Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 397 Is this... is this what men are like?!

"Blood Bat General... is really dead?!"

Staring at the shriveled old man lying in a pool of blood, the demonic cultivators felt as if they'd been struck by a massive blow, utterly shaken.

The Blood Bat General was one of the most powerful and respected elders in Netherspire Citadel. Even in front of the Demon Emperor, he held considerable status.

His Blood Demon Art allowed him to drain the life force of others to strengthen himself. This sinister and twisted technique made him both feared and revered, his power strange and terrifying.

But none of the demonic cultivators could have imagined that he would fall so easily, lying dead in a pool of his own blood!

"That spear..."

Suddenly, many of them noticed something odd about the spear. The weapon, formed from dense demonic energy, clearly wasn't Timothy's doing.

Which meant...

In an instant, all eyes turned toward the wall where Zalroth had been slammed just moments ago.

To their shock, they saw Zalroth slowly pulling himself free from the wall, where his limbs had been deeply embedded. He staggered, clearly weakened, but his gaze toward the Blood Bat General's corpse was filled with cold indifference and fury.

"Running away in the middle of a battle? Hah, in my Netherspire Citadel, someone actually dared to do such a thing!"

His voice carried a chilling authority, making it impossible to tell that Zalroth had just suffered a serious injury. The demonic cultivators, looking at the Blood Bat General's lifeless body, couldn't help but shudder.

Some of them recalled that they, too, had briefly considered fleeing. Now, they were so terrified they didn't even dare glance in the direction of the Demon Emperor.

As for Zalroth standing back up, they didn't know whether to feel relieved or even more afraid. All they could do was shrink back into the corners, silent.

These once notorious demonic cultivators now didn't dare utter a single word. They lowered their heads, as if afraid they might be noticed.

After all, two Holy Emperor-level powerhouses were present. If either one of them decided to target them, they could be wiped out with a mere flick of the wrist.

"Timothy."

At that moment, Zalroth, his clothes still stained with fresh blood, spoke in a cold voice. His hair hung down, covering his face, but his tone was unmistakable.

Though his steps were unsteady, he slowly approached Timothy. Dark, thick demonic energy flowed from his body like a stream.

With his face hidden and his body drenched in blood, even Azura couldn't help but feel a chill. She tugged at Timothy's sleeve nervously. "Don't let him get any closer. What if..."

Timothy's expression showed a hint of doubt, but he didn't move. He simply watched as Zalroth drew nearer, step by shaky step.

Despite his unsteady gait, Zalroth finally reached Timothy. Slowly, he raised his hand. The blow Timothy had landed earlier had been devastating, and even now, Zalroth's hand was dripping with blood.

As he lifted his hand, his movements suddenly sped up, reaching toward Timothy.

"Watch out!"

Azura, who had just started to relax, felt a sudden jolt of fear. She hadn't expected Zalroth, in such a weakened state, to strike so suddenly.

She tried to warn Timothy, but it was already too late.

Zalroth was too close, and Timothy hadn't made any move to defend himself. In that instant, Zalroth's hand was already upon him, and Azura hadn't even had time to intervene.

"Damn it!"

Azura knew all too well how brutal battles between Holy Emperor-level cultivators could be. Victory or defeat often came in the blink of an eye.

Though Timothy had easily overpowered Zalroth earlier, if he were caught off guard and seriously injured, the situation could flip entirely.

What made things worse was that they were deep inside Netherspire Citadel, the heart of the Demonic Sect. The surrounding demonic cultivators hadn't made a move yet, but if they saw an opportunity, they would surely strike.

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She and Timothy were in enemy territory with no way out. If Timothy were successfully ambushed, they'd be trapped in a deadly situation, with no hope of rescue.

"Damn it!"

Azura's face went pale. She wanted to shout a warning or step in, but it was already too late.

Watching the scene unfold before her, her heart trembled slightly.

Just as Azura was bracing herself for the worst possible outcome, she suddenly realized—she had been completely wrong!

Unlike her, Timothy showed no signs of being on guard as Zalroth approached. And Zalroth's hand wasn't reaching for Timothy to attack him at all.

He had no intention of launching a sneak attack.

Instead, what he did was...

"Smack."

Zalroth simply snatched the letter from Timothy's hand.

"He just wanted to take the letter?!"

Azura stood there, dumbfounded, completely shocked by what she was seeing.

But what happened next surprised her even more.

"I'll take this letter," Zalroth said. "Since it's a message from the Goddess, no matter what's written inside, I'll agree to it."

He brushed his hair back, revealing a surprisingly dashing face. Despite the blood trickling down his forehead, his expression was serious, and all traces of hostility had vanished.

Not only that, but when he looked at Timothy, there was even a hint of admiration in his eyes.

After glancing at the contents of the letter, Zalroth quickly looked up.

Suddenly, he gave Timothy a hearty slap on the shoulder. "So, the Goddess is holding a grand assembly in three days, huh? Got it. Even if I wasn't planning to go, for Timothy's sake, I'll definitely be there this time."

He laughed and added, "But hey, Timothy, you've got to teach me more about chess sometime. Tell me how you managed to beat Chess Emperor Aldric, the Holy Emperor, back in the day. Hahaha! It's not every day you meet a kindred spirit like you!"

Zalroth clapped Timothy on the shoulder, laughing loudly.

His laughter was bold and carefree, with not a trace of animosity left.

"Hahahaha!"

For a moment, the entire Netherspire Citadel seemed to echo with his laughter.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Azura was completely dumbfounded. She couldn't believe how drastically Zalroth had changed.

Just a second ago, wasn't he still the Demon Emperor, filled with murderous intent, hating anyone who betrayed the Demonic Sect?

How did his attitude flip faster than turning a page in a book?

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed this was the same person.

This was just too ridiculous. Is this... is this what men are like?!