Four black horns jut out from the Demon's forehead, with a purple glossy glint that shimrs when he steps forward.
Two of the horns are far larger and curve upward and over the sides of his head as a natural layer of defense, while the other two are centered on his forehead as smaller studs that, from a distance, look like another set of eyes.
His height reaches about 10 ters naturally, but the plus of dark demonic energy following and surrounding him make his stature seem even greater than the Berserker Kings that stand at over 12 ters in height.
His jaded eyes look unfazed, but underneath, hatred and excitent burn.
The hatred cos from these lower lifeforms not understanding the difference between them and a Noble Lord.
Just as Andras Vermillion was making a na for himself, and was tasked by the Family Head himself to welco another Noble Lord into the citadel, all of this chaos ensued, threatening his good na.
The Ellipsia Citadel is one of 4 major Citadels in the Green Zone of the Upper Realm, and the furthest away from the Grand Citadel.
It will be officially owned and dominated by the Demons once their next Lord arrives, so this is where the Demon's excitent cos into play as well.
It stops walking forward about 20 ters in front of the line of 4 Warlords and looks them up and down.
"Asic. Zashen. Torvak... and..."
Its gaze stops on the tiny, long red-haired human at the end of the line and rembers watching the playbacks of the dueling matches many tis over the last few hours, along with the initial duel that started this whole conflict days ago.
"A human..."
As these words leave his mouth, the world token on Ember's wrist that has been ticking upward on their whole travel over changes again and hits [203]. Andras watches these numbers change, but his eyes turn to Torvak.
"Supplying a lesser race with 1st Class Worlds..."
Then he looks at the High Orc.
"...and giving him an illegal Avatar to publicly humiliate my n..."
His eyes pass over the Berserker King with disgust, and he settles back on Torvak.
"Did our match last week not knock so sense into you? I've been doing you a favor, prolonging your life for thousands of years instead of wiping you off the face of this citadel."
The dark cloud of mist surrounding him grows larger, and the Demon opens up his system interface in front of him, and the entire room shifts once he presses it.
It's like the walls are singing a high-pitched tone, hundreds of kiloters away.
The temperature inside even heats up as dense green divine threads flood out from the micro-spacing in the white walls, floor, and ceiling.
Simultaneously, the two demonic dragons holding the injured Avatars of the 1st Class Demons swoop upward, and two small kiloter-long rectangles of ceiling open up to allow the Demonic Creatures to leave this enormous room.
The segnted area of ceiling is open long enough for one's natural perception to reveal the many floors above this one that are not connected to the instant transportation systems.
It is solely controlled by the Citadel Lord.
Many private training rooms, rejuvenation rooms, and, most importantly, the penthouse suites at the top of the tower overlooking the city are above.
As the two small rectangles in the ceiling close, every bit of this enormous white room has been coated in a layer of dense green divine energy.
Andras opens up his system interface again but speaks to the Warlords before him in a condescending tone while he activates a unique feature.
"Over the years, your minds must have deteriorated too much to still comprehend the true power gap between us. Lower life forms were never ant to rule anything in the Upper Realm. You may believe your little stunt has ruined my reputation, but you have rely given the perfect chance to show this Citadel how ruthless The Vermillion Family really is..."
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A pulse of divine energy cos out from Andras' system as it disappears in front of him, vibrating through the entire room in seconds.
At the sa ti, on the side of every tower that owns a public projection device, a perfectly clear holographic image of this massive dueling room can now be seen.
Many shop owners panic at first, as they believe their surveillance and announcent systems are being hacked; however, the sight before their eyes once they look closer fills them with awe.
Every Avatar in the city receives a notification and a free mandatory fast-travel trip to the nearest playing of this live recording.
The entire Citadel stops what they're doing to watch an enormous Demonic Dragon flap its wings and swoop down to land right behind the shadowy Vermillion Lord they have all lived under in fear their entire lives.
Torvak takes advantage of this mont to answer the Demon's earlier question.
"You're the one that has forced our hand. You say you are sparing our lives, but I say this is no way to live. If you truly seek to overpower us once and for all, commit—try and kill where I stand."
He pulls his massive black Soul Weapon Club from his Storage, and it lights up with white and green light, crackling with static electricity.
Zashen follows his display by pulling his long swords—almost as long as his entire body—out from his storage and swinging them about.
White mist begins to cover his being, and cool wind starts to blow around in the room as his elental abilities automatically activate upon channeling energy into his blades.
The sharp eyes of the Berserker Giant King lock onto the Demon as he points his blades in the sa direction.
"We're being suppressed here in Ellipsia; we're being cheated and abused in the Grand Citadel too. The Berserker Giants are a strong fighting race. We either stand by the side of our allies or declare war out loud and fight to the death with our enemies. This slow torture cannot go on any longer. I shall stand by the Ogre Congloration as an ally. If you wish to seek his death, then you seek mine."
The High Orc on the far left side of the lineup nods, pulling a dual-bladed axe from his storage.
An earthy sll of iron perates through the room as he lets it hit the floor with a thud, staring forward with an unchanged face.
"We, the High Orcs, shall fulfill the duties of our ancient alliance. Even if our past leaders, the Noble Wyvern Clan, have been killed by your Family Head, there is still a power that ca before and guided them. The Demons may be strong, but history often repeats itself. There is always soone stronger. You shall lose in the end, and I will gladly help to teach you this lesson."
Ember smiles inwardly, as these words are nothing but nonsense to many that watch; however, in the growing crowds of Lords that line the streets in public places all over the citadel, a handful of older 2nd Class Lords that survived the War understand that all of the odd events in the city recently have not been re small scuffles and coincidences.
The red-haired human just keeps his arms crossed and doesn't take out anything from storage like the others. He just speaks with a confident tone in the direction of the demon.
"Indeed. There truly is hope for those of you watching. Even a 5th Class human can stand in the sa room as 1st Class Higher Race Lords. This Noble Demon even looks in the eyes. This will be a historic event. Tis shall change."
The room is filled with silence, and tens of millions of Lords within the Citadel begin sending more transmissions back and forth than ever before.
"It's that human! And that Blue Ogre! The ones that fought those 1st Class Demons in the Volterra District earlier..."
"I told you it was too good to be true. The Citadel Lord is already taking care of them. This is what happens when the little guys like us ss with the business of Nobles."
"But they look so confident... maybe they could win."
"Ha! You're kidding. This is a Noble Demon. They are true Gods of this Realm. Numbered-grade Worlds can't even make one bleed, that's what I heard."
"It's true. I've seen the fights in the Grand Citadel. They don't allow them to fight outside their World Class. They say the gap between a 1st Grade and Noble World is the sa as a 5th to 1st... It's impossible..."
"H-Hey... Speaking of the Grand Citadel... I just tried to send a transmission out there, but my ssages are blocked..."
" too! Even the Fast Travel Orbs off of Ellipsia are paused."
"W-What's going on? We're cut off from the rest of the Realm. Is this battle really so important?!"
"Of course it is. These are the Warlords, the last remaining 1st Class Lords with enough high-grade Worlds to hold so influence. It's a battle to the death—we're watching a duel to the death for the citadel itself..."
"Then... who is that human...?"
"I don't know..."
Many more private conversations spiral out of control as the seriousness of the hologram they're watching sinks in to more and more Lords.
anwhile, Andras grins and looks up in the air, making those watching shiver, while he replies to the Warlords who have pulled out their weapons but is truly speaking to the entire Citadel.
"You have all lived your lives far too freely. With powerful entities running large portions of the Citadel, it seems you have all forgotten that the Vermillion Family rules this entire Green Zone of the Upper Realm. Today, I will remind you why Noble Demons are feared by all."
A system storage portal opens beside the Demon, and out of it, a three-pronged spear materializes.
Its base is jet black, and the two sharpened blades at its tip share that sa glossy dark coloring.
The middle point is an enormous white stone, carved to perfection, nearly the size of an entire human, sharpened to a deadly point.
The Demon's hand glows with energy, and the spear vibrates while plus of demonic energy, divine threads, and pure ether flood into it.
The crystal at its tip changes its shade to match the eerie aura of the dangerous black cloud surrounding him, and the Demon points it forward at the line of Warlords.
A bright [79,550] glows on his world token beneath the grip of his spear, and his eyes flash with a white light as he prepares to unseal his noble bloodline.
"You have brought this upon yourselves. In the na of the Vermillion Family, I declare an all-out duel. None of you shall leave this room alive, and the entire Citadel shall watch your end. In a sense, it is their end as well. This will finally silence the lingering whispers of your dying glory era..."
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