northernbook Chapter 227 The Awakening of the King
Chapter 227 The Awakening of the King
Yang Xining gasped, his pupils trembling violently.
He looked at Waksha's disappearing body, then at Hilde who calmly put away the ruler.
It's freezing cold!
This person's strength, scheming, and methods are so terrifying!
Hilde swung the ruler gracefully, and the weapon disappeared into her sleeve.
He pushed up his glasses, and the lenses reflected Yang Xining's shocked and alert face.
Then, under Yang Xining's astonished gaze, Hilde made an unexpected move.
He placed his right hand on his chest, bowed deeply, and performed an impeccable act of submission.
His silver hair hangs down and his posture is extremely humble.
When she looked up, the deep calculation in her amber eyes faded away.
All that remains is the radiance of fanatical and unwavering loyalty, as if one were to see faith in the true God.
"Your Highness," a clear, steady voice, filled with heartfelt respect, resounded through the deathly silent royal court. "The traitor Waksha, ignorant of Heaven's will, has attempted to lay hands on your noble body and supreme power. Furthermore, he harbors ulterior motives and deserves death! Your servant, Hilde, will carry out the execution on your behalf, as a warning to others."
His eyes were blazing, and every word he spoke was like an oath before taking a vow:
"Your body carries the purest royal blood of the Great Demon Lord Mephisto, the highest concentration yet unrivaled in the world! You are also the host personally chosen by the ancient god of death, Satan! This is destiny! And more importantly,"
His voice suddenly rose, a hint of excitement in it. "You are the only new blood born in the demon world under the curse in the past three hundred years! You are the miracle of the union of gods and demons, breaking the taboo! You are the only product of the fusion of the bloodlines of the Great Demon King Mephisto and the Queen of the Sea Idoris! You are destined to break the curse and revive the demon world's royal lineage! I, Hilde, am willing to serve you as my master! I offer my loyalty, wisdom, and strength! I will assist you in clearing the world and ascending to the throne of the Supreme Demon King! The true king of the demon world... is none other than you!"
Looking at the silver-haired demon who had just killed his old master and now swore allegiance to her in the most fanatical manner.
Yang Xining did not feel the slightest bit of relief at being rescued, but only felt more alert and confused as if he was caught in a huge wave.
After all, in the demon world where demons kill demons and beasts eat beasts, all demons are unreliable.
Hilde had just completed the ceremony of surrender, and the air was still filled with spatial fluctuations left by Waksha's annihilation.
Yang Xining held up his shaky body, and the blue water light formed by the power of the sea god flickered.
She stared warily at the unfathomable silver-haired demon in front of her, and was about to ask -
“Who is it?!”
Hilde turned suddenly, and a cold light flashed in his monocle.
The spatial ruler in his sleeve instantly slid into his palm and pointed at the two sneaky short figures at the entrance of the hall.
They were two little devils covered in swamp mud.
In front was a hunched-backed scar-clawed demon, followed by a servant demon huddled in a cloak.
They seemed to be frightened by the scene in the hall and were shivering as they stuck to the door frame.
"A mere patrolman dares to trespass into the royal court?" Hilde's voice was as cold as ice. "It seems the royal court guards need to be reorganized."
A silver-white cold light condensed at the tip of the ruler.
"Wait!" Yang Xining suddenly called out. Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, and she felt that the hunched figure with scarred claws was strangely familiar.
In this moment of lightning and fire -
“Xining!!”
The Scarclaw Leprechaun suddenly straightened up, and his rough demonic disguise peeled off like sloughing skin.
A neat and handsome short hair with a wisp of bangs hanging down, revealing a handsome jade-like human face.
The pair of peach blossom eyes that always had a smile on their faces were now bloodshot, filled with heartache and ecstasy.
"Lanling...Chi?" Yang Xining's pupils suddenly shrank as he recognized the other person.
Lanling Chi has already rushed over.
He completely ignored Hilde beside him and didn't care about the mess on the ground.
He took two steps at a time and, while Monet was removing his disguise, he hugged the shaky Yang Xining into his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm late..." His voice was choked with sobs, and his arms trembled as he tightened them, but he was careful to avoid the wound on her shoulder.
Warm tears fell on Yang Xining's neck, "God knows how scared I was along the way... When I heard that you were taken to the Scarlet King's Court..."
Yang Xining froze in place.
"..."
The tip of her nose was filled with the scent of the other person's agarwood, mixed with the fishy smell of the demonic swamp.
She could feel Lanling Chi's violent heartbeat.
After a moment, she finally raised her intact right hand and gently hugged him back, "I'm fine..."
Before he could finish his words, a deafening horn sounded suddenly from outside the hall.
The sound was so penetrating that even the obsidian walls were shaking.
What followed was the uniform sound of armor clashing and the flapping of tens of thousands of wings, covering the entire sky above the Scarlet Royal Court.
"Oh no!" Monet's eyes suddenly shrank. "It's the legion's call to assemble!"
Hilde instantly flashed to the window.
Through the swirling poisonous fog, you can see dense demonic shadows in the sky.
On the east side is the Fourth Legion "Skeleton Wings", with pale bone dragon cavalry blocking out the sky.
On the west side, the Fifth Legion, "Lava Roaring", the demons riding on lava beasts dyed the clouds blood red.
To the south is the Seventh Legion "Shadow Hounds", where Nergal is wiping his scythe with a sneer.
Cynthia of the Northern Eighth Legion, the "Lava Colossus," wields a flaming whip.
"The Great Demon King sensed it." Hilde's voice was unusually solemn. "The moment His Highness Waksha fell, his connection with the Great Demon King was severed. Now the four legions have arrived..." He turned to the two people hugging each other, "We must immediately-"
Boom! ! !
A dark red lightning column with a diameter of more than 100 meters suddenly split the dome of the royal court!
Amidst the flying debris, a voice more terrifying than thunder resounded through the heavens and earth: "The regicide shall be punished by eternal soul burning!"
The entire Soul-Devouring Swamp began to boil under this pressure.
That is the projection of the will of the great devil Mephisto!
Although he was not there in person, the power contained in the voice had already made everyone in the hall, except Hilde, spit out blood.
Lan Lingchi protected Yang Xining under his body and used his back to block the flying debris.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled wryly and looked at the person in his arms: "It seems that our reunion gift is a bit special..."
Yang Xining stared at his blood-stained clothes, and a raging rage gradually burned in his purple eyes.
She gently pushed Lanling Pool open, and the originally dim power of the sea god around her suddenly surged!
"Hilde." Her voice was as cold as the arctic wind. "You said you were loyal to me?"
The silver-haired devil knelt on one knee: "I will die even if it means death."
"Very good." Yang Xining stood up straight and walked towards the broken dome under Lan Lingchi's worried gaze.
Azure water light and dark red magic patterns appeared on her skin at the same time. It was the first time that the blood of the Sea God and the Demon King actively merged.
"Then let us give this 'father' whom we have never met..."
She raised her face to face the army, the power of gods and demons in her eyes intertwined into a brilliant purple-gold color.
"Send a gift of recognition!"
……
Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky above the Soul-Devouring Swamp, and the four demonic legions surrounded the Scarlet King's Court.
Yang Xining stood on the broken obsidian ground, her long hair fluttering in the wind.
Her body is undergoing amazing changes——
His left eye turned into a deep ocean blue, with waves surging in his pupils.
A dark golden demonic flame ignited in his right eye, as hot as lava.
Two completely different forces intertwined in her body, and exquisite purple-gold magic patterns appeared on her skin, spreading from her neck to her cheeks.
"Is this...real power?" Yang Xining looked down at his hands, purple-gold energy sparks dancing in his palms.
She could feel the long dormant power within her awakening.
It was not the power of Satan, but the perfect fusion of his own clear power of the sea god and the violent blood of the devil, forming an unprecedented new energy.
Hilde stepped aside gracefully, her gold-rimmed monocle reflecting the light of the battlefield.
He folded his hands in front of him, his posture respectful but with no intention of attacking at all.
"Hilde! What are you waiting for?" Lan Lingchi shouted anxiously, turning to his guardian demon and ordering: "Monet, go help her!"
Monet unexpectedly shook his head, his eyes flashing with shock and awe: "Master... look."
Yang Xining slowly floated into the air, with a pair of huge energy wings spread out behind him.
On the left are wings made of azure water elements, while on the right are wings made of dark red magic flames.
She hovered in the center of the four legions, like a god of war that was both god and devil.
“She doesn’t need help,” Monet whispered, his voice filled with unprecedented awe. “This is… the awakening of the king.”