The Demon Kings

The biting cold wind swept across the peak of the Holy Mountain, blowing through Mo Lini's hair. She looked at the somewhat lonely figure in the snow in the distance, seemingly a little confused.

Mo Lini: "Is he a Demon King too?"

Liyana nodded: "Yes, he is."

Mo Lini tilted her head: "But he looks very young, perhaps even younger than me."

Liyana: "He is young and promising."

Mo Lini blinked: "Eh?"

Liyana chuckled again: "Just kidding, isn't Mida the same? He must be hundreds of years old by now."

Mo Lini: "Oh... he also has wings."

"He's from the Winged Race, so having wings is perfectly normal," Liyana explained.

Mo Lini's gaze sized up Olides: "Is the Winged Race also a long-lived species? I haven't heard much about them."

Liyana pinched her chin and thought for a moment: "Well, most of them live in the Sky Archipelago and rarely set foot in human territory. As for their lifespan, while it cannot compare to the longevity of elves, it definitely far exceeds that of ordinary humans."

Mo Lini nodded thoughtfully, her eyes still fixed on Olides.

"What's wrong?" Liyana noticed her unusual behavior.

"He feels a bit different from the Demon King I imagined," Mo Lini pondered and whispered. "A Demon King in my mind should be more domineering."

The Demon King before them looked subservient and timid, his eyes even darting away evasively. Mo Lini found it truly difficult to associate him with the title of Demon King.

"Well, he was indeed quite domineering when he first showed up," Liyana nodded.

Calling himself Yours Truly every other sentence, he was quite domineering, and also quite punchable.

When Olides was getting beaten up, Mo Lini and Luo Lun were still in Aina's underground laboratory, so they did not know what had happened outside.

Luo Lun stood by the cliff of the snowy peak, facing a vast expanse of white, not knowing what she was looking at.

She could truly feel the terrifying aura emanating from Olides; this was definitely not an opponent she could afford to provoke.

But without knowing what had happened, this isolated and lonely figure now looked somewhat pitiful, even to Luo Lun.

Olides did not speak to anyone else. He just wandered through the snowfield like a ghost. Keeping Xia Lun's warning in mind, he appeared exceptionally well-behaved, not daring to cause any more trouble.

Olides built a shabby snow hut at the foot of the Holy Mountain. Although it was large, it was very ugly and quite unfitting for his status as a Demon King... This was perhaps the worst treatment he had ever received, but he would rather stay in this freezing snow shell than dare to take another step into that warm wooden cabin.

That terrifying woman... had become a lingering shadow in his heart.

Well, Mida also came to help when building the snow hut. After all, he was a guest, and as the host, Mida naturally had to show some hospitality.

And then the snow hut ended up looking like it did now.

"Did you really make those thrones?" Olides glanced at his snow hut and could not help but ask Mida.

"Mother made them," Mida replied seriously, keeping a straight face.

"Oh, no wonder," Olides suddenly realized.

Mida frowned, feeling as though she was being looked down upon.

She looked down at the snow hut that seemed like it could collapse at any moment, and then thought about the five solemn and magnificent ice thrones... Forget it, let him look down on her. She silently swallowed her words of rebuttal.

Time passed quickly, and three days slipped by in a flash.

On this day, the silence at the peak of the Holy Mountain was suddenly broken. Three completely different auras tore through the freezing sky, descending before the frozen thrones almost simultaneously.

The first to land was a wild young man with a bare, muscular upper body, wearing only fur shorts. He stepped barefoot on the ice and snow, his bulging muscles seeming to contain explosive power. His golden, mane-like hair flew in the cold wind, and his eyes were as sharp as blades, carrying an aura of primitive and savage dominance. This was the Berserker Demon King—the Lion Beastman, Helug.

Immediately after, a blue light like a deep-sea vortex quietly dispersed, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in an elegant dark blue robe. His skin was a deep azure blue, and on both sides of his neck were clearly visible, slightly opening and closing gill-like structures. His face was gentle and refined, yet his gaze was so profound it seemed able to pierce through the soul. The Abyss Demon King—of the Sea Race, Nakaen, landed silently beside the thrones.

The final streak of black light descended with a heavy aura of death. As the light faded, an old man appeared, his hair and beard resembling dark roots. Although his face was aged, his back was perfectly straight. His eyes were murky, but the aura lingering around him was chilling. The Immortal Demon King—Hardwick, whose true form was the Withered Tree of the Underworld.

The identities of these three were definitely renowned names in the outside world.

Liyana stared with wide eyes.

She did not know if it was a coincidence... From the child-like Mida, to the young adult Helug and the middle-aged Nakaen, and finally the elderly Hardwick... Plus the teenage Olides in the middle, this group of Demon Kings had practically gathered every age group!

Nakaen did not exchange excessive pleasantries. His gaze swept across the area, he gave a slight nod to Mida, and then walked straight to one of the five ice thrones, sitting down elegantly. "We have arrived, Mida."

Mida nodded with a straight little face, as if welcoming them.

Helug sat on his throne quite casually, crossing his legs.

"Olides, you seem to have arrived early." Helug greeted Olides beside him. "What's wrong with you? You seem to lack energy."

"Ah... is that so? I am fine," Olides replied rather listlessly.

Helug exchanged a glance with the rest of the Demon Kings. Nakaen's eyes held a probing look, while Hardwick merely stroked his beard with his root-like fingers, observing in silence.

"If it were the old you, you would definitely start by calling yourself Yours Truly..." Helug rubbed his chin with his sharp beast claws, raising his rugged eyebrows, a glint flashing in his beastly pupils. "You seem to have suffered quite a blow. Did you lose to Mida in a duel?"

"Not at all... Hehe, you should find out very soon."

Helug was a warmonger just like himself... Olides desperately hoped that he would also get taught a lesson by that woman.

Helug narrowed his eyes, sniffing out a hint of something unusual.

This Five Kings Conference... might just turn out to be very interesting.

"Where are your subordinates?" Mida looked at the Demon Kings taking their seats and suddenly frowned.

Helug: "Didn't bring them."

Mida: "Why didn't you bring them?"

The Demon Kings exchanged glances, and finally, Nakaen replied: "To give you face, of course, Mida. After all, you never bring subordinates when you attend the conference. We heard you dwell alone on the snowy peak, so we didn't plan to bring others to disturb you... By the way, who is that elf behind you?"

Mida: "I don't know her."