Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins Chapter 292 I can do whatever I want… heh heh

Two lodies intertwined, rging into one harmonious sound, and without hesitation, surged toward Supre Emperor Verena.

The most unbelievable thing was that the previously unstoppable sound waves from Supre Emperor Verena were actually intercepted!

The piccolo and zither sounds not only showed no sign of retreat, but they even seed to be overpowering the sound waves released by Rainbow's Echo.

"Impossible! That's the corpse of a Supre Emperor in the Ascension Phase! How could this be…?"

Countless practitioners turned their astonished gazes toward the source of the miracle.

As they suspected, the one responsible for this unimaginable feat was none other than Goddess Sylvia.

With a piccolo lightly pressed against her soft, cherry-colored lips, Goddess Sylvia appeared ethereal, more captivating than the lilting notes of her piccolo.

But many also noticed that it wasn't just Sylvia's piccolo that was holding back Supre Emperor Verena's attack.

Beside her, Timothy was playing the zither.

Their lodies not only blended perfectly, as if they were made for each other, but they also seed to spiral together, enhancing each other's mysterious qualities.

The combined force of their music was even beginning to faintly suppress Supre Emperor Verena!

At this mont, it seed that even the corpse of Supre Emperor Verena sensed sothing unusual. The strings of Rainbow's Echo under her fingers began to tremble faster and faster.

The music she played beca like a relentless ambush, with rapid and intense attacks spreading in all directions.

"Looks like we need to step it up, honey," Timothy said suddenly, his fingers never stopping on the zither.

"Mmm~"

Unlike the zither, Sylvia, who was playing the piccolo, clearly didn't have the luxury of speaking.

Instead, she let out an adorably frustrated sound.

Wanting to respond but unable to, she shot Timothy a playful glare, clearly annoyed.

Facing an opponent as powerful as Supre Emperor Verena should have been a serious and cautious affair, but Timothy suddenly seed to be in a teasing mood. "Weird, honey, why aren't you talking all of a sudden?"

"Honey, say sothing."

"If you don't say anything, it ans you're agreeing that when we get back to the palace, I can do whatever I want… heh heh."

"You… ugh… mmm!"

Sylvia was so angry she almost stomped her foot.

But with the corpse of a Supre Emperor in the Ascension Phase before her, even she couldn't afford to be careless.

All she could do was glare at Timothy with all her might.

But that utterly non-threatening, adorable glare only made Timothy even more brazen.

What should have been a tense, high-stakes confrontation with the corpse of a Supre Emperor was now filled with a sweetness that could make anyone's teeth ache.

And in Sylvia's eyes, there was a clear mix of love and exasperation.

At that mont, as if drawn by the emotions in the air, the Bonded Heartlock they had received from the Blossom of Love in the Blooming Sanctuary began to glow.

The Bonded Heartlock hanging just below Sylvia's collar emitted a soft pink light.

At the sa ti, the Bonded Heartlock in Timothy's chest also began to glow faintly blue.

The two lights converged, rging into the combined lody of the piccolo and zither, and surged toward Supre Emperor Verena.

Those two lights symbolized the love between them—pure, flawless, and deeply intertwined.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the music created by Sylvia and Timothy had shifted from defense to offense, gradually suppressing Supre Emperor Verena.

The mandolin sounds from Rainbow's Echo, a Heavenly-level treasure, were slowly but surely being pushed into a disadvantage.

But at that mont, Supre Emperor Verena seed to get serious.

A vast, overwhelming power suddenly erupted from her.

It was far beyond the might of a Holy Emperor—this was a force that seed to tower above the heavens, like an entire world unto itself.

There were mountains, rivers, the blue sky above, and the yellow earth below.

It was an unstoppable, awe-inspiring force.

Even though Supre Emperor Verena had been buried in the Sepulcher of the Sacred for countless years, her corpse still radiated the terrifying power she once wielded as a Supre Emperor.

"This pressure… it's several tis stronger than even a Holy Emperor!"

In an instant, countless faces turned pale, their expressions frozen in shock.

No one could have imagined that the terrifying force they had just felt wasn't even the full extent of Supre Emperor Verena's true power.

If her corpse alone could exude such overwhelming strength, they couldn't begin to fathom how powerful she must have been when she was alive.

This was the might of an Ascension Phase being—the strongest existence the continent of Elant could ever bear.

It was no wonder that for millennia, no Ascension Phase practitioner had appeared on Elant. Such terrifying power was sothing the heavens themselves could scarcely tolerate!

No one doubted that if her corpse still possessed any trace of consciousness, Supre Emperor Verena could easily annihilate everyone present with just her remaining body.

But just as her overwhelming aura swept across the battlefield, Supre Emperor Verena's corpse suddenly froze.

It was as if she had been struck by sothing profound.

The Sepulcher of the Sacred was the resting place of many Holy Emperors.

Upon reaching such a revered level, even after death, their bodies would not decay, and a faint remnant of their souls would linger, refusing to dissipate for ages.

At this mont, it was that lingering fragnt of Supre Emperor Verena's soul that sensed sothing—sothing she had longed for in life: true love.

Though she had been powerful beyond asure, eventually ascending to the rank of Supre Emperor, throughout her life, Verena had yearned for love more deeply than most won.

In fact, she had taken her own life to follow her lover into the afterlife.

The light emanating from the Bonded Heartlock stirred sothing within her, allowing her to feel a love so pure and flawless that she had never encountered anything like it.

The intensity of this love even caused the fragnt of her soul, trapped within her cold, lifeless body, to recall the mories of her own life with her lover—the quiet, peaceful monts they had shared, so beautiful that she had never wanted to leave them behind.

Their love had been so sincere, so enduring, that it could have withstood the test of ti itself.

Never had she imagined that she would one day witness a love even more genuine and beautiful than her own.

After being entombed in the Sepulcher of the Sacred for ten thousand years, her body had long since grown cold.

But now, she felt a faint warmth stirring in her chest.

The red glow that had once filled Supre Emperor Verena's eyes faded, and from her now-clear eyes, a single, pure tear slowly fell.

Suddenly, she tossed her mandolin into the air.

She made no attempt to defend herself as the combined lody of piccolo and zither pierced through her unguarded body.

"Thank you."

With those final words, the Supre Emperor's body slowly collapsed, and the last remnant of her soul spoke its final thought.

At that mont, after ten thousand years, Supre Emperor Verena truly passed away.

In the sky above, a faint, ethereal figure seed to drift, and on its lips was a serene, contented smile.