Viscount, the Age of Dragons Has Arrived!

Well, a long, long time ago, Hell rejected them. Accepting them would mean going against the gods. Although Death was not afraid of the gods, he did not want to start a war with them for no reason.

Forced by circumstances, the Fallen Angel chose the Abyss, and it took them nearly a hundred years to gain a foothold there. It took them another hundred years to become the Abyss Royalty. During that time, the Abyss was full of powerful figures.

There were even demon gods walking in the abyss, back when the dragon race had not yet disappeared.

wrong.

Hell is now accepting the souls of their Fallen Angel race. Could it be that a rift has formed between Hell and the divine realm? No, that can't be right. The relationship between Hell and the divine realm has never been good to begin with.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, I'm going to hell soon, so I can learn about the relationship between hell and the divine realm when I get there.

Justin's gaze fell on Lance, and he realized that even with his strength, he couldn't see through the true face of this Grim Reaper from Hell.

Something's strange.

If even a random grim reaper in Hell possesses such power, then Hell's foundation is terrifyingly strong.

The Grim Reaper who led him was strange.

Why can't I see your true face?

Why do you want to see my true face?

"I'm curious about what the Grim Reaper who guides you on the other side of Hell looks like, and I'm also curious about which race you belong to. Abyss Demon Race? Human? Elf? Dwarf? Okay, you're not a dwarf, dwarves don't have legs that long."

"Time is up."

"What time is it?"

Before Justin could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of a black scythe slicing through the air out of the corner of his eye. For a fleeting moment, he felt his body become lighter.

It wasn't an illusion; his body did indeed feel lighter, because he was floating in the sky.

The Death God Scythe, led the way ahead. Filled with doubt, he glanced down instinctively and saw himself.

Sometime later, he was lying back in the rocking chair.

Two or three members of their tribe appeared beside them.

They were waving their arms and crying out.

That was his body. He's dead?

His clansmen couldn't see his soul? It must be the power of hell that prevented them from seeing it. But it doesn't matter; he's already confessed everything he needed to.

If he hadn't had his domain, the Divine Kingdom, stripped away, he could have lived for at least several hundred more years.

It's pointless.

If the domain [Divine Kingdom] is not separated, the domain Divine Kingdom will perish along with him hundreds of years later.

The beings in the divine realm were his children, and he did not want to see his newly born children perish along with him.

Entrusting the realm of the divine kingdom to the future of the race can be considered the last thing he did for the Fallen Angel race.

The Abyss is about to begin the war for the Demon Emperor. Although that little guy in the clan has been hiding his strength, the Black Dragonkin Lance has been hiding even more.

If that little guy can integrate his divine kingdom into her domain, he might not necessarily lose when facing Lance, his greatest threat, in the future.

After last night's probing, he felt that Lance would become the greatest enemy of all the royal successors in the Abyss.

The abyss, which has been calm for tens of thousands of years, is finally about to enter an era of chaos once again. Good, it's time to see who is qualified to unify the Various Royal Families after tens of thousands of years of accumulation.

Thinking of this, Justin's mind was once again filled with the image of Lance. He always felt that Lance, this Black Dragonkin, had the greatest potential to become the Abyss Demon Emperor.

Sigh. I acted impulsively.

If they had known that Lance possessed such combat power, these old guys shouldn't have rushed to test Lance last night.

I don't know which bastard projected their battle onto the entire abyss.

If their battle hadn't been projected, the War of the Demon Emperor wouldn't have started so suddenly.

I don't want to think about it anymore.

Lance said a few good things: children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

The new generation pushes the old one aside, and new people replace the old in this ever-changing world.

The future of the abyss belongs to those little guys.

However, their future might be controlled by Lance for a period of time. "Do you have any last words? If you do, I can give you some time."

"That's all, let's go."

Lance, whose true form was hidden beneath his Lance robe, nodded and transformed into a wisp of Black Mist, carrying Justin away from the Angel Royal City and flying towards a dark, unknown region. There, he found an entrance to Hell, Death God Solomon awaited him.

Death God Solomon, wanted to see if he was really about to get Promotion and Salary Increase.

Before long, Lance brought Justin to a lifeless, dark area.

Upon entering the center of the dark area, a black and red passage appeared out of thin air.

From time to time, grotesque ghost faces and terrifying, ear-piercing roars and howls would appear in the dark Black Mist passage.

Justin is Fallen Angel, Lance is a black dragon; neither of them took these Evil Spirit seriously.

"We've arrived. The other side of the black and red passage is hell."

"Then why did you suddenly stop? Are you afraid of the Evil Spirit in the passage?"

Powerful Evil Spirit can kill the Grim Reaper who guides you from hell.

Whether it's a guide to death or Level One Death God, their strengths are different. It's not surprising that they might be killed when they encounter a powerful Evil Spirit.

"Death will come to take you away soon. I have other things to do, so I won't be going back to hell for now."

Justin glanced at Lance with a puzzled look. When he was an angel, he had also come into contact with the Grim Reaper of Hell a few times. At that time, he could see the true face of the Grim Reaper of Hell.

"They're here."

An elderly man dressed in a black Swallow-tailed Coat walked through the passage amidst a black and red mist and appeared at the entrance to hell.

Lance was speechless when he saw who it was; he had been stood up.

Death God Solomon, didn't come; instead, the Lich Brandon, did.

Why.

He even said he wanted to ask Death God Solomon, for an advance on a thousand years' worth of wages, but it seems that idea will have to be postponed.

Wearing a black Swallow-tailed Coat and with a full head of silver hair, Brandon appeared at the entrance to Hell, his right hand on his chest, kneeling on one knee. "Brandon greets Lord Lance. Lord Lance, that lord has been summoned to a meeting and cannot come. That lord has sent me here to greet this Fallen Angel."

"There's no need for such a bow. Get up."

"It is necessary."

After replying, Brandon, with his full head of silver hair, stood up and looked at Lance respectfully. He hadn't expected to meet this lord so soon.

The successor to Death God Solomon, the Grim Reaper, was highly regarded by him.

When they talked, Death God Solomon, the Grim Reaper, mentioned this person as if he were talking about an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

He could tell from the tone of his voice that Death God Solomon, did not regard this man as a subordinate.

"Lord Lance, is there anything you would like me to convey to that lord?"

"Yes, go back and ask Solomon if I can get an advance on a thousand years' worth of wages. I'm really short of money lately."

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After a brief silence, Brandon laughed. Only this person dared to say such a thing. Other Trainee Death God would not have the courage or the treatment to do so.

"Alright, I'll ask for Lord Lance, but in the end, I'm afraid Lord Lance will have to confirm with that person himself."

"Um."

Lance nodded and took off the hood.

Brandon had revealed his identity. Justin had been watching him for a long time, and at this point, he didn't mind letting Justin know that he was the Grim Reaper.

Anyway, he's gone to hell, he'll find out sooner or later.

The black mist swirling around his face dissipated, revealing his true appearance.

"How... how could it be you? How come you're the Grim Reaper from Hell? You..."

Justin was somewhat incoherent. He was truly shocked by Lance's identity as the Grim Reaper of Hell. This guy was not only the Emperor of the Small Underworld, but now he was also the Grim Reaper of Hell.

Judging from the attitude of the old human at the entrance to the Hell Passage towards Lance, Lance seems to have some status in Hell. No wonder this guy looks down on the position of the highest-ranking official of the Judgment Royal Court.

wrong.

He likely acquired his identity as the Grim Reaper of Hell after leaving the Abyss.

Trainee Death God contracted by Hell? No, that's not right. Trainee Death God contracted by Hell don't have such a high status.

The Grim Reaper of Hell saw that it was impossible for him to bow to him.

"Don't be shocked. I'm just looking for a job to support my family. You know I don't have any connections or money. Naturally, I need to find a job with a strong background to protect me. Even if they can't, at least I'll have a way out if something happens to me. But you, Archangel Justin, why did you die so suddenly?"

Is it polite of you to ask this question?

"Just a bit curious."

"I have separated the Domain God Kingdom."

Lance's face showed a look of sudden realization. If the domain is removed, then this situation will indeed occur.

"Send me back! I don't want to die."

"???"

Lance was amused. Life and death could be so casual? "Tell me your last wishes, and I'll help you fulfill them after I leave this place."

"I will unite all the old men of the royal family and use forbidden Demonic Artifact to completely annihilate you in the abyss."

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Is it really necessary? There's no enmity between us, why be so ruthless? Uniting all the old guys from the royal family and even using forbidden Demonic Artifact, even if they don't die, they'll be seriously injured.

This is the best-case scenario; the worst-case scenario is that he's sealed away for thousands or tens of thousands of years. "You're terrifying! You not only concealed your strength, but also your identity. You're not only the Grim Reaper of Hell, but also... little little..."

A thick, dark fog suddenly appeared around Justin, and he was quickly obscured by it.

Lance entered the thick, dark fog, walked up to Justin, and prepared to erase some of Justin's memories.

Forgot about the old man seeing the Small Underworld holding up his idol and calling him the Great Emperor.

He went to hell, and if word gets out, he'll probably be wanted by hell immediately.

Perhaps Death God Solomon, will personally find him and demand an explanation.

That's too much trouble.

"How about forgetting about the incident where the Small Underworld Soul Retriever holding up a statue and claiming to be the Small Underworld Emperor?"

Justin, who had been deprived of his five senses, first heard Lance's words, and then he found that he could see Lance again.

"Are you afraid that hell will come after you?"

"You're overthinking it. I just don't want Hell to misunderstand me. You've seen that I don't have a good impression of the Small Underworld. If you promise me that you won't spread this when you go to Hell, I won't erase this part of your memory."

I find it impolite to erase other people's memories arbitrarily, and I don't do it intentionally unless absolutely necessary.

"You want to erase my memory?"

"If you're worried about the hassle, erasing your memory is easier and less troublesome."

Justin didn't speak. He stared at Lance for a while, his gaze fixed on the thick Lance, dark fog around him. He could only hear Lance's words and voice.

If you look away from Lance, you can't see anything; it's as if you've become blind.

There was no sound at all.

It was pitch black underfoot, with no sense of solid ground beneath my feet.

It felt like stepping on a soft cloud.

What kind of ability is this? He had never heard of anyone in the God Realm who possessed such a strange ability, nor had he heard of the Seven Demon Gods of the Abyss or any other demon god having this ability.

Is this ability really something a low-ranking Demon Race could possess?

No, Lance looks completely human now!

Is this guy Black Dragonkin or a human? Hiding his strength, hiding his identity... Could this bastard even be hiding his own race? Thinking of this, Justin suddenly felt a little sorry for the heirs of the Various Royal Families of the Abyss.

For more than two thousand years, their understanding of Lance has remained limited to his identity as the Black Dragonkin Lance.

I know absolutely nothing else about him.

Lance was different; he knew the successors of the Various Royal Families of the Abyss, even if he didn't know their current true strength.

With his current strength, he is not afraid of their hidden power.

It seems the throne of the Abyss Demon Emperor is truly going to fall to Lance.

"Are you human? Or Black Dragonkin?"

"It's all my fault. At a time like this, why are you bothered by this?" Lance continued, "Do you agree to forget that I am the Small Underworld Emperor?"

"If you're not, then why are you bothered by this?"

"Too much trouble, forget it. It's better to just erase your memories. Don't worry, as the Grim Reaper of Hell, I have hellish magic to erase soul memories."

"I agree to forget that you are the Small Underworld Emperor."

Lance stared at Justin for a while, then nodded. "I believe you, so I won't make you swear. You're dead now, so you probably don't have the energy to cause trouble anymore. When you get to hell, I'll have Death God Solomon invite you for tea."

The Black Mist that had enveloped Lance and Justin dissipated.

Brandon was still waiting at the entrance to hell. When he saw Lance, he didn't urge him or ask what had just happened.

Lord Lance is not the kind of person who is scheming and enjoys plotting messy conspiracies.

"Rest assured, Archangel Justin. I will not become a formidable enemy of your Fallen Angel race, nor will I become a formidable enemy of any royal family in the Abyss."

As for the Demon Emperor Position, I have absolutely no interest in it.

"You didn't even covet the Demon Emperor Position? Then you're even more terrifying. The entire Abyss misjudged you, and you've deceived the entire Abyss."

Unable to bear it any longer, Lance kicked Justin into the Hell Passage; the old man's imagination was ridiculously vivid.

Brandon smiled and bowed to Lance, then led the Fallen Angel Justin deeper into the passage, where the Hell Passage disappeared.

Lance saw the Diamond Cutter. Saint Lan had sent him a message: [Viscount, the Age of Dragons has arrived!]