Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Terrifying Demon Dragon Emperor

Can he tear a Demigod apart with his bare hands?

Receive Demigod attacks without a scratch?

Even if injured, can he recover in just one breath?

Austin’s words just sound like sheer fantasy; if spoken elsewhere, no demon would believe them.

But on the battlefield, Austin, who has been a professional demon soldier for over a thousand years, wouldn’t fabricate lies to intimidate them just because he’s scared out of his wits.

"How credible are this guy’s words...?"

The newly-promoted Purgatory Demigod who first questioned Austin hesitantly asked.

"If he hasn’t fallen for an illusion technique, then probably eighty percent credible."

Out of trust for his close demons, Rivers initially intended to say Austin’s words were entirely believable, but recalling what he had just said, Rivers couldn’t be sure.

If the new Demon Emperor is indeed a level 999 Near God, then it’s not surprising he could tear apart an average Purgatory Demigod, and it’s not surprising he could withstand Demigod-level damage when equipped with the Demon Emperor’s Armor.

But Austin saying that he instantly recovered after being injured in their joint attack seems a bit far-fetched.

One must know that the stronger a demon, the longer the recovery time needed after an injury because the portion of energy lost from their wounds is extremely large, and won’t be able to recover in just a few days.

Take himself, for instance; as a top-tier Demigod at level 975, once he suffers damage beyond minor injuries, recovery would take years, and if seriously injured, ten years might not suffice.

The Demon Emperor, even with a special constitution, couldn’t possibly be that dominant, could he? If Austin is to be believed, then how is he different from having an Undying Body?

If that were the case, then there’d be no way to fight; but how could that be the truth? If those seven young ladies had such a mighty backer, they would have sent demons to persuade for surrender long ago and wouldn’t wait until they were attacked before launching a counterstrike.

"Eighty percent... we’ll only know after fighting. Anyway, we demons of Modor shall retreat if things truly become impossible."

Ultimately, Rivers decided to face the enemy. His pride as an Assault Demon King prevented him from retreating before battle began. Moreover, he recently experienced inexplicable level jumps and the enhancements from the destroyed Great World, giving him, at level 975, the confidence to exchange blows with a level 999 Near God. Even if he were to lose, he wouldn’t be slaughtered, as he wasn’t without aces up his sleeve.

"A Near God isn’t entirely invincible; otherwise, the late emperor was also a level 999 Near God, and the Dark and Chaos Demons are far weaker than the Purgatory and Yellow Springs clans, yet he didn’t eradicate those clans."

Hearing the newly promoted Demigod say this, Rivers rubbed his forehead.

Turning a war of faith into a war of extermination would be excessively harsh, as the two Demon God Kings merely compete for faith, not aiming to annihilate each other or fully sever the other’s source of belief.

If the battle became such, it wouldn’t be a lower realm war but would directly ignite a divine war — one to the death.

Both the late emperor and the current one would act within limits, ensuring to leave the other side some room; otherwise, inciting the wrath of the Supreme Demon God could spell doom not just for a mere Demon Emperor but even for a Demon Lord.

"Enough chatter, let’s first confront the enemy. Without us stopping him, if left to massacre among the army, Guardian Demon God’s followers would suffer grave losses."

Rivers, ending his words, led the Purgatory Demigods swiftly towards the vanguard, no longer concerned about Austin fleeing from battle.

Soon after, over a hundred Purgatory Demigods simultaneously reached the forefront of the battlefield, just as Lynn was mercilessly slaughtering within the Demon Race’s military ranks.

Witnessing this scene, the group of Purgatory Demigods couldn’t resist attacking the Demon Dragon Emperor who was wreaking havoc.

Such an overwhelming assault really should be capable of retreating the rampaging Demon Dragon Emperor among the demons, but would inevitably lead to the accidental killing of many of their own demons.

Yet at this moment, they couldn’t worry about that. If they didn’t intervene, more demons would perish.

Seeing yet another wave of reinforcements from the opposition, engaging directly without uttering a word, Lynn furrowed his brows.

How did they learn so quickly? Not sending them in waves like rescuing grandpa with the gourd kids next? Sending them one batch at a time was surely easier; coming all at once over a hundred strong, even he would find it difficult to handle.

Especially with such a joint attack from over a hundred Demon King level powerhouses; this wave of damage was something he couldn’t endure easily, risking wasting a Divine Artifact for survival.

"Heh heh heh! You folks truly respect His Majesty; sending so many demons, eh? Hmm, where’s that little fellow who ran away earlier? Can’t see his demonic shadow?"

Swiftly disengaging, Lynn ascended into the sky, gazing distantly at the strong force of over a hundred Demon King level entities across, scanning thoroughly yet failing to spot the one who escaped alive from his hands earlier.

"Demon Emperor, isn’t it somewhat crossing boundaries for you to personally slaughter our tribe’s demons?"

Facing the legendary Illidan Demon Emperor from afar, Rivers glanced at the blood-drenched scene below and the scattered remnants of Purgatory Demigods, suppressing his anger, he questioned.

Although it’s not rare for a Demon Emperor to personally partake in the faith war, the former Demon Dragon Emperor gave plenty of face to the Guardian Demon God. The number of enemy demons he personally killed could be counted on one hand. Most of the time, he relied on the demons below to fight, since a level 999 Near God Demon Emperor in the faith war was extremely powerful—not banned, but shouldn’t go overboard.

Despite everything, the five major clans of the demon race are unified under one, after all, it’s an internal struggle. If no limits are set, it could lead to an unmanageable situation.

"Heh heh heh! There’s no choice; my demons are indeed slightly weaker. But I don’t want to lose, so I have to exert more effort. If you don’t want to die, you can directly surrender; as long as you pledge allegiance to the Guardian Demon God and vow never to abandon your faith, His Majesty may spare a breath for you."

Lynn regarded the unmatched force opposite with manic laughter, disinclined to offer high stakes for surrender; let alone benefits, not even forgiveness, only promising a breath—that implies even upon surrender they’d be half-dead?

"Then I urge His Majesty to depart; with us present, you cannot achieve much, better wait until both sides’ demons fully assemble, then a battle to the death!"

Rivers wasn’t surprised by the Demon Dragon Emperor’s arrogance for he possessed such strength. Were it not for his apprehension, with a fearsome force of over a hundred Demon King level powerhouses, he might attempt to replace the Demon Emperor with another candidate again.

Yet Austin’s fleeing words still echoed, and the potent presence of the Demon Dragon Emperor rivaled the late emperor, leading Rivers to exercise caution, unwilling to blindly test the waters.