The demon race, whether on the front lines or on the island, suddenly felt their bloodlines tremble. They all turned toward the royal palace on Demon King Island. "How is this possible? His Majesty the Demon King has fallen."
The demons stood rooted to the spot. They sensed the Demon King's death, yet immediately afterward, they sensed the birth of a new king.
"Too fast." They stared expressionlessly in the direction of Demon King Island.
Under normal circumstances, there would be at least ten years between two generations of Demon Kings. Before the old king died, a new king could not be born. This was an ironclad law embedded in the demon race's bloodline.
The Demon King's power lay hidden within every demon's body. Only when the old Demon King died could a new Demon King be born.
Their emotions were indifferent. They felt no sorrow over the old king's death, nor joy at the new king's ascension.
In the autumn of 221 in the Imperial calendar, Exar's Hess City estate received a letter from Demon King Island. It contained only a brief message: Mel was doing well, and they were to prepare for the campaign against Gard.
"So, you kidnapped me just to make me the Demon King?" Mel sat on the throne of Demon King Island.
For the first time, he clearly felt what it meant to be the Demon King. It was as though, with a single thought, he could command every demon in the world.
This suppression of bloodlines was like countless invisible threads connecting him to every demon. Even some members of the mixed-blood demon race would be affected when the demon blood in them was dominant.
"So, are you planning to leave, or follow me?" Mel felt the incomparably abundant magic power within him