In the necromancer's eyes, as long as he could defeat and annihilate that Lesser Demon Lord, he could take its place and become the new ruler of this region.
After all, the Undead Legion under his command was in no way inferior to that unfortunate Lesser Demon Lord he had set his sights on, whether in quantity or quality.
Demons in The Abyss never cared who their ruler was. They only cared whether their ruler was strong enough.
Here, any being with sufficient strength was qualified to contend for the position of Demon Lord.
Just as Moros's spell ritual was about to be completed, a strange ripple suddenly spread through the space around the Charon-class Light Frigate.
"Warning! An unknown powerful demon is forcibly tearing through the spatial barrier!"
The Artificial Soul Aggregate controlling the Charon-class Light Frigate sent an alert to its master through the emergency communication system inside the bridge.
Hearing the Artificial Soul Aggregate's urgent report, Moros's incantation faltered slightly.
He swiftly and decisively interrupted the ongoing spell ritual, focusing all his attention on the unknown threat that was about to arrive.
With the keen instincts he had gained from undergoing four transformations in life level, Moros could clearly sense that the being attempting to tear open the spatial barrier and descend near his flagship possessed extraordinary power.
It was a terrifying pressure that surpassed ordinary demons, enough to make any being foolish enough to underestimate it pay the price.
A Lesser Demon Lord?
As he pondered silently, solemnity and vigilance flashed in the necromancer's eyes.
Without hesitation, he issued a series of commands, ordering the Undead Troops and the Artificial Soul Aggregate controlling the Charon-class Light Frigate to immediately enter combat readiness.
At the same time, he cast a series of defensive spells at the fastest