Chapter 294: The Demon Capital trembles!

Hell, Demon Capital, the meditation room of the Central Temple.

Within the vast hall, meditation flames flickered, illuminating the complex and eerie relief murals on the granite walls—an endless army of skeletons locked in battle with a fire-breathing dragon, while behind the dragon stood countless humans, dwarves, elves, and the lizardmen whom no one cared about anymore.

Sitting on a granite chair in the meditation room, the Minister of Religion, Geligao Suolun, suddenly raised his head, and a chilling, ghostly light suddenly refracted from his hollow skull.

Just a moment ago, while meditating, he had sensed a familiar aura!

An indescribable sense of palpitation quietly crept into his heart, like a chill rising from the deepest depths of his soul, causing his soul fire to shake uncontrollably.

That familiar aura—

It is the Dragon God!

There is no mistake!

But...

How is this possible?!

Geligao sat motionless in place, his silently burning soul fire appearing as if frozen, slowly digesting this shocking fact.

And it was at this moment that a earth-shaking tremor suddenly came from beneath the entire temple, causing the sturdy granite walls to emit unbearable groans, and the cast-iron chandeliers hanging from the ceiling swung like swings.

Geligao subconsciously gripped the armrests on both sides of the chair, and a crisp "crack" sound came from beneath his pale, thin finger bones.

That was the sound of granite shattering.

As a demigod-tier powerhouse and the Minister of Religion of Hell, he should not have appeared so flustered, but unfortunately, the memories left by that aura were far too profound, and the memory of fear was imprinted deep within his soul fire along with it...

So much so that even though a full thousand years had passed since then, he still felt it as if it were yesterday, unable to forget.

That was the First Epoch, a thousand years ago, before Hell was established and before the God of the Underworld had fallen.

At that time, he was merely a Death Singer in the Death Singing Troupe under the God of the Underworld, and that existence revered as the "Dragon God" was someone even the God of the Underworld had to avoid the edge of!

Geligao would never forget the ruins after that divine war, nor the comrades who fell in that great battle.

If it weren't for that world-shaking Dragon God suddenly disappearing, and disappearing along with His endless people, bringing huge chaos to the unstoppable Aosi Empire... I fear the shattered Underworld wouldn't have even a wisp of a remnant soul left, and the current Hell would not exist at all.

Geligao slowly stood up, his bones clattering.

He looked toward the half-open temple dome high above, sensing some kind of awakened ancient power crossing the boundary of the world from afar—like a gradually awakening purple moon, slowly emerging on the surface of the sea.

"... The Dragon God has returned?"

His voice was hoarse and hollow, yet carried an unconcealable awe.

It is just a pity that, having had his memories of fear awakened, he did not know...

The Gutafu of those years no longer existed, or rather, had become a "God in the Heavens."

And what remained in this world was merely a little brat named "Tafu"...

At this moment, the heavy door of the meditation room was pushed open.

A temple guard clad in black iron armor walked quickly into the hall, knelt on one knee, and asked in a low voice:

"My lord, are you alright?"

Geligao lowered his trembling soul fire within his eye sockets and replied calmly:

"... I am fine."

His tone was as cold and indifferent as ever, but deep within the inflection lay a difficult-to-detect suppression.

Then, he slowly sat back down on the granite chair, his decaying gaze cast outside the door, and a moment later, a low voice drifted from his skull.

"This is not an ordinary earthquake... the source of the tremor is above our heads, not from beneath our feet."

"Send out the apostles to the surface to take a look."

"I need to know what happened there."

The guard was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head to accept the order.

"Understood."

The footsteps faded away, and the temple returned to silence.

Geligao did not speak again, merely tilting his head slightly, his bone fingers tapping on the chair arm, as if pondering, and also as if waiting.

A thousand years had passed.

After a thousand years of sinking, most of his old friends had already left this world, and those remaining were all the grandchildren of their grandchildren—a group of weak, incompetent, and utterly corrupt fellows holding the power of Hell.

These fellows, who had long forgotten the past glory of the Underworld, were not satisfied with destroying the traditions of the Underworld; they had also turned all of Hell into a foul mess. Demons were not like demons, goblins were not like goblins, and humans were even less like humans... in short, nothing was right anywhere.

Fortunately, their opponents were the same.

And because of their short lifespans, the Aosi Empire's rate of corruption was even faster, which is why they, the descendants of the God of the Underworld, were able to survive.

But that guy was different—

If the power of the Aosi Empire could still be categorized as something traceable, then the lizardmen led by the Dragon God were simply like a species that did not belong to this world!

They died wave after wave, only to charge forward wave after wave. Although their transcendent power was weak, their reproductive speed was extremely fast, and their environmental adaptability reached a level that was simply mind-boggling.

Not only that, those lizardmen could often pull out some mind-boggling magic devices, catching transcendent beings far stronger than them off guard.

Compared to that Lin Te Ai Sa Ke who was born after the Empire, that guy was more like the "God of Machines." After all, the things He created had yet to be imitated by anyone, while Ai Sa Ke's steam engines had now spread everywhere.

It is just that, compared to His other legends, the invention of machines was merely the least worth mentioning interlude among His many legends, so much so that to this day, few people remember it, or it has all been attributed to that up-and-coming star through hearsay.

That was a power completely different from the God of the Underworld and the God of Light—

He was like someone who did not belong to this world!

Geligao prayed silently in his heart.

He hoped it was just an illusion.

A thousand years of time—he simply dared not imagine how powerful He and His believers would have become...

In the manor of the Ankein family, under the shadow vine trellis in the backyard, black leaf tea was slowly rising with misty vapor, the fragrance of tea mixed with the scent of ancient wood, damp soil, and rust, appearing exceptionally quiet under the illumination of the moonlight emitted by the amethyst dome.

Two figures with immense power in the Demon Capital sat on either side of the tea table.

On one side was Asimeng Ankein—the head of the Ankein family, the administrator of the Demon Capital, and the chief minister among the six cabinet ministers.

And sitting opposite him was Kalaramosi Meiluxinei—the head of the legendary succubus family, the head of the Demon Capital's spy agency, the current Minister of Intelligence, and the only man in the entire Demon Capital who made Lady Seruina feel wary.

That feminine, handsome face and waterfall-like long hair always caused him to be mistaken for some noble young lady, yet most of the people or demons who held such misunderstandings ended up paying a heavy price.

Some say he is the third eye of the Demon God.

But Amengsi always felt that this eye was probably growing on the back.

So much so that many times he did not know how to face this nickname of his colleague.

"Let me guess what rude things you are thinking about." Hooking the teacup with his index finger, Kalaramosi took a sip of tea and said casually.

Amengsi laughed and denied it.

"Please don't misunderstand, absolutely not... I can swear to the Demon God."

"According to my experience, only those with ghosts in their hearts would inexplicably swear to the Demon God." Kalaramosi looked at the tense Amengsi and smiled slightly.

Those soul-capturing eyes—even Amengsi, who was also a demigod-tier powerhouse, did not dare to make direct contact with them, and could only cough lightly and say.

"Alright, Mr. Meiluxinei, you probably didn't come to me just to drink tea."

"You found me out."

Kalaramosi smiled faintly.

However, just as he was about to say something, the porcelain on the table suddenly trembled without warning, followed by a faint clinking sound, and in less than a moment, the entire tea table—and even the entire manor—began to tremble.

Both of them looked up almost simultaneously.

One was astonished, the other was surprised.

"Such intense subspace fluctuations." Kalaramosi frowned slightly, his ear tips twitching, and he placed the teacup in his hand back onto the tray.

And the moment the teacup touched the tray, the entire manor seemed to have frozen, no longer trembling... as if the entire space had been pinned down by that delicate teacup and porcelain tray.

"It's in the direction of the Vast Ocean."

Asimeng raised his head slightly, staring at the dome outside the manor, purple light flickering in his pupils, and behind that purple light emerged a look of astonishment.

"What did you see?" Kalaramosi immediately pressed.

Asimeng did not answer immediately, but only after a long time did he slowly open his mouth to speak.

"The sky was torn apart, the sea lifted upward, and on the windless sea, giant waves dozens of meters—perhaps hundreds of meters—high were raised. No matter what, that is not something magic can achieve; at least I have never seen the Empire use it on the battlefield."

The garden was quiet for a long time.

"What on earth happened?" Kalaramosi muttered to himself, his slender fingertips hovering over the tea lid, as if lost in thought.

"That is all I can see... that poor wretch who prayed to me is probably dead."

Withdrawing the purple light from his pupils, Asimeng's gaze fell upon Kalaramosi.

"The Vast Ocean belongs to the Empire's sphere of influence; isn't spying on the Empire's intelligence what you are best at? You should go take a look."

Upon hearing this, Kalaramosi revealed a troubled expression, released his index finger hooking the teacup, and sighed lightly.

"You've given me another difficult problem... that is a vast, uninhabited sea. I bet that even the Empire is probably confused right now; where am I supposed to go to spy for intelligence?"

Asimeng took a light sip of tea, his tone flat: "I believe this won't stump you... after all, you are the 'Third Eye of the Demon God,' aren't you?"

Indeed.

Kalaramosi also felt the same.

Although this matter was somewhat tricky for him, it was not without a solution.

Especially just now, he suddenly thought of a name—

"I happen to have a good candidate here."

Not expecting him to be so fast, Asimeng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Who?"

Kalaramosi smiled slightly.

"Prince Kelin."

"You mean that guy Caesar?" Asimeng was stunned for a moment, clearly misinterpreting that he was talking about the Demon Capital's Minister of Military Affairs, that iron-blooded old noble.

What does that have to do with this matter?

Kalaramosi shook his head, a smile quietly hanging on his lips.

"Not so." He gently shook the tea spoon, his tone melodious as he uttered a thought-provoking sentence, "The Prince Kelin I am talking about is not our Prince Kelin, but the one currently making waves in the Empire—'Prince Kelin'."

The Empire's Kelin?

Does the Empire have such a noble?

Asimeng frowned slightly, then his brow relaxed.

"It seems you have an idea; then I'll leave it to you."

On the other side, Higher Demon Academy, a certain tiered classroom.

Bright purple light crossed the glass window and spilled onto the podium, illuminating a magic tome that was slowly turning pages.

It was the History of Spells class.

The lecturer standing on the podium was a Flame Demon scholar so old he was almost petrified; his voice sounded like magma foam bursting, and the spit flying from his mouth occasionally scalded the drowsy students awake.

"... In that decisive battle between the Underworld and the surface humans for the Scarlet Wasteland, a noble vampire noble stepped in and turned the tide of the battle. It just so happens that the great-great-great-granddaughter of that gentleman is in this classroom; let us invite her—"

As he spoke, he cast an expectant gaze toward Vivian, who was sleeping with her eyes open.

There was no response for a long time.

Hainiweite quietly poked Vivian's arm, and Vivian, who was dozing off, raised her head blankly. The crystal bubble hanging from the corner of her mouth popped with a "pop," and only then did she wake up.

As the precious granddaughter of Prince Kelin, having the professor flatter her was a common occurrence, especially in these unimportant, peripheral courses... and she had long since become accustomed to it.

Anyway, even if she stood up and answered randomly, or even described the dream she had just had, that old guy on the podium would round it off to the standard answer for her.

However, unlike usual—

The moment she pushed her chair and stood up, a muffled "Boom!" sound came from outside the window, followed by the entire tiered classroom shaking restlessly.

What's going on?!

Vivian, who had just woken up, looked around blankly, not understanding what had happened.

The demons around were equally confused, but upon seeing Vivian, expressions of "I understand" appeared on their faces one after another.

"Tsk, it's her again."

"A thousand years after Kelin's ancestors crushed the surface human coalition, his great-great-great-granddaughter is playing pranks in the classroom... really a disgrace to the Kelin family."

"Shh... be careful she hears you."

"Heh... hehe! So what if she hears? If you have the ability, let's duel!"

"But... you lost last time."

"That was last time! This time will definitely be different!"

Hearing the chattering of this group of demons, Vivian tapped her own dizzy head, frowned, and spoke impatiently:

"What are you arguing about? Do you want to fight?"

As her voice fell, the entire room fell silent instantly.

Although everyone present was a high-tier demon, this was, after all, the intermediate department, and Silver-tier was already considered gifted...

And this guy was not only a descendant of a military family but also possessed Golden-tier strength, which was considered top-tier even in the higher department.

Watching Vivian baring her fangs and "threatening classmates" in class, the professor on the podium probably felt he had lost face, coughed heavily, and said weakly in a low voice.

"Student Vivian... if you are feeling unwell, you can tell the teacher; there is no need to use this method..."

"Feeling unwell? What do you mean," Vivian frowned, "I am perfectly fine!"

The professor, who had been glared at, subconsciously shut his mouth, and the extinguished flame crystal was about to start burning again.

The classroom was still trembling.

The Flame Demon professor also seemed to realize that this was not Vivian's doing, but some kind of power from outside the academy.

It was not just the Higher Demon Academy.

The entire Demon Capital was involved, and a large number of demons flew across the sky, seemingly gathering in the direction of the Central Temple.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the classroom door, and a proctor wearing a pitch-black uniform with a supervisory badge on his chest walked in quickly, his expression solemn as he said.

"Silence, everyone!"

Seeing the proctor standing at the door, the Flame Demon professor finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked over with a dignified expression.

"What happened?"

"The school is also communicating with the outside; this doesn't look like an ordinary earthquake, and it is said that the epicenter is from above. It is estimated that something incredible has happened..." Facing this full-time professor, the proctor immediately revealed a respectful expression, while lowering his voice as much as possible so the students wouldn't hear.

However, although his voice was small enough, it couldn't stop Vivian's ears from being too good, and she heard it all at once.

Above?

The world of surface humans?

Isn't that... my brother's territory?

Vivian, who had been drowsy, instantly became energetic, and her expression changed.

Realizing the severity of the matter, the Flame Demon professor signaled the proctor to wait a moment and turned back to the podium.

"Students, today's class ends early... you all return to your dorms, don't run around on campus, and wait for the notice from the Dean's office."

As soon as his voice fell, the sound of chairs being pushed spread, especially the little demons, who were howling and rushing out the window toward the cafeteria.

Vivian was even more in the lead, throwing her chair aside and walking out of the classroom quickly.

Watching Vivian's unnatural expression, Hainiweite, who had put away her books, trotted to catch up, asking with concern as she followed by her side.

"Where are you going? So urgent."

"Back to the dorm to write a letter!"

"... To your brother again?"

"Yeah!"

Vivian nodded generously in acknowledgment, but then asked suspiciously.

"How did you know?"

Looking at the confused Vivian, Hainiweite sighed and smiled helplessly.

"You've written your concern all over your face... go quickly."

On the other side, the Demon King Management Department, the corridor was empty, and only the "swish-swish" sound of paper and quill pens remained in the office, with several Hell civil servants trying hard to pretend they were very busy.

Although it seemed something incredible had happened outside, to the point that even the Central Temple was alarmed, this had nothing to do with a peripheral department like the Demon King Management Department, which was subordinate to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Their only work was one thing, and that was to make the lords of the Council believe that they played a vital role in maintaining the connection between the Demon King's territory and the Demon Capital, so that this department with a long history would not be cut.

And shortly after the earthquake stopped, at the other end of the corridor, a series of "clack-clack-clack" high-heeled footsteps suddenly sounded, as urgent as a trot.

Who is so lacking in elegance?

A slow-moving succubus frowned and curiously peeked out the window.

The moment she saw that face, she immediately retracted her neck and sat upright back at her workstation.

Mi Ya Padirichi!

No wonder!

That clack-clack-clack sound was so rhythmic, like the beat of a symphony... she couldn't help but hum along.

Not knowing what those colleagues were arranging for her, Mi Ya was currently in a state of chaos, rushing aggressively into the corridor outside the teleportation room, heading straight for the teleportation array.

The demons waiting for the teleportation array schedule outside the corridor gave way one after another, all with expressions of having seen a ghost, not daring to have any dissatisfaction even if they were cut in line.

"Miss Mi Ya! Miss Mi Ya—!"

Deputy Director Gelien followed closely behind, his hair disheveled, not caring about decency or elegance at all.

"Please calm down! The surface world is huge; even if something happened, it might not necessarily affect the Demon King's territory far away in Lei Ming County!"

Mi Ya did not look back, nor could she hear what he was saying, walking quickly while coldly dropping a sentence.

"I want to go see!"

Seven full days without a reply.

If it were normal times, she would just assume Luo Yan was busy and wait. But to lose contact at this critical juncture... she couldn't help but panic!

As a member of the Padirichi family, she knew much more than the average citizen of the Demon Capital.

It is said that intense subspace fluctuations occurred on the sea of the surface, and giant waves hundreds of meters high swept across the coastline of the entire land!

She hadn't studied the map of the human world, but she knew Lei Ming County was right on the coast!

Thinking that Luo Yan's labyrinth might be soaked in seawater, she was so anxious she wanted to stomp her feet.

"This is against the rules!" Gelien was already stomping his feet in anxiety, and in his desperation, he said, "And... what if something really happened there? Wouldn't you going over now just be adding trouble for Mr. Luo Yan?"

He knew the rules were not the point at all; the point was that if the daughter of the Padirichi family had an accident, and it was because of his dereliction of duty... Mr. Feisiting would definitely skin him alive!

No rules needed!

After all, she was one of the rules!

Mi Ya's footsteps paused, a flash of misery and regret in her eyes, her slightly trembling lips bitten lightly.

Like most women whose emotions were running high, she only heard the words "something really happened" from the whole sentence, omitting all other key information.

"If that's really the case... I..."

"You must not say 'I won't live without him'."

A gentle voice with a hint of teasing sounded at the entrance of the teleportation room.

Mi Ya turned her head abruptly.

She saw Luo Yan standing there, wearing a dusty robe, watching her eyes with a smile.

He had just walked out of the teleportation array, and the residual magic waves on his body had not yet completely dissipated.

"Luo Yan!"

Mi Ya was stunned for two seconds, then instantly pounced on him excitedly. Only when she rushed in front of him did she brake her footsteps, turning her head away with a flushed face to hide her unseemly expression.

It was purely redundant.

Through those burning red earlobes and neck, Luo Yan took in her worry completely.

"Are... are you alright?" Mi Ya said in a low voice.

Gelien looked at Luo Yan with a grateful expression, his face full of "thank heavens," wishing he could kowtow to him.

Giving Senior Gelien a "leave it to me" look, Luo Yan straightened his cuffs and replied with a chuckle: "As you can see, I am doing perfectly fine."

His calm and composed manner completely loosened the string that had been tightened in Mi Ya's heart.

Only then did she continue to ask.

"What on earth is going on outside? Do you know? I heard it seems to be related to the subspace... Could it be Chaos again? They didn't target you, did they?"

Luo Yan's expression was subtle.

Rather than saying he knew, it would be better to say it was his doing...

Of course.

He certainly wouldn't report the real situation to the Demon Capital, especially the part about "Tafu."

"I was just planning to report this matter... but this is not the place to talk. Let's change places and chat."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 295 =====