Eight Demon Lords

Deep within the Fallen Zone.

An ancient castle stood tall.

The castle was shrouded in a dense, impenetrable black fog.

A magic crystal lamp in the center of the castle's grand hall emitted a faint purple glow, barely illuminating the figure seated on the distant throne.

A man who appeared to be in his twenties leaned casually against the throne.

He possessed a highly deceptive human face. With golden hair falling to his shoulders, deep emerald eyes, and handsome, sharp features, his every movement exuded aristocratic elegance. Anyone would have thought he was a noble scion from a top-tier family in the human kingdom.

Yet, in the entire Fallen Zone, no one dared to truly treat him as a human.

He was one of the Eight Demon Lords of the Demon Race.

The supreme ruler of the Eastern Fallen Zone, personally appointed by the Demon King.

A Demon Lord was a demon who had received the authority of the Demon King, serving as a high-ranking powerhouse within the Demon Race.

And as one of the Eight Demon Lords, Kassiel possessed the authority bestowed by the Demon King.

First, absolute control over all entities with a lower magic level than his own.

Second, a magic capacity more than five times that of powerhouses at the same tier.

Third, immunity to damage from weaklings with lower magic power.

He was one of the absolute rulers of this sunless land, second only to the Demon King.

Below the hall, a demon messenger was kneeling on the ground.

Speak clearly. What exactly happened.

Kassiel's voice was flat and emotionless, devoid of any anger, yet it instantly dropped the temperature of the entire hall to the freezing point.

The kneeling messenger spoke:

My Lord! Several human pastures in the Eastern Fallen Zone have been successively destroyed within a single day.

The hundred elite demons and Demon Generals stationed at the pastures have all perished!

Hearing this, Kassiel's expression did not change. He merely said indifferently,

Were they destroyed by the human race?

Nothing similar had happened before, so Kassiel's state of mind remained unruffled.

The messenger continued to deliver even more shocking news:

Furthermore, the army previously sent to raid the Storm Territory, along with the three Seventh-Tier Demon Generals leading them, have all died in battle!

As his words fell, a deathly silence enveloped the grand hall.

The kneeling messengers held their breath. They knew Kassiel's temper too well—

This Demon Lord appeared gentle and elegant, but was actually brutal and bloodthirsty. Once angered, the consequences would be a hundred times more miserable than the fate of the guards who died in the pastures.

However, to everyone's surprise, Kassiel did not lose his temper.

He simply raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement flashing through his emerald eyes.

Oh? How interesting. He chuckled lightly, his tone completely devoid of anger.

Destroying five pastures in a row and killing seven Demon Generals. When did such a formidable character emerge among the humans in this region?

He casually waved his hand, and a pale purple magic energy materialized out of thin air, condensing into a smooth water mirror in the center of the hall.

On the water mirror, scenes of the various pastures being destroyed slowly appeared—these were from the recording stones in the corners of the pastures, which had captured the entire process of Ye Chuan's actions before being completely destroyed.

In the mirror's projection, the young man in black robes stood quietly in place. Without him moving even a fingertip, all the demon guards successively shattered into black smoke, not even having the time to let out a single scream.

The scene shifted to the man raising his hand to summon that soul banner.

Countless pale white remnant souls slowly drifted out of the human husks and were docilely absorbed into the banner.

Finally, a black flame ignited out of nowhere, burning the entire pasture to scorched earth.

Without exception, it was a direct annihilation of the entire field, without the slightest hesitation or sloppiness.

The several demons standing behind the messenger looked at each other in dismay.

Even for them, killing four Sixth-Tier Demon Generals would require some effort, let alone directly obliterating them without making a single move.

Kassiel, seated on the throne, maintained a calm expression throughout.

As he watched the scene in the water mirror where the man put away the World-Suppressing Banner, the amusement in his emerald eyes deepened.

Oh? So he is a necromancer? And quite an interesting one at that.

Extracting souls? Kassiel wore a thoughtful look.

Are there such techniques in necromancy? Or is this dark magic?

He had seen countless necromancers.

Those guys either relied on devouring souls to strengthen themselves or manipulated corpses and dry bones to stir up disasters.

But the man before him seemed a bit different.

There was a strange feeling, but this feeling was attributed to Kassiel's lack of understanding of this specific attribute of magic.

My Lord! This mage's strength is unfathomable. Destroying five of our pastures in a row is an absolute provocation of your majesty! A Demon General immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

This subordinate requests permission to go and ambush him, and bring his head back to present to you!

No need. Kassiel waved his hand, his gaze still fixed on the frozen face in the water mirror. He spoke slowly,

When did such a figure appear among the humans? The old Pope of the Church of Light is cowering in the Holy Mountain, not daring to come out.

But this is fine too.

My Lord, we cannot find any information on this person. The nearby Demon General hastily replied.

The one following him is Kalisia, the only daughter of the Storm Duke. Other than that, there are no past records whatsoever. It is as if... he popped out of nowhere in this world.

Kassiel slowly stood up from the throne, several runes materializing around him.

The authority bestowed by the Demon King faintly surfaced at this moment. The low-tier demons in the entire hall were instantly crushed to the ground by this oppressive might, unable to even lift their heads.

Interesting, truly fascinating. The smile at the corners of Kassiel's mouth grew thicker, carrying a bit of cruel amusement.

Finally, another toy that can make me make a move.

My Lord, you intend to act personally? The Demon Generals were instantly stunned and hurried forward to dissuade him.

A mere human mage is not worth you taking action personally! Your subordinates can finish him off!

You? Kassiel glanced at them. With your strength, you would only embarrass me.

He waved his hand, and the water mirror instantly dissipated, replaced by a complete map of the Eastern Fallen Zone.

On the map, several flashing red dots clearly marked the locations of the pastures Ye Chuan had destroyed along the way, the trajectory heading straight east.

Obviously, that was in the direction of the Holy Mountain.

Perfect. He is heading to the Holy Mountain, and there is a path he must take. Kassiel tapped the map lightly with his fingertip.

I will wait for him there. I want to see exactly how capable this necromancer who popped out of nowhere really is.

Hopefully, he wouldn't make him feel bored.

Kassiel had been invincible for far too long.

He was so bored that, apart from the Demon King, not even the Pope of the Church of Light was his match.

As soon as his words fell, he spoke indifferently, Teleportation magic.

The next moment, rings of light appeared beneath Kassiel's feet, and his entire person turned into a streak of light and disappeared.