Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest Chapter 381: A City from the Deep

As soon as the ancient ticket’s ripped parts fell on the sea, a blinding light surged beneath Adam.

He snapped his arms before his eyes to shield them. But even blind, he felt the tremors rocking the seabed and the space rumble around him as if a wormhole connected this place to his city. But he had to see how it would manifest and what Mab had prepared to ensure it wouldn’t drown.

Slowly, he reopened his eyes and adapted to the light, only to gasp. What he saw wasn’t part of the relocation process in the slightest! Instead, a sparkling circular platform was condensing out of nowhere.

’What is happening?!’ His jaw dropped as he watched it unfurl for dozens of kiloters before he thought it had stopped.

However, it hadn’t.

Water splashed as disks erged from the seas’ depth, each connected to the main platform by long, immaculate bridges. The water stuck between the engraved walls poured down the channels created by the natural architecture, revealing a floor tiled with tal so sparkling that the re reflection of the sun blinded him.

The walls, too! This ta! He glanced at his hamr in shock. "Everything is made of orichalcum?!"

His eyes darted to the canals, rising and lowering gates, the grand watchtowers crowned with giant crystals looking like dragon’s eyes that pulsed with mana by the bridges, and the spacious yet empty streets. No, they weren’t completely empty.

Strange facilities he had never seen before rose every few kiloters. From their walls, energy crawled into mana veins on the ground like a refined version of Ozymandias’ underground project.

Finally, his eyes locked on the platform’s center, his breath coming out ragged as he pointed at the suspended garden from which a giant obelisk filled the air with mana.

He had thought the one in his city, built by Ozymandias and improved by rlin, was incredible, yet this one dwarfed every conception he might have had. Everything did. It was a divine city of terrifying proportions, sothing much larger than a small country!

"Close your mouth, or you might swallow a fly." Mab chuckled, nodding in approval. "3,000 stadia long and 2,000 stadia wide, or in your tric system 205,350 square kiloters."

She opened her arms wide as a mountain erged against the city’s northern disk, water droplets dripping like rain before her sparkling eyes in an epic show. "The lost city of Atlantis brought back by Chaos to celebrate your ascension."

Adam’s mouth hung wide open for a mont. Atlantis?! And that circumference... Wasn’t it almost half of France’s size?!

But his shock had only begun. There, in a flash of light, his palace appeared beneath the obelisk! His city’s buildings followed, then the citizens landed on the streets with confused frowns and impressed gasps.

Even the cattle dropped the grass they had been munching to gaze at the city behind Litia’s warm smile. She clapped her hands after locating a patch of barren farmland and an ancient yet more developed barn on the third ring. "Co on, cuties. Ti to settle in your new hos."

Similar scenes happened everywhere once shock faded into excitent. After all, the relocation was no secret.

Kids stord the streets, followed by adults who seed no different. The craftsman district rumbled with twice the activity as burly smiths rushed in exploration. The few kobolds, now respected minors, charged the mountain, almost fainting at the sight of rich orichalcum veins sprawling through the rocks as if there were too much to hold.

Adam watched from above, his rapid breath and pounding chest betraying his shock. His wide eyes and still open jaw did it even more to Mab’s amusent.

She watched his mouth open and close a few tis before she shook her finger in front of him. "No, no, no, Adam. It’s too early to be shocked. Tiamat did tell you about a gift of hers, didn’t she?"

She pointed at the sky, and he subconsciously followed her finger, only for his eyes to narrow on a blazing light. He picked up the sound of splitting wind as it beca bigger and bigger. "A teor?! Shit!"

Reacting instantly, his wings contracted and almost propelled him up, only for him to halt when Mab laughed. "Atlantis won’t fall because of a teor. It only did because the gods grew jealous of it. Just wait and enjoy Tiamat’s gift."

Reassured, he watched the teor crash on his demon den. Like a fireball, it set the surroundings ablaze and made his heart catch. After all, it was his main military building, the only way he had to bolster his army using cores.

His lips closed into a tight line as he gave her an aggrieved look with a clear aning. ’Did you just scam ?’

She shrugged in response, then flew toward it.

With a sigh, he followed her, landing in front of the brazier and amidst the gathering citizens.

"Oh, my god!" A lady’s voice cracked into a horrified scream. "One of our lord’s most important buildings is burning!"

"We see that!" A burly man answered, rolling his shirt sleeves up. "We’re at sea. Get water to put it out, everyone!"

Adam watched them roar to defend his building like a single man. Though their community spirit would have made him nod at other tis, he clutched his forehead and exhaled to calm his hamring heart—in vain.

As the citizens scrambled from the plaza to contain the fire, a wave of energy pulsed from it. The shockwave doused the flas in the blink of an eye and threw them to the ground as Adam’s eyes narrowed on what hid inside.

The first thing he saw was a towering shadow, followed by a dragon’s head, with multiple, smaller towers branching out like scales and spikes in a jagged stone formation resembling dragon hide.

He felt chaotic energy waft from the structure, perating the air and blending with his essence.

Eyes wide, he moved closer until a notification burst in a sea of stars in front of him.

[Demon den absorbed by the unique building: The Dragon’s Maw Citadel!]