Chapter 725: Chapter 105 Ashen Empire’s Emperor and the Devil Chapter 725: Chapter 105 Ashen Empire’s Emperor and the Devil “Your Imperial Majesty, the Supre and Incomparable Ashen Empire’s Emperor, you must understand that this was not my true intention…” The Devil trapped in the goat’s head begged repeatedly, showing none of the arrogance it had just a mont before.
“Your Majesty, you must believe , it was, it was the Goat aspect of the King of Chira! It was he who set up!”
Blaming an already devoured sub-personality was doubtlessly the best option in the presence of Chira and the Red Dragon.
However, the Emperor didn’t provide an opportunity for sweet talk and directly cut him off.
“No need for more nonsense, Devil. Since you’ve intruded on soone else’s territory—how can you not et the owner here?”
A huge, red Dragon-Scaled claw hovered and grasped. The nearly twenty-ter Chira was picked up as easily as a chick and dragged into the burning spatial rift.
Albert twisted his head, struggling ceaselessly, yet he was rcilessly dragged in, while the Chira with the controlling share of the body was especially submissive.
Yet in this brief mont, the Devil’s brain rapidly turned, continuously pondering his next move, weighing pros and cons.
At worst, he would be killed by that Emperor and reborn in the Hell Nether River. He was Piere’s confidant, after all, it wasn’t irredeemable…
“Swish—”
Accompanied by a crisp noise, they had left the Chira’s lair and erged in the spacious Steel Dragonwing Palace—this is where the Emperor entertained foreign guests.
Upon entering the Royal Palace, the Devil felt an unprecedented, indescribably terrifying pressure. That force ca from all directions, constantly compressing his flesh, mind, and even soul.
That power was even stronger than the pressure his master Baal, even the current Master of Avernus Zareel, had ever given him in Hell.
He hung his head low, his ugly goat face revealing a human-like expression of “fear.” He couldn’t help but murmur to himself, “Nine Prisons, this is simply…”
At this mont, Albert felt like a lone rock in the vast sea, constantly washed over by the surging waves.
In an instant, sches and calculations in his mind dissipated under this vast torrential force, leaving only one thought in his tarnished soul—what on earth is this?
It’s nearly… like a Deity.
The Devil breathed heavily, struggling to lift his goat head to look towards the majestic figure not far away, his eyes widening again in shock.
Perched nonchalantly on a throne cast from steel, an Emperor-sized Dragon over fifty ters long sat there.
Even the most talented Bard would struggle to describe the Red Dragon; his scales were like the cracked earth of Hell, his spine resembled winding mountains, his wings spread out like vast slopes, and those four sturdy horns were like a crown of majesty…
Cassius, or rather, His Imperial Majesty the Emperor, lowered his head and with those pale gold, lava-sphere-like eyes, he looked at the Devil with undisguised contempt.
With just a slight lean forward from the Red Dragon, the Devil felt as if the whole world was crushing down on him, the oppressive force sweeping over like a tsunami.
“Albert, right?”
“Yes… Your Majesty, your majestic presence will be unforgettable for a lifeti. I’ve never seen… a Dragon like you before.”
Albert tried hard to withstand the pressure, barely stabilizing his mind, and answered tremulously.
In fact, the Devil did not lie. Thousands of years ago, Albert’s master Baal had betrayed Zareel without hesitation, becoming the new Lord of Avernus.
Neither phistopheles nor Beelzebub trusted him—the reason being his previous unhesitant betrayal of his forr mistress.
As such, Baal was constantly worried about retribution from behind, but amid the relentless attacks from the legions of demons, he had no ti to solidify his rear. He spent most of his ti fighting the Abyss’ bloody battles, inspecting defenses, and formulating battle strategies, all exhausting for Baal.
Thus, Baal ford a superficial alliance with the Dragon Queen Tiamat, allowing her to have a territory in Avernus while Baal gained the five-colored dragons and Abis, the dragon-demons, as allies.
Zareel was imprisoned in the Bronze Fortress, subjected to brutal torture. Abis would slice off pieces of flesh with a sharp knife to feed to their master.
As a confidant of Baal, though never laying eyes on the Dragon Queen personally, Albert had seen plenty of the Red Dragon’s Kin sent by her.
In Albert’s mory, those Red Dragons were brutal, rugged, with boundless strength, sheer killing machines, always turning the enemy to ashes on the cruel battlefield, sotis even recklessly killing weaker demons along with foes.
But none was like the Ashen Empire’s Emperor before him, with such supre majesty, just standing there made his heart tremble, a thought of submission arising.
Nor was there a Dragon with such a colossal size, as huge as a hill, its re existence enough to shake the whole of Anzeta—even Tiamat’s male consorts, those ancient Red Dragons, couldn’t achieve this.
For such a being, one could only try to please, and never dare to disobey.
With that thought, Albert completely discarded his preliminary strategy of “threatening with his master Baal’s status,” because in front of such a giant Dragon, even his master’s presence might not curry favor.
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