holy Maiden Aeliana, Timothy, and his pet, the Dragon King Azura, had gone in as well.

So why were only Luminis and Earthshard coming out now? And why were the corpses of the Holy Emperors, which had been hidden deep within the canyon, suddenly appearing?

What had happened in the depths of the Sepulcher of the Sacred? Where were the others? Were they safe?

No one knew the answers to these questions. All they could see was the grave expression on the faces of Luminis and Earthshard.

"This is bad... If the corpses of the Holy Emperors are coming out of the canyon, doesn't that mean..."

Holy Emperor Luminis's face was noticeably pale.

Despite his deep-seated resentment toward Timothy, he couldn't deny the admiration and longing he felt for Goddess Sylvia and Holy Maiden Aeliana. Both of them were revered Holy Emperor-level figures on the Elant Continent, admired and feared by countless people. They were also far beyond his reach, figures he could only dream of.

Luminis clearly didn't want to accept the possibility that they might have perished in the depths of the Sepulcher of the Sacred. But it wasn't just that...

Boom. Boom. Luminis furrowed his brow.

The tremors from the Sepulcher's barrier were growing more intense. The once sacred and mysterious golden hue of the barrier was now starting to turn a shade of crimson. The barrier, which had once been as solid as a fortress and filled with endless arcane power, was beginning to show signs of instability.

Back when things had taken a turn for the worse in the depths of the canyon, Luminis and Earthshard had stayed behind to guard the rear. After returning from the canyon, they had watched as Sylvia and the others charged into the heart of the battle, trying to reach the gate surrounded by countless Holy Emperor corpses.

Whether they succeeded in entering the gate was unknown.

But time had passed. Seven days had gone by in the blink of an eye.

During those seven days, no one knew what had happened deep within the canyon. But the ever-growing skeletal army and the continuous emergence of Holy Emperor corpses had forced the practitioners to abandon their resistance and retreat from the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

Most of the practitioners had managed to escape with their lives. However, during those seven days, the barrier of the Sepulcher had been repeatedly attacked. Even though it had been crafted by the combined efforts of countless Holy Emperor-level experts and was filled with profound magic, it was now starting to weaken and crumble.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

By their estimates, the barrier would completely collapse in less than a week.

And when that final barrier shattered, there would be nothing left to stop the Sepulcher of the Sacred from spilling into the Elant Continent. The corpses of the Holy Emperors, long since corrupted by dark magic, would be free to rampage across the land.

When that day came, the world would descend into chaos. Countless lives would be lost, and practitioners would be slaughtered en masse.

That day wasn't far off.

"Goddess Sylvia, Timothy... What's happening in the depths of the Sepulcher of the Sacred right now?"

It wasn't just Luminis and Earthshard. At this moment, countless practitioners across the Elant Continent were staring at the barrier of the Sepulcher, their hearts filled with anxiety. Many were silently praying.

They all knew, even if it seemed like a distant hope, that their last chance lay with Goddess Sylvia. If she couldn't stop whatever was happening inside the Sepulcher, the Elant Continent would be doomed.

But what they didn't know was that, deep within the Sepulcher of the Sacred, there was someone else who shared their concerns. Your next read awaits at empire

"Ugh, what is Sylvia doing in there?"

"And Timothy too!"

In the dark, shadowy space behind the gate, Holy Maiden Aeliana and Azura huddled together for warmth. Aeliana's eyes were filled with tears, her body soft and trembling. Azura, looking pitiful, snuggled into her warm embrace.

Although the massive gate was impassable for the corpses of the Holy Emperors within the Sepulcher of the Sacred, hiding behind it meant they didn't have to worry about their safety at all.

However, outside, countless Holy Emperor corpses wandered around, making terrifying noises.

In this pitch-black environment, anyone—whether human or dragon—would be trembling with fear.

Especially Holy Maiden Aeliana, who, despite being a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, had been bullied so often by Goddess Sylvia that her courage didn't quite match her strength. In fact, she seemed even more scared than Azura.

"What do you think Timothy and the Goddess are doing right now?" Azura asked, trying to break the eerie silence that was making the dragon want to cry.

"They… they've entered the Netherworld. They must be fighting off ghosts, bravely battling through all kinds of hardships, trying to kill the creature that's been causing chaos in the Sepulcher of the Sacred," Aeliana quickly replied, saying what was on her mind.

"Yeah, yeah, that makes sense. With how strong the Goddess is, if they haven't come back yet, they must've run into some incredibly powerful enemy and are stuck in a tough fight. Otherwise, there's no way they'd be gone for a whole seven days without any word," Azura nodded in agreement.

But suddenly, a thought popped into her head—one so absurd it almost made her laugh. "Hey, Holy Maiden, you don't think they're, like, chilling on some beautiful beach in the Netherworld, eating, drinking, having fun, showing off their love, maybe even… maybe even, you know, doing that kind of stuff, do you?"

"No… no way," Aeliana hesitated for a moment but quickly dismissed the idea. "Even if those two are ridiculously into flaunting their relationship, they're still in the Netherworld, surrounded by ghosts and danger. Even Sylvia would have to be careful. She might even be in a tough battle. So, a honeymoon? Definitely not happening."

"Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't have doubted them. The Goddess and Timothy are probably working themselves to the bone right now, trying to figure out how to find that ghost and kill it. They've probably already been through countless battles."

"Mhm, for sure. Let's just hope they can hurry up a bit!"

Despite the terrifying sounds outside, the two huddled together, clinging to each other for comfort.

Holy Maiden Aeliana and Azura were both absolutely convinced that Timothy and Sylvia were, at that very moment, fighting tooth and nail in the Netherworld.

What they didn't know was that Timothy and Sylvia, fully dressed, had just finished a sweet honeymoon after arriving in the Netherworld…

If Aeliana and Azura ever found out the truth, they'd probably burst into tears on the spot.