"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Dense roars rang out through the air.
It was as if, at this moment, even the will of the Abyss was celebrating for Charles.
Zarlos, who had been sprawled atop the spired tower, suddenly whipped his head around toward where Charles was.
There, he sensed an even more powerful aura, one that nearly made him tremble.
The other demons reacted even more noticeably. They could not even keep their footing, each of them being pressed down by the steadily intensifying pressure until they could barely rise.
Zarlos cried out in despair, Impossible, it can't be!
"No! Don't tell me that old bastard Charles has really become a fifth-tier Demon Lord!?"
Zarlos stared fixedly at the core tower.
At last, beneath the astonished gazes of countless demons, a majestic figure slowly emerged.
His massive body was like a small mountain.
His dark-red form seemed covered in blazing fire, flames burning around him without cease.
Clumps of molten lava that had yet to solidify slid down from his body.
All the Ratmen around him dropped to their knees, crying out fervently.
Charles was gradually raising his pressure, slowly releasing his power.
Buzz—buzz—buzz—
That pressure had almost condensed into something tangible.
It spread outward in rippling circles. No matter what rank of demon they were, under this pressure, they all found it difficult to breathe.
Charles slowly spoke, his booming voice spreading through the surroundings. "My demon followers!"
"Your moment of glory has arrived!"
"I have become a Demon Lord!"
"Now... kneel before me!"
Crash—
Countless demons fell to their knees in waves.
Demons were not loyal, but they knew which way the wind blew.
Charles's overwhelming might and terrifying appearance filled many demons with worship.
Mark, who had originally been in his warehouse, trembled as he walked out and