Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

A surge of overwhelming ghostly energy swept through the entire Lord's mansion in an instant.

For a moment, every ghost soldier and spirit in the mansion was left in stunned disbelief.

Even their very souls trembled in fear.

The power of the Holy Emperor!

In life, Magnus Nightshade had been a Holy Emperor, and even in death, his strength had barely diminished.

That's why he was able to become the Lord of Ereboth, ruling with an iron fist.

And that's why every ghost in the city feared and revered him.

Even without lifting a finger, the chilling aura of the Holy Emperor's power was enough to freeze them to the bone, making them feel as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.

"What happened to the young lady? The Lord is furious!"

"I don't know, but we should get far away. If we get caught up in this, a single glance from the Lord could turn us to dust."

The ghosts in the mansion, terrified and bewildered, quickly scrambled to hide, not daring to get any closer.

In the sky, a majestic, armored spirit floated down, radiating an aura so imposing that it rivaled even the power of a Holy Emperor.

Magnus's eyes were filled with seething rage.

He had sensed two powerful life forces.

He never would have imagined that the man his daughter had brought into the mansion as her husband was actually a living being in disguise.

"What did you just say?" he growled, glaring at the terrified maid below.

"Lady Elara… Lady Elara was killed! She was killed by those two!" The maid, trembling in fear, pointed toward Timothy and Sylvia.

Magnus's expression flickered with shock, but it didn't take long for him to realize that he could no longer sense Elara's presence. All that remained was a faint, shattered remnant of her soul.

"Killed… she was killed."

At that moment, Magnus's face froze in disbelief.

For so many years, even though Elara was an Umbral Body who needed to constantly consume souls, he had always been able to keep her safe.

He had thought that bringing a husband into the mansion would provide Elara with a long-term source of sustenance.

But never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that this decision would lead to her death!

"Damn it!"

Whether in life or death, Magnus, a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, had never suffered such a crushing defeat.

Now, he was consumed by fury.

"You little girl, don't think I don't know who you are.

You're Sylvia, the rising star of the Elant Continent, known as the Goddess of Sky Sanctuary, feared by all.

But now, your power and body have reverted to that of a child. What do you have left to fight me with?

Are you planning to rely on that pathetic guy next to you, who's barely at the Ocean's Gate level?

Today, I'm going to tear you both to pieces!"

His roar was laced with the terrifying power of the Holy Emperor, accompanied by an overwhelming surge of ghostly energy.

The entire sky seemed to be swallowed by the thick, oppressive ghostly aura.

It was so powerful, so awe-inspiring, that it spread in all directions, blanketing the area.

Not just within the Lord's mansion, but even the countless ghosts in Ereboth looked up at the sky, their faces filled with shock.

Under the crushing pressure, countless ghosts couldn't help but tremble, their souls quaking as they hurried to flee.

"The Lord is furious!"

"I've never seen the Lord this angry before. Who could have provoked him like this?"

"Whoever angered the Lord is as good as dead!"

As they gazed at the sky, the ghosts of Ereboth were filled with fear and dread, unable to imagine the terrible fate awaiting the ones who had enraged Magnus to such an extent.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Sylvia might not be able to fight right now, but she's got someone else to protect her."

As Timothy stood in front of Sylvia's small frame, he smiled faintly, his eyes fixed on Magnus, who was radiating the overwhelming power of a Holy Emperor from above.

"Even though his body is dead, he was a Holy Emperor in life. Don't be reckless..." Sylvia glanced at Timothy with a hint of concern.

But despite what seemed like a reckless move, seeing him stand in front of her made her heart race. As a Holy Emperor herself, she had always been the one protecting others. When had anyone ever stood up to protect her?

Yet now, Timothy's back seemed like an immovable mountain, radiating a sense of warmth and safety, making her feel an unexpected trust.

For a moment, Sylvia stopped in her tracks, her gaze lingering on his back, her clear eyes sparkling as if they were catching the light.

Magnus sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You? Do you really think that just because my body is dead, my power has diminished?

You're nothing but a pathetic Ocean's Gate-level fool. I could turn you to dust with a flick of my hand.

You dared to harm my daughter. Today, you'll all die here!"

Magnus's fury and killing intent were now completely unrestrained.

To him, Timothy's actions were nothing short of mockery.

No matter what, Magnus had already decided to obliterate him with the most brutal methods possible.

Suddenly, an immense surge of ghostly energy erupted from Magnus. His soul was enveloped in a thick, oppressive aura.

The wind howled, and within it, countless ghostly figures seemed to emerge.

In life, Magnus had been a Holy Emperor, but in death, he had continued to cultivate through ghostly methods.

Because of this, his power hadn't diminished—it had grown stronger.

As a ghost, he had become a ruler of the Netherworld, his strength now surpassing what it had been in life.

"You killed my daughter, and now you'll pay with your lives.

Not only will I turn you to dust, but before that, I'll make sure you suffer the agony of having your souls whipped and torn apart!"

Magnus's eyes were bloodshot, his rage boiling over.

In an instant, the soul energy around him expanded several times over.

Like a beast descending from the mountains, the ghostly wind roared, surging downward.

Within the wind, thousands of vengeful spirits appeared, their forms twisted and grotesque.

Their deaths had clearly been horrific.

As they were swept along by the wind, they wailed and screamed, rushing toward Timothy and Sylvia.

Their blood-red mouths opened wide, locking onto their targets, as if they intended to devour them whole, turning them into nothing more than sustenance.

"Die!"

Magnus's lips curled into a crazed smile as his ghostly energy continued to pour into the wind and the bodies of the spirits.

It was as if he was burning his own power, endlessly expanding the terrifying scene of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

The chilling, eerie wind filled the entire sky, and the wails of the spirits echoed throughout Ereboth.

"The Lord is using such terrifying power!"

"The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons... No one has ever survived when the Lord unleashes his ghost soldiers!"

For a moment, countless ghosts were struck with fear, their faces pale with terror.

For a long time, many ghosts had harbored resentment toward Magnus.

But because of his terrifying strength, not a single one had dared to oppose him.

And now...

Countless ghosts stared in shock at Timothy, who stood beneath the oncoming wave of ghost soldiers.

Yet, to their surprise, Timothy didn't seem afraid at all!