Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 396 Spear

The black and white energies on the Enigma Chessboard erupted with even more terrifying power.

Although the dark mist gathered around Zalroth's throne was incredibly strong, in the face of the Enigma Chessboard, it was like a grandchild meeting their ancestor—completely unable to resist the primal fear it evoked.

The retreat was inevitable, and there was no turning it around.

The black and white energies on the Enigma Chessboard were mysterious and unfathomable.

One was forceful, the other gentle.

The black energy slowly spread out, dissolving the dark mist that had been blocking the way.

No matter how much the earth soldiers and demonic creatures hidden within the mist struggled, they couldn't reverse their fate of being obliterated.

Amidst their piercing screams, they quickly dissipated like smoke in the wind.

Meanwhile, the white energy seemed to transform into an unstoppable blade, sweeping through everything in its path.

Nothing that stood in its way could escape being sliced cleanly in two.

The dark mist was forced to retreat, and finally, even the throne that represented Zalroth's very essence began to crack.

The pain and damage from this attack were so severe that blood trickled from the corner of Zalroth's mouth.

His hand curled into a claw, trying to defend himself. The overwhelming demonic energy barely managed to hold off the surging force.

But it was clear—Zalroth had reached the end of the road.

Yet, despite being on the brink of defeat, as he looked at Timothy and the Enigma Chessboard before him, he suddenly burst into wild, arrogant laughter.

The blood at the corner of his mouth only made his laughter more chilling.

"The Enigma Chessboard… it really is the Enigma Chessboard!

I never thought I'd live to see it with my own eyes.

Back then, the Chess Emperor died under the heavenly lightning, and the Enigma Chessboard disappeared with him.

They said that to claim the Chessboard, you'd have to find the Chess Emperor and defeat him.

Now that the Enigma Chessboard has reappeared, it means… someone actually defeated the Chess Emperor! Hahaha!"

Zalroth's laughter grew more crazed, almost as if it carried a twisted sense of longing.

But just then, Timothy's figure suddenly blurred.

Having mastered countless secret techniques and combined them with the power of the Holy Emperor, Timothy moved with such speed that he was nothing more than a shadow, impossible to track.

In an instant, he was right in front of Zalroth.

His arm was covered in a dark golden glow, his entire body radiating spiritual energy.

It was as if all his power had been concentrated into this one arm.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, even the air in front of him seemed to tear apart under the force of his punch.

The fist, glowing with brilliant golden light, carried a terrifying power capable of toppling cities and shaking mountains.

Without any resistance, it shattered the dark mist and slammed directly into Zalroth.

The punch landed with such force that it was almost too solid.

A fierce gust of wind exploded outward, accompanied by a howling sound. The terrifying power wrapped around Zalroth's body, sending him flying violently through the air.

"Crash."

His dark figure smashed into the bone-white throne.

The entire throne shattered on impact, and even the sturdy walls behind it cracked under the immense force.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the walls, a testament to the sheer power of the blow.

Zalroth's limbs were embedded deep into the wall.

At that moment, the dark mist over Netherspire Citadel completely dissipated, and the demonic cultivators barely escaped with their lives.

But as they looked at the scene before them, they were all struck silent, utterly speechless.

Blood poured from Zalroth's face, soaking into his clothes.

Even his jet-black hair was stained with blood, hanging down in a disheveled mess.

Zalroth's head hung low, obscured by his long, disheveled hair. His face was hidden, leaving everyone unsure of his current state.

But one thing was clear: the Demon Emperor had lost.

And he had lost completely.

"How is this possible? He's not just an Emperor-level powerhouse—his strength was supposed to be terrifying!"

As they looked back at Timothy, every gaze was filled with shock and fear, some even so terrified they wanted to flee on the spot.

Timothy's power far exceeded anything they had imagined.

No one had expected Zalroth to actually lose.

After all, as the Demon Emperor, he was revered and feared by every Demonic Sect across the land, a symbol of death and destruction.

Both demonic cultivators and righteous practitioners alike were deeply afraid of Zalroth's existence. Even Holy Emperor-level figures wouldn't dare provoke him.

There were even rumors that Zalroth could hold his own against Goddess Sylvia herself.

Yet today, Zalroth had been defeated by Timothy, who, just a year ago, was a mere disciple of the Demonic Sect and now held only the rank of steward disciple in Sky Sanctuary.

More shocking still was the black-and-white chessboard floating beside Timothy—it was none other than the Enigma Chessboard!

Once used to challenge the heavens, unafraid of the forces of nature.

The name of Holy Emperor Aldric had been etched into the history of the Elant continent in bold strokes.

And for Netherspire Citadel, Holy Emperor Aldric's legacy was even more profound.

He was a figure of faith, almost a totemic presence.

For years, Netherspire Citadel had tirelessly searched for the Enigma Chessboard, driven by their admiration for Aldric.

But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find even the slightest trace of it.

Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine that the Enigma Chessboard would end up in Timothy's hands.

And even more terrifying, it could unleash such overwhelming power.

"He's not just at the Holy Emperor level—his strength has already reached the pinnacle of the Holy Emperors on the Elant continent.

He might even be able to fight Goddess Sylvia!"

The terrified voice echoed through the hall as they stared at Timothy.

And it was clear that every demonic cultivator shared the same thought.

To defeat the Demon Emperor without even suffering a scratch—Timothy's power had far surpassed their understanding.

"This is bad. If he decides to come after us, we're all going to die here!"

Suddenly, one of the demonic cultivators realized the gravity of the situation, his voice trembling with fear.

At the same time, the once-arrogant demonic cultivators all began to retreat in unison.

But despite the vastness of Netherspire Citadel, there was no escape.

In no time, they found themselves backed up against the solid walls behind them.

"No, I have to get out of here! If I stay, we're all going to die!"

Suddenly, a frail old man, driven mad by fear, screamed in panic.

Without warning, he broke away from the group of demonic cultivators, desperately trying to flee.

But just then—

"Thud."

A black mist suddenly transformed into a spear.

The razor-sharp spear shot through the air, piercing the old man's body in an instant.

His bloodshot eyes widened, but he couldn't even utter a single word before collapsing lifelessly into a pool of blood.