The Undead Demon Domain.
The Undead Demon Palace.
Its deepest chamber.
There were no mountains of corpses or seas of bones here. Instead, it resembled an ultramodern laboratory filled with futuristic technology.
Pale metal walls gleamed coldly. Dense streams of data and soul waveforms flowed across countless complex screens. Strange devices operated in silence: some held powerful Demon Race organs suspended in fluid, while others sealed away twisted, wailing souls.
Undead Demon God Axel Kingston stood before a massive Cultivation Tank.
Dressed in a spotless Black Robe, he had a pale, handsome face and looked like a scholar absorbed in his research.
Only his eyes, deep as an abyss, occasionally flashed with the cold indifference of one who held life and death in his hands and understood the soul.
Axel was adjusting the settings on the Cultivation Tank with intense focus. Suspended inside was an impossibly perfect Demon Race body, connected to countless fine Energy Lines that seemed to be altering its very essence.
"Good. That's it! Closer and closer to perfection!"
Axel gazed at the body in the Cultivation Tank, utterly entranced.
He had endured countless failures.
The body before him was the closest any subject had come to success.
"Next, I'll transfer my soul into this body. Free of the shackles of bloodline, I'll become a truly free being!"
Axel's eyes reddened. He looked almost deranged.
Just then, an urgent, panicked Mental Wave came from outside the laboratory.
A Lich Elder in a black robe rushed in, stumbling and scrambling. Pale Undead Flame danced in his dark, hollow eye sockets. Clutching a pile of objects, he threw himself to the floor and let out a shrill wail.
"Demon God Lord! Undead Demon God Lord! Disaster has struck! That madman Blood Demon God Bradwell! He... he took one subordinate