Chapter 518: Chapter 518: Past Demon Race Sovereign vs. Present Demon Race Sovereign (1)

"Of course... to kill you, Ignis."

Her words made Demon Emperor Zerathos’ throat tighten.

He had considered the possibility before, but hearing it directly still sent a chill down his spine.

After all, he still remembered how cruel he had been to his master.

Demon Emperor Zerathos gritted his teeth. "Master... must it come to this? What if we make peace? Together, we could rebuild the Demon Empire and lead it to new glory!"

His voice rose, filled with hope and excitement.

Malverna only gave a faint, knowing smile.

"Rebuild the demon race? Conquer the continent? What a ridiculous dream," she scoffed, letting out a small chuckle.

If it had been her in the past, she might have considered it seriously.

Back then, her ambition had been boundless—to conquer the entire continent and claim it as her own.

But she was no longer that person. That fire was gone, and now it all seemed impossible.

The seven singularities guarded this continent against every form of chaos—including the ambition to rule it alone.

To achieve such a goal, she would have to defeat them.

Could she do it? Of course not.

Forget the seven singularities—she wouldn’t even be able to defeat Nolan alone.

In the end, Ignis was, in her eyes, nothing more than a foolish demon.

He understood that the world of this era was vastly different from a thousand years ago, yet he still dreamed of conquest with such arrogance.

Beyond "stupid" and "reckless," she couldn’t find any words to describe him.

Demon Emperor Zerathos seethed at Malverna’s taunts.

Someone might be allowed to insult him—but not his dreams!

Boom!

Demonic energy erupted from his body, twisting the air around him into a chaotic storm.

Anyone within ten meters would have been torn apart by its force.

But Malverna remained completely unaffected. The whirlwind did nothing to her.

Demon Emperor Zerathos stiffened, then immediately shattered the ice chains that bound him.

Before he could retreat, Malverna had already grabbed his neck and punched him square in the face with her right hand.

Boom!

His body shot through the air like a cannonball.

Whoosh!

His demonic power surged back, restoring his balance almost instantly.

"Damn it..." he growled, anger flashing in his eyes.

Wiping blood from his lips, he glanced at the crimson stain on his right palm.

’Her power is truly unpredictable. I must not let my guard down,’ he muttered coldly.

Spreading his wings, he opened his right palm.

Whoosh!

A stream of black aura emerged, coalescing into a hidden sword behind its sheath.

Red flames licked the entire sheath, casting an ominous glow. The appearance of the sword instantly filled the air with tension.

Within a two-kilometer radius, the sounds of crying, fear, and desperate screams echoed.

Demon Emperor Zerathos grinned at the blade. He ran his fingers carefully along the sheath and said, "We meet again, Zephir."

Zephir was more than a sword—it was his loyal companion in countless past conquests.

And it was no ordinary weapon. It had been forged in the depths of an abyss in the western lands, a place said to have existed since the world’s creation and shrouded in mystery.

Anyone could imagine the terror it held.

Buzz!

Zephir hummed softly, as if acknowledging his words.

Demon Emperor Zerathos smirked, his gaze flicking toward Malverna in the distance, then lunged at her with incredible speed.

In an instant, he appeared beside her, raised his sword high, and slashed downward.

"Die!"

Boom!

A supersonic explosion tore through the air, sending a shockwave that shattered the ground beneath them and carved two long cracks stretching far into the distance.

Demon Emperor Zerathos could barely contain his delight.

Zephir’s strike was devastating—so powerful that, even in the past, none of his enemies had survived it.

But when the smoke cleared, Malverna still hovered in place, her right hand gripping her blade tightly, holding it firm.

"What...?" Zerathos’ eyes widened in shock. "You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Malverna clenched her left fist and drove it into his stomach.

Boom!

A shockwave exploded from behind Demon Emperor Zerathos, sending him hurtling backward.

Whoosh!

His body flew uncontrollably, and just as he struggled to regain balance, Malverna appeared above him.

She twisted her body, driving her heel straight toward his face.

Realizing the threat, Zerathos hastily raised Zephir as a shield.

Boom!

The kick sent him crashing into the ground, gouging a crater three meters deep.

Malverna gave him no chance to recover. She spun through the air, gathering momentum, and dove downward with terrifying force.

Zerathos barely had time to react. Summoning his demonic power, he leapt aside just a moment before Malverna slammed into the crater where he had been standing.

Boom!

The impact drove the crater even deeper. Had he been a moment slower, he would have been crushed instantly.

"Damn... she’s unbelievably strong!" Zerathos groaned, clutching his chest in pain.

Even though he had dodged her final strike, the earlier hits had left him seriously wounded.

’Even with Zephir’s help, I couldn’t suppress her... let alone defeat her. It’s impossible,’ he muttered, frustration thick in his voice.

He couldn’t comprehend how Malverna had reached such a level.

’Did she awaken before me?’

The thought made his expression harden. That was the only explanation that could make sense of everything.

Buzz!

A sudden red light blazed across the sky. Startled, he looked up and saw a magic circle spinning at an incredible speed.

"Not good!"

Zreeng!

Fiery knives rained down on Demon Emperor Zerathos.

Without hesitation, he flapped his wings and lunged forward.

To his surprise, another magic circle appeared ahead. This one glowed blue, unleashing razor-sharp ice shards.

With no time to react, Zerathos quickly folded his wings to shield his body.

Scrk! Scrk!

The ice shards pierced through his wings but failed to reach his body.

Confident he was safe, he spread his wings again—only to be met by a punch straight to the face.

Bang!

The impact bruised his face, launching him upward before he crashed down hard onto the ground.

This time, Demon Emperor Zerathos didn’t even try to fight back. He just lay there, his expression blank.

This defeat shattered not only his pride but also his spirit.

"How... is this possible? Why... did I lose?"

Even at only eighty percent of his full power, he should have been able to defeat anyone in the world—except the seven singularities.

But now, the belief he had clung to for so long lay in ruins.

He had lost. And the one who had done it was his former master—the one he had killed over a thousand years ago.

At that moment, Malverna descended from the sky. She looked at the pitiful Demon Emperor Zerathos and said coldly, "You... lost."