Chapter 570: Black Flame That Burns Everything!

Nameless mountain peak, wind howling.

On a giant rock hanging on the edge of the cliff, Luo Yan, wearing a black cloak, stood in the wind, his face covered with an alchemy mask, quietly overlooking the battlefield like purgatory at his feet.

In the palm of his right hand, a pitch-black flame was pulsing rhythmically, like a living heart.

That was not an ordinary flame; I saw that in the center of that flame, a myth-tier seed that had just condensed and formed was wrapped.

And in order to condense this seed, Luo Yan didn't hesitate to extract 10% of the faith power share from his divinity!

This power, which condensed the massive wishes of everyone, was enough to reshape the grid of a mortal's soul and reach the height of a god.

However, he made a decision that was enough to drop the jaws of all the sages of the Academy—

He didn't use this seed to strengthen his soul, but whimsically used it as a medicine primer, injecting it into the black flame in his hand that fused fire elements and nether power!

Undoubtedly, this was a gamble.

However, Luo Yan, who made the decision to gamble, didn't make this decision without reason, and it was also a decision made after careful consideration.

After all, upgrading the soul wouldn't immediately transform into transcendental power, and he had just broken through to the Grandmaster level, so even if he immediately raised his soul level to a demigod, it wouldn't immediately improve his combat power.

Making this seed into an artifact was clearly the most suitable choice.

As for why he didn't choose a tangible weapon, but chose black flame condensed by transcendental power, it was based on Luo Yan's own understanding.

The collective consciousness of everyone is the Hive, soul quality is the bees in the Hive, and spirit quality is the honey brewed and accumulated by the bees in the Hive… and "Everyone's Thought" is the consensus finally reached by the bee colony, that is, how to enjoy this honey.

Based on this theory, what everyone wanted to change was not actually the material world, but the projection of the material world within the spiritual realm, which in turn influenced the operating laws of the material world through that spiritual projection.

Although there is no difference from the result, there is actually a process in the middle.

This is also why the flames condensed by fire elements have collision volume that flames in reality don't have, and the flames changed by spellcasting must ignite something to keep burning without the input of magic power, and must ignite something to keep burning.

It is precisely because of this that Luo Yan had a sudden whim. Since "Everyone's Thought" changes the projection of the material world in the spiritual world, rather than acting directly on the material itself…

Then forging artifacts doesn't necessarily have to be based on tangible objects; he can completely process "spirit quality" directly.

His Butterfly of All Phenomena seems to be a similar thing!

As for what benefits this has?

The benefits are too great!

Using an inaccurate but vivid metaphor to describe it, a sharp dagger's entries are only ten or twenty, and the main direction of strengthening is nothing more than faster, sharper, or lighter, while the secondary direction of strengthening is adding magic damage besides physical damage.

However, processing spirit quality directly is different.

If there is no material constraint, it can be constructed arbitrarily on a limited number of broad frameworks, including hundreds or thousands of entries!

This sounds—

Simply like a domain!

With the injection of the last trace of faith power, the black flame burning in Luo Yan's palm was no longer just pure flame, but began to collapse, condense… and finally turned into a mass of black matter that was like substance and flowing with life!

Looking at the changes in his palm, Luo Yan's pupils contracted slightly, and a trace of imperceptible excitement flashed across his face—

It's done!

What pleased him was not just the success of the experiment itself, but more that he had successfully verified his guess!

And the moment the black flame swallowed the myth-tier seed, the fluid-like flame spread along his palm lines, seeped into his skin and bones, and finally merged with his right hand.

Every time the flame pulsed, the surrounding space would tremble visibly. And the heartbeat of that flame was exactly the pulse of his right hand!

This feeling was as if—

His right hand had already grasped this world!

Or rather, a corner of the "Hive"!

Luo Yan took a deep breath, feeling the surging power, then slowly raised his right hand, lifting this power toward the sky.

More and more black light passed through the dark clouds, swallowing the light on the earth, and finally turned into a black sun like a demon god's eye!

Thousands of threads surged from the black flame in his hand toward the sky. At this moment, Luo Yan no longer suppressed his aura, letting the surging magic power rise to the sky, and amplified it through the "artifact" in his palm!

"I, in the name of everyone rather than all gods, call upon the soul fire that burns everything, and cast eternal torture and punishment upon the evil spirits of sin and blasphemy—"

With a whisper, Luo Yan fiercely crushed the black flame materialized in his palm.

"Bloom."

"Burn them!"

At the same time, the light of the black sun suspended above Death Valley flourished, and then instantly disintegrated in a crisp explosion.

In an instant, everyone on the entire battlefield heard the sound of glass breaking, followed by the black power turning into billions of pitch-black light feathers, carrying the power to tear space, fluttering and descending from the sky…

That poignant picture made everyone hold their breath involuntarily, even Aumon Xierde, who was staring at this sky from afar.

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Every feather was burning with silent black fire.

They landed lightly on the battlefield where flesh and blood were flying, like early snow, holding a final funeral for this land of death.

However—

That was not compassionate falling snow.

They didn't come to bury all death and sin, but to turn them into raging flames and burn them once more!

Countless black light feathers fell on that wriggling meat mountain.

Without any obstruction, the moment the black light feathers touched the crystal tumor body, they made a teeth-aching sizzling sound!

That was the sound of metal being corroded!

They were like thousands of dead souls reborn, drilling into Mo Ke's body along the wounds. They not only burned the fat flesh but also tore apart his complex and greedy soul.

"Ahhh—!"

Mo Ke's huge body twitched violently, letting out a scream a hundred times shriller than when his limbs were severed just now.

His proud super-speed regeneration ability lost its effect in front of this black flame that bit the soul, and even accelerated the consumption of his power.

The newly grown flesh buds didn't have time to form before they turned into ashes, and the soul tentacles extending along with the flesh buds also perished!

The dwarf thousand-commander's eyes widened, holding the war hammer in his hand tightly, looking at the black feathers falling from the sky, his suspicious eyes full of panic.

Dwarves were most sensitive to the aura of the undead, and he could smell a trace of something bad from it, but the scream of Gerlo's god-chosen made him doubt himself.

If what fell from the sky was truly evil, why did the most blasphemous thing in front of him show such a painful expression.

At this time, a feather landed on his shield.

He held his breath and prepared, waiting for the feather to change, but found that the power was unexpectedly gentle, just plating his shield with a layer of black magic light.

Besides that, there was no other influence!

Those blessed were not just dwarves, but also those human infantry standing in the trenches, especially those Ryan Battalion soldiers who had left the trenches and were preparing to launch a charge.

A wild power swallowed the fear in their hearts, turning fear into hatred for evil, making everyone feel that their limbs were full of unprecedented power.

And those who were most affected were not those living people, but the corpses on the battlefield whose souls had not yet left.

For example, players.

Their soul mirrors were not taken away by the Demon King, but still stayed on this battlefield, waiting for the Demon King to wake them up.

Now—

They heard the horn of charge again!

Those corpses that had originally been cold, the moment they touched the black feathers falling from the sky, the wounds all over their bodies were like being scorched by fire, and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They were like phoenixes reborn from fire, broken bones reorganized in the unceasing black smoke, and torn muscles were stitched by shadows.

In less than three seconds, the players who died on the battlefield opened their eyes abruptly, and ghostly green light bloomed in their pupils!

【System prompt: You have received the blessing of the "Flame King" and obtained the temporary special state "Black Flame Corpse Ghost"!】

【State description: All attributes greatly improved, pain shielded, attacks carry soul damage, no penalty for death, duration 30 minutes!】

This line of pale blue pop-up windows jumped on the retina of all players, and the scarlet text told of the extraordinary nature of the buff.

【Mei Chuan Nei Ku】, who had just crawled out of the pile of corpses, looked at his claws and scales burning with black fire, and then looked at the brothers who stood up again around him, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Damn! There's a second stage!?"

Without even bothering to pick up the equipment on the ground, he shook his arms, which were unprecedentedly powerful, and let out an excited howl.

"Brothers! This wave is official cheating! Charge for me!!"

"Kill!!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The undead legion like a tide launched a charge again!

This time, they were even crazier, even more fearless… because everyone remembered the ten million bounty.

Watching the players launching a charge again, Long Xing Wan Li, who was stunned, had a trace of annoyance on his face.

MMP!

If he had known there was an official cheat, he would have taken the brothers up together just now!

Don't know if it's too late to commit suicide and return to heaven now…

Mo Ke, who was being tortured by black flames, looked in horror at the ants at his feet that should have died but stood up again, and became even more dangerous than before.

Especially the flames burning on those ants made him feel a trace of bone-deep fear, and suppressed his soaring appetite.

Intuition told him—

Absolutely don't throw this thing into his stomach!

Mo Ke's dull brain finally realized that this was by no means a mortal's means.

The opponent was likely the same as him, also a "true god"!

"Get out of my court! You dirty human things! And dwarf things! Lizardman things!"

Mo Ke roared, waving his claws, sweeping the large army on the ground.

However, their numbers were too many, and their speed was too fast, rushing to his feet in a few breaths, making his waving claws hesitate.

And players didn't need to worry about so much.

They used teeth, claws, and everything they could use to greet Mo Ke! Even if they couldn't see the blood bar, even if they couldn't see the hope of defeating him, they had to use this 30 minutes of free time to the extreme!

Facts proved that their attacks were not useless.

Although flesh could regenerate, the consumption of the soul couldn't be quickly compensated. Mo Ke's feeling at this moment was like ten thousand ants drilling into his body, gnawing at his heart.

"You damn maggots… I'm going to eat you all!"

Mo Ke twisted his body in a rage, but couldn't completely pull his fat body out of the heavy mountain. Continuing to evolve required more flesh and soul, but these corpses and undead burning with black flames made him unable to start, and could only endure the torment of hunger.

Just at this moment, a black line hanging on the horizon caught his attention.

He struggled to lift his huge rat head like a mountain, looking at the highest mountain peak in the distance, and his scarlet pupils also contracted in an instant.

I saw a figure wearing a cloak standing there condescendingly, holding a black holy fire in his hand, like a demon god descending.

And that black light in the sky was his eye, which was currently held in his palm!

Mo Ke screamed, his voice full of fear for an unfathomable existence.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Humility was Kelin's persona, and it had nothing to do with Luo Yan.

Not showing off when you have the chance is simply a waste of the faith that no one harvests in the mountains!

Luo Yan, who took off the mask named Kelin, didn't have the slightest concealment, his voice stirred by magic, spreading layer by layer, covering the entire battlefield.

"You can call me the Son of God."

"Or, Flame King."

Looking at Gerlo's god-chosen roaring in rage under the sky full of black feathers, Edward's face floated with a trace of surprise.

"Son of God Flame King…"

He had heard of the legend of the Flame King, and even wanted to meet that gentleman, but didn't expect the first meeting to be in the Wan Ren Mountains?!

Sir Wei Sili standing beside Edward clearly had also heard of the legend of the Flame King, and suddenly recited the poem he heard from the bard.

"…He was born in the hottest grotto of the Wan Ren Mountains, only the gushing magma witnessed the baby's crying. Thanks to the protection of the gods, he was lucky enough to survive the disaster."

Edward looked at him.

"Who?"

"Flame King." Sir Wei Sili swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at His Majesty Edward, and said in a low voice the story he heard, "I first heard this story from the bard in the tavern of Thunder City. In the mouth of that bard… the Flame King seems to have been born here!"

So that's it, this place is the Flame King's hometown!

The surprise on Edward's face gradually turned into realization.

In this way, everything became much more reasonable…

…

Edge of the nameless mountain peak, entrance to the hidden cave.

For the first time, a crack appeared on the aged and indifferent face of the Soul Sage Amon Silde, who had been observing the battle from a bird's-eye view.

The magic crystal prosthetic eye floating in his socket spun frantically, attempting to analyze the energy composition of the black feathers filling the sky, but all that was fed back was chaos and a bottomless void.

He could tell that it was something that touched upon the core research results of the Soul Sect, yet it was different from their own research.

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"Flame King..."

Amon whispered, chewing on the name.

Fragments of information regarding the "Flame King" had indeed circulated within the Academy's intelligence network; it was a heretical deity that had briefly appeared in places like Silver Pine Town, a false god worshipped by ignorant villagers, which later saw a resurgence in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng... until the Inquisition arrived.

Yet, he never imagined that this mysterious powerhouse would appear here, standing alongside the allied forces of the three races.

As he carefully ruminated on the clues from those rumored fragments, peeling back the layers, the astonishment in Amon's eyes gradually transformed into realization.

So that was it.

The legendary Flame King was actually an ally of Kelin!

Having figured this out, the heaviness on Amon's face gradually turned into a touch of excitement, though that excitement quickly shifted into wariness.

No wonder this guy dared to challenge the Kingdom of Lei En, ignored the Academy's warnings, and even repeatedly danced on the edge of the Grand Sage's patience...

Amon quickly redrew a portrait of Prince Kelin in his mind; this person was not only a gifted noble scholar but also an unfathomable careerist.

There was not a shred of reverence for Saint Xisi in his heart, making him no different from the mages in the Mage Tower. And to achieve his goals, he would even go so far as to ally with heretics, betraying the vows he had made before Saint Xisi...

Originally, only mages who believed in nothing would do such things.

It seems—

He had still underestimated that young man.

It must be said that the Sage's analytical ability was on point, at least guessing eighty percent of it. However, it was just his luck that the twenty percent he didn't guess was the most critical part.

Amon thought he had seen through Kelin's true face and the Flame King's strength, yet he never imagined that the two were actually the same person.

Furthermore, these two personas were merely a fraction of the many masks worn by Luo Yan.

On the other side, in the center of the battlefield, Ailin also sensed the pitch-black figure on the mountain peak, her nerves tightening involuntarily.

A terrifying aura was radiating from there.

And behind that terrifying aura, the massive amount of magic power, nearly overflowing, far exceeded the Kelin she was familiar with!

"... What terrifying power." She whispered to herself, momentarily not knowing where to point her sword.

As a God-Chosen who possessed both the Holy bloodline and the Profane bloodline, her perception was sharper than anyone else's. Yet, it was precisely because of this keen perception that she was currently plunged into unprecedented confusion.

The moment that aura enveloped the battlefield, an indescribable sense of familiarity struck her heart like lightning. That power, carrying a faint trace of evil within its scorching heat, was exactly like the magic Prince Kelin had used when they faced Kailan together in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng.

She still remembered Kelin's explanation at the time: it was a secret art of the Gutafu Kingdom, a black holy fire woven from ancient dragon language.

She did not doubt Kelin, but what made her heart leap with shock was that the Flame King standing on the mountain peak now not only used power similar to Prince Kelin's, but also bore a startling resemblance to "Luo Yan," the mysterious person who had bestowed her with the Embrace in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng!

Why?

Ailin's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, her mind in chaos.

Could it be that the mysterious Luo Yan, this Flame King before her, and her beloved... had some unknown connection?

But how could this be possible?!

One was a demon more evil than the Demon King, one was a savage born in the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, and the other was an Imperial Prince from the Gana Continent.

Ailin felt her brain burning.

Yet, just as she was about to grasp something, a pitch-black light feather happened to land on her shoulder.

She instinctively wanted to mobilize the Holy Light to resist this seemingly evil power, but the expected burning and rejection did not occur.

The black flame merged into her body without any obstruction; not only did it not harm her, but it actually made her feel an unprecedented sense of comfort.

"Mm..." Ailin couldn't help but let out a low moan.

The feeling was like jumping into a warm spring in the midst of ice and snow, or like falling into someone's embrace on a night at Gladstone Castle.

Power surged through her veins, instantly washing away all fatigue and filling her body with an unprecedentedly pure strength.

Ailin looked in surprise at the "Light of Praise" in her hand; that holy and brilliant sword was now entwined with a layer of eerie black flame.

Light and darkness, two diametrically opposed forces, had achieved a perfect symbiosis at this moment, entwining with each other.

"Roar—!"

Mo Ke let out a roar of fury.

The black feathers filling the sky suppressed his regeneration, leaving him completely reduced to a piece of rotting meat waiting to be slaughtered; he had to eat the only thing in front of him that he could.

Even if she looked "dirty" too.

The window of opportunity was fleeting.

The confusion in Ailin's eyes was instantly replaced by determination. Bathed in the black divine grace, her silver hair danced wildly in the airflow, transforming into countless swimming silver dragons.

"It's over!"

She leaped high, like a bolt of black and white lightning, the holy sword in her hand carrying the momentum to split mountains, severing Mo Ke's claw that had lunged at her with a single strike.

Almost at the same time, Luo Yan, standing on the mountain peak, extended his right hand into the air, his pale index finger lifting slightly upward.

The black flames raging across the earth seemed to hear a monarch's decree, instantly converging from wild, wandering black pythons into a hand of black flame that blotted out the sky!

In Luo Yan's field of vision, the black hand rising in the distance coincided perfectly with his slightly raised index finger.

A smile curled the corners of his mouth beneath the mask, and Luo Yan flipped his right palm.

"Netherworld Earth-Shattering Finger—"

As the finger descended, it was as if the gates of hell had opened; ten thousand feet of black flame transformed into endless chains, biting into the God-Chosen of Geluo who had drilled out from the mountain.

Crack—!

The sound of bones shattering was teeth-grinding, and it wasn't just bones that were breaking, but also the twisted faces crawling all over Mo Ke's body.

Like shattered pustules, black blood seeped from their mouths and noses, smearing the purple-black crystal tumor even more grotesquely.

The black mist contracted under the burning of the black flames.

In the wails of the "Soul-Shatterer" Mo Ke, there was finally a trace of bone-deep terror, as if he had once again become that little mouse cowering at Geluo's feet.

He finally realized that he was just a false god dressed in borrowed robes, and finally realized how far he was from a true deity.

In the face of that soul-burning wrath, the useless flesh hanging on him could not bring him even the slightest sense of security.

Even—

It became a burden to his escape.

The flames burned open the skin on Mo Ke's chest.

Amidst the interweaving of light and darkness, Ailin, her momentum undiminished, continued upward, piercing through the barrier of thick fog, the light in her hand piercing through Mo Ke's heart, which was gradually exposed.

In an instant, the entire sky fell silent; the irritable monster stopped struggling and wailing, and the fire of greed burning in its eyes extinguished like smoke and dust.

The massive body slowly plummeted toward the torn mountains, gradually disintegrating in the unceasing black flames, turning into burning chunks of carrion.

Everyone on the battlefield had never seen such a spectacular scene; whether players or "NPCs," all stopped what they were doing, as if wanting to imprint the image into their minds.

"Awesome..." Hu Wan couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

And Ye Zhiqiu stared intently at the sky, his bone staff gripped tightly, emitting a faint creaking sound.

Too strong!

That terrifying power... made him feel as if his soul in reality was trembling.

However, there was no fear in his heart, only excitement.

One day, he too would become a mage like that!

Mages harboring such thoughts were everywhere; the mages of the Graveyard were, after all, not quite the same as the mages of the Academy.

Even though both sides had their own heaven-defying aspects, the players' bottom line was relatively high, at least the players standing here were.

It was unclear who shouted "Victory," but soon the sound transformed into shouts and battle cries across the mountains and plains, echoing in the mountains near the Court of Flesh.

At the edge of the battlefield, Amon watched the vast dust stirred up by Mo Ke's fall, his expression so gloomy it was as if it could drip water.

However, he did not make a move.

The strength of a God-Chosen could not be calculated solely by their level of transcendent power; one also had to consider the power of artifacts and the protection within their bloodline.

Facing a God-Chosen warrior at the peak of their momentum, plus that unfathomable "Flame King," and Kelin who had yet to make a move, plus tens of thousands of high-morale allied troops... even as a Grandmaster, he had no certainty of victory.

No, to be precise, there was no chance of winning at all.

For a Sage who weighed gains and risks equally on a scale, taking risks was the most foolish behavior.

"You won this time, Kelin."

But, he hadn't exactly lost either.

Amon took a deep look at the direction of the mountain peak, his figure gradually fading into the shadows, like a water stain wiped from a glass window.

At least, he had figured out this guy's trump card. And that murky relationship with a heretical deity would be the Imperial Prince's greatest weakness.

The valley resounded with earth-shaking cheers, and Xiao Yu Gao Zhi excitedly hugged the thigh of Long Xing Wan Li.

"Brother! Brother Long! Is the reward still valid?"

Looking at this shameless guy, Wan Li couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Go ask the Demon King to get it!"

Long Xingbai Li: "Pfft..."

Gou Shi: "Demon King: If I really come, you won't be happy... manual funny face."

In the distance, the black flames raging at Mo Ke's feet gradually extinguished, and those burnt undead also turned into dust.

The way they disappeared without a sound deeply shocked the Dwarf Vanguard Commander on the front line, as well as the clansmen behind him.

It was true that dwarves were the mortal enemies of the undead.

But at this moment, he decided to remove them from the Book of Grudges and erect a monument for these warriors who had died and returned.

These Dragon-born were true heroes.

To save a group of people who had nothing to do with them, they stepped onto this land without hesitation and scattered their ashes here forever.

Ailin stood on Mo Ke's remains, sheathing her sword.

She looked up at the figure turning to leave on the mountain peak, her eyes filled with both gratitude and a trace of imperceptible bewilderment.

Was this massive aura of the undead really the power of the Dragon God?

She remembered that in ancient legends, the Dragon God and the God of the Netherworld seemed to be mortal enemies...

On another position in the distance, King Tie Xu Jiasita of the Mountain Kingdom was leaning on his warhammer, his thick eyebrows locked in a frown.

Behind him, several dwarf generals and courtiers were exchanging uncertain glances.

They had all seen what their allies had just used...

Only Lord Kui Ting Tong Lu did not participate in the conversation.

Although he didn't know what relationship the Gutafu Kingdom had with the undead, he had long known that the Campbells were in league with the undead.

He was right next to Kelin that night and had seen with his own eyes Princess Ailin returning to the tent accompanied by Theresa.

She hadn't used the perfume to mask her aura at that time, and he could smell that scent belonging to the Blood Clan from far away.

Just as he was feeling conflicted, a dwarf general couldn't help but speak up.

"Your Majesty, that power..."

"Shut up."

Tie Xu barked, interrupting his subordinate's speech.

As a dwarf who had lived for hundreds of years, he only looked rugged, but he wasn't truly as stubborn as a stone.

After glancing at the collapsing Court of Flesh, he then looked at the lizardman allies cheering for victory.

Even without Kelin's explanation, he found a suitable excuse for them in an instant.

"That is a secret art of the Gutafu Kingdom, woven with ancient dragon language... a 'Seal', yes, that's right, I remember reading it like that."

The dwarf priest standing nearby stared at his King in a daze, but ultimately swallowed the retort that had surged to his lips.

What else could he do?

Tell the dwarves they had been cooperating with the undead for three months?

What would happen to the Book of Grudges?

Besides, the war was already over, and what needed to be done next was to divide the territory of the Carrion Clan. Reasonably and logically, they had no reason to pick another fight.

Tie Xu scanned his ministers with a warning look, his voice low.

"Keep all those speculations in your heads and let them rot! As long as that flame burns our enemies, it is a holy fire. Didn't the humans say it themselves? That thing is called some kind of Holy Spirit... just go with their explanation!"

The battlefield gradually returned to calm, with only the black feathers filling the sky still drifting down slowly, like snow falling to celebrate the victory.

Standing in the distant rear, Vivian watched the scene before her with obsession, the expression on her face becoming increasingly fanatical, wishing she could dance amidst those black flames.

Without a doubt—

That was her brother!

Regardless of whether others could tell, she recognized him at a glance!

Vivian's little head couldn't help but start working again; she had to find a way to make the Demon King use his full strength against her.

It was very obvious—

That giant hand composed of source power was not the magic he was truly proficient in.

With a solemn expression on her face, Xue Nite, cloaked in a blood-cross cape, left the knights beside her and walked behind her little mistress, Vivian.

Her lowered bangs covered the long, sharp corners of her eyes, and she lowered her voice to speak.

"Your Highness..."

Vivian responded softly, clearly not yet having recovered from the lingering excitement.

"What is it?"

Xue Nite hesitated slightly, but ultimately spoke.

"Are you sure... Kelin is really your brother?"

She knew she shouldn't ask such sensitive questions; whether it was true or not, the internal affairs of the Kelin family were not something an outsider could interfere with.

However, that terrifying power always gave her a strange feeling, as if the Demon God himself had made a move just now...

This sounded like a good thing, but it was actually a major taboo.

After all, what demons said was often the exact opposite of what they actually did, including their respect for the Demon God.

No demon hoped that the Demon God, who had gone who knows where, would reappear, just as no human noble hoped that the Emperor would truly stand up from the throne and break the balance and tacit understanding they had spent hundreds of years forming.

Of course, Xue Nite did not suspect that Councilor Luo Yan was the Demon God; that would be too absurd.

What she was truly puzzled by was who had taught him that thing that looked like magic but was a bit different...

The inheritance of power was often related to factions.

It couldn't be that Councilor Luo Yan had figured it out himself, or learned it from humans, could it?

Vivian was slightly stunned, not knowing if she had caught Xue Nite's implication, and suddenly flew into a rage.

"You want to steal Vivian's brother too?!"

Xue Nite was stunned, unable to process this erratic line of thought, and hurriedly explained.

"No, I mean..."

"You are not allowed to tell outsiders about this, including my family."

Vivian's voice suddenly turned cold, her delicate little face having fallen at some point, and not a trace of joking could be seen anymore.

"If I hear anyone mention it elsewhere, you know the consequences."

Facing those scarlet pupils, Xue Nite felt a chill in her heart and hurriedly knelt on one knee, a drop of cold sweat crawling onto her forehead.

"Yes... Your Highness, please do not misunderstand, I am forever loyal to you, my heart and blood belong to you forever."

"Kuku-ku... is that so? Then I will be watching you. Also, my interests and stance are consistent with the Demon King's, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." Xue Nite buried her head lower, not daring to breathe loudly in front of the future Blood Clan Prince.

"Good that you understand."

Vivian gave her guard a meaningful look, then, as if nothing had happened, hummed a light tune and walked away.