The Story Never Ends

"Stop!" The bald devil king yelled loudly as he could, the moment he reached near the pit. But it was still too late.

"BAM"

An earth-shattering explosion took place as a large palm slammed down on the ground, crushing all the devils into meat paste.

"No..."

"Save us, king."

Listening to the mournful cries of his subordinates, the bald man clenched his fists and stood there powerlessly. Not only did he arrive later, but he also wasn't confident whether he could take that strike head-on and protect them.

"Anyways, their death will be worth it if I can get that treasure." He gazed at the sword that was levitating with greed burning in his eyes.

Although he was furious and regretful about the loss of his subordinates, there was no point in dwelling on this matter any further. He had to think of the bigger picture.

"Don't blame me for being weak." He sighed, showcasing his ruthlessness. Plus, they were not rare and irreplaceable in this vast devil world. Recircuiting them was quite easy with his strength.

Having these thoughts, he totally focused his attention on the sword, trying to think of ways to take it away from the guarding that was protecting it. He even guessed that his subordinates might have attempted to take away the sword for themselves.

"Maybe they were blinded by greed and must have alerted the guardian unknowingly." He shook his head in their foolishness. How can obtaining such an artifact be easy?

Meanwhile, Malcolm was cursing inwardly. "Fuck. I got too excited and destroyed their bodies thoroughly by overtaxing myself. What a waste! I can't absorb them now."

"Haiz, forget it. I should consolidate my cultivation first."

He withdrew his aura and vanished into the sword, causing the overbearing phenomenon to die down and reveal the new appearance of the sword. Yes, the sword had completed its transformation.

The front side of the blade was pitch black including the hilt while the backside was silvery white. A new strange law rune in golden color had been added on the darker part. As for its strength, it had reached one grade below Siena's sword.

Nonetheless, once Malcolm reaches the Domain Realm, it would surpass her sword easily since it had more law runes than her. Or especially, it was capable of manipulating two different sources of energy.

Next, when he was about to leave, he suddenly sensed some movements from behind.

"Who?"

He noticed a fuzzy shadow pouncing at him at a speed invisible to the naked eyes. If not for his powerful Divine Sense, he would have missed it.

"Swish!"

He soared to the right avoiding it, but he underestimated the other party. He saw the hands of the enemy elongating like an elastic and bending in mid-air, grabbing him unexpectedly.

"Haha, who could have thought that the guardian would abruptly disappear, giving me the perfect opportunity to strike." The bald king burst into laughter, making Malcolm enraged.

"Brat, let go of me," Malcolm ordered while trying to break free using his brute force. But it was futile as the bald king's legs transformed into long, thick ropes, binding him swiftly.

"Eh! You can speak?" The bald king was surprised. It looked like the guardian was still here. He also believed that the thunderous voice reported by the gray wolf came from the guardian.

"Damn! He is not an opponent I can deal with right now." Malcolm panicked as he perceived that the opponent was a late-stage Devil King.

"If only I hadn't wasted too much of my energy." While his mind was in a mess, the next event made him speechless.

He saw him coughing out blood on the sword and wildly injecting his devil essence, trying to refine it on the spot as fast as possible.

"Guardian, let me be the inheritor of your sword. I believe I'm qualified." Hearing no reply coming from the sword, the bald king hurriedly spoke.

"He is insane." Malcolm was dumbfounded. How can a person be this impatient? As for qualification, how could he be compared to Davion? Wasn't he seeking death?

Thus, the situation looked weird from a distance as a sword could be seen bound around by a person in the air like wrapping a gift with a piece of cloth. It was indeed a weird devil's ability that defied common sense.

A couple of minutes later, the bald king frowned as he couldn't make any connection with the sword. Instead, the sword was struggling more and more, making it difficult for him to hold on any longer.

"Dammit! Should I leave now? Those bastards might be arriving here soon." This was the reason why he was in a hurry. If not, he wouldn't have behaved like a fool.

While he was worrying, a thunderous voice full of disdain rang in his ears.

"A mere devil king has the guts to eye my weapon?"

"BOOM"

A terrifying pressure emerged from deep inside the swamps and crashed down upon him.

"Puchi!" He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was smashed straight to the ground, resulting in Malcolm finally breaking out from his hands.

"I will kill you." Taking this opportunity, he wanted to wash away his shame. But he felt a powerful force pulling him in a certain direction.

"Master!" He cried out on the way.

"Shut up! How dare you get so cocky and fall into trouble?" Davion chided as he caught him in his hands.

Currently, he had fully recovered, and his aura was more vigorous than ever, indicating that he had successfully broken through level 44. However, this was not the end as his experience bar was about to be filled up once again.

"It's because he sneaked on me." Malcolm reasoned. But Davion turned a blind eye to him and caressed the sword with satisfaction.

"You had quite a harvest today." He spoke calmly.

"It's not much. If there were devil kings among them, I would have already reached the Domain Realm." Malcolm sounded arrogant.

"Haha, you couldn't even handle one, what makes you think you can beat many of them?" Davion slapped him, sending him inside his Dantian, not bothering to listen to his explanations.

He then spread his Mind-Eye and scanned the whole surroundings carefully. Since arriving here, he had been busy recuperating. So, he hadn't gotten the chance to observe this place.

"So, this is the Devil World…huh…"

"The conditions are extremely rough."

He shook his head and stood up, shaking the ground in the process due to still being in his giant form.

Glancing in the east, he smirked, "Did the earlier commotion attract these devil kings?"

"Let's see what they are planning." He disappeared from his spot and appeared behind the bald devil king in the blink of an eye.

"Who?" Seeing someone he turned back instantly.

"Devil Emperor!" He gasped in fear while clutching his chest in pain. He gradually realized who had punished him before when attempting to steal the sword.

"How can such a monster appear here?" It seemed like he had fucked up badly. So, he simply closed his eyes and waited for his death.

But this didn't happen as Davion declared while unleashing a bit of his aura. "Submit or Die."

"What?" The bald king felt that he had heard wrong. Didn't he want to devour him?

"Humph! I won't repeat it twice." Davion harrumphed coldly, sending chills down his spines.

"I submit." He fell on his knees straight away and kowtowed on the ground.

"You are wise." Davion nodded and began asking him questions one after another.

The bald king introduced himself as Devil King Bjorn. At the moment, they were in the region known as wastelands which was under the wings of Devil Emperor Joziah.

The reason for this ugly name was because this place had a scarce number of resources and devil veins to mine, making it extremely difficult for devil kings to reach the Devil Emperor Realm.

That's why even the ruler of this region, Devil Emperor Joziah, didn't put much of his focus here, leaving this place for the Devil Kings to govern. This resulted in them fighting among each other for resources, hoping to have a lucky breakthrough in the future.

"I see." He put his hand on his chin and began pondering what to do afterward.

While Davion was in deep thought, Bjorn was analyzing him curiously. After all, this was the only devil emperor he had seen except for Joziah. On top of that, he found him very strange.

"Who is he? Why does he not know anything about this place? Is he from some other regions?"

"Also, from what I've heard and read, Devil Emperors aren't this big."

Abruptly, Davion put his hand down and said softly, "Your friends are here."

"I knew they would come." Bjorn wasn't surprised.

"Why?" Davion raised his brows.

Bjorn lowered his head and shamefully explained.

"Greedy Fools." Davion made a grabbing motion in the air, and Bjorn felt the devil essence in the surroundings moving in many directions abnormally.

"Swish!Swish!Swish!"

Streaks of lights flashed by and eight different people who were choking in the air appeared in his vision.

"My God!" Bjorn became shocked with his strength. How can devil kings like him be captured in this manner like cabbages?

"He should at least be a peak stage Devil Emperor. Someone far stronger than Joziah." He guessed. But Davion poured cold water over his head by introducing himself far more exaggeratedly than he could have ever imagined.

"I am the Heavenly Demon God, the one going to rule over the heavens.. So, for this conquest, I want all of you to submit under me and become my blades."