Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 398 Just how many secrets is Timothy hiding?

"That's just how men are." Timothy glanced at Azura with a slight smile.

Zalroth's true nature was clear, especially in how he revered Holy Emperor Aldric.

As long as someone stronger and more arrogant than him appeared, Zalroth's attitude would change completely.

But seeing him now, laughing heartily and acting like they were old friends, even Timothy was a bit surprised at how drastically Zalroth had changed.

"Ever since I became the Demon Emperor, I haven't lost a single fight. I never thought I'd lose today, and so decisively at that. I admit defeat. Not only will I personally attend the Goddess's summit, but you've also earned yourself a friend today!"

Wiping the blood from his forehead, Zalroth's attitude had done a complete 180.

In his eyes, there were only two kinds of people.

The first kind were those who couldn't defeat him, people not even worth a second glance. These people, even his own elders, were of no consequence to him. He wouldn't hesitate to crush them like ants if they got in his way.

The second kind, however, were those who could actually stand up to him. Up until now, no one had managed that.

Goddess Sylvia was halfway there. Even Zalroth had a certain level of respect for her power. But since they'd never fought, and she hadn't personally defeated him, he didn't fully acknowledge her.

Timothy, on the other hand, as the first person to beat him to a pulp, had earned Zalroth's complete respect.

Of course, what really caused this massive shift in Zalroth's attitude was Timothy's Enigma Chessboard.

"But Timothy, when you have time, you have to tell me how you managed to beat Chess Emperor Holy Emperor Aldric. What strategy did you use? How did you fend off his attacks? And how did you finally checkmate his king?"

Zalroth fired off questions like a machine gun, to the point where Timothy wondered if he'd suddenly become a chatterbox.

"But no matter what, you've got a friend in me now. If you ever have time, I'd love to play a game of chess with you. Even if I lose horribly, I don't mind."

Zalroth's tone shifted slightly, and he gave Timothy a firm handshake. It was clear from his serious expression that he wasn't joking in the slightest.

"Yeah, sure. If I have time, I wouldn't mind going over that game with Holy Emperor Aldric. After all, I don't really have many chess buddies." Timothy smiled faintly.

From the moment he entered Netherspire Citadel, Timothy had sensed that Zalroth's personality wasn't quite what it seemed on the surface. Now, it was clear that the Demon Emperor had a rather unique character.

For a brief moment, Timothy even felt like, in the process of delivering a letter, he'd somehow gained... a fanboy? And not just any fanboy—one who was over a thousand years old, who used to look down on everyone, but now seemed a bit... obsessed?

"Alright, you've got the letter. My job here is done, so I'll be heading out."

Without any intention of sticking around to chat, Timothy waved his hand and turned to leave. He glanced at Zalroth, who was still covered in blood but didn't seem too badly injured, and walked away.

"Brother Timothy is leaving, and you're not going to see him off?"

In an instant, the previously enthusiastic Zalroth turned to his demonic cultivators, his cold gaze making them shudder uncontrollably.

They were completely dumbfounded.

Hadn't Timothy just fought a brutal battle with the Demon Emperor, nearly tearing the sky apart and even seriously injuring him?

How had they suddenly become friends in such a short time?

No, "friends" didn't even seem like the right word. It was more like their Demon Emperor had turned into a... tagalong?

The demonic cultivators stood there, stunned, unable to comprehend how things had escalated to this point.

But Zalroth's attitude toward them was clearly worlds apart from how he treated Timothy.

The demonic cultivators didn't doubt for a second that if they didn't act soon, the Demon Emperor might explode in rage, and their fate could be as gruesome as that of the Blood Bat General!

Without hesitation, they scrambled into action. Even though they harbored deep hatred for Timothy, the traitor of the Demonic Sect, none of them dared to utter a single word of protest.

"We follow the Demon Emperor in bidding farewell to Timothy."

Exchanging uneasy glances, the demonic cultivators finally moved, led by a chubby elder. They didn't dare waste another moment. Reluctantly, they stepped forward and bowed deeply to Timothy.

The Demonic Sect had a long and bitter history with the righteous sects. Even when facing a Holy Emperor-level figure from the righteous path, they had never shown such submission. But now, they had no choice. With their own Demon Emperor's attitude completely flipped, what resistance could they possibly offer?

"Hm." Timothy nodded, and Azura, standing beside him, quickly understood.

In a flash of golden light, she transformed into her dragon form. Your next journey awaits at empire

Riding on her back, Timothy and Azura soared into the sky, leaving only the fierce wind in their wake, sweeping across the land.

"That little girl… she's a dragon! And that bloodline… it's even purer than the Dragon King's!"

The demonic cultivators, already stunned by the events of the day, were once again left in shock. They never imagined they'd witness someone capable of commanding a dragon. But what terrified them even more was the unprecedented power of Azura's bloodline.

"That bloodline…" Zalroth muttered, staring at the sky, frozen in place.

His cultivation far surpassed that of the other demonic cultivators, and he understood Azura's bloodline far better than they did. And because of that, his shock was even greater.

He could clearly sense the terrifying purity of the dragon blood flowing through Azura. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that her bloodline could rival that of the ancient dragon ancestors!

In fact, among the dragons currently living on the continent of Elant, there probably wasn't a single one whose bloodline could match even a tenth of Azura's purity.

The sheer terror of Azura's bloodline was undeniable.

"This can't just be a coincidence. The Enigma Chessboard, a Dragon King with an ancestral bloodline… Just how many secrets is Timothy hiding?"

For the first time, Zalroth's expression showed genuine curiosity and disbelief. His eyes even held a hint of admiration, something he had never felt before.

At this moment, he didn't feel the slightest regret about his defeat. In fact, he felt it was completely justified.

Because even now, he couldn't fathom how he could ever defeat Timothy.

This was the first time he had encountered someone who felt like an insurmountable obstacle.

And the first time he had ever felt a sense of awe.

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Riding the dragon, Timothy enjoyed the cool evening breeze as they flew toward Sky Sanctuary.

All the letters had been delivered, and there were only two days left until the Goddess's summit.