Hyper-Dimensional Player

Inside the Silver Palace.

As the grand procession of the Dark Monarch Glazest set out, amidst the enchanting demon entourage bidding farewell, a figure slightly more voluptuous than the other enchanting demon attendants quietly raised her head. The Enchanting Demon Queen watched the departing back of the Dark Monarch, a sly smile curled at her lips.

As long as the Dark Monarch isn’t in the Silver Palace, few can stop her from sneaking in.

Previously, fearing the power of the Dark Monarch, the Enchanting Demon Queen Meikanshute dared not venture too deeply. She didn’t dare approach the sixty-six Ivory Towers nearby, only scouting the palaces around. But now, with the Dark Monarch gone, she could not only scout freely but even secretly destroy some of the magic devices in the Ivory Towers.

If she doesn’t seize this opportunity, she isn’t fit to be a Demon Queen.

Meikanshute had already decided that once the heroes of the Material Plane successfully rescue the Goddess of Wealth Waukeen, she would immediately sabotage the structure of the Silver Palace and then take advantage of the chaos to launch her demon army to seize the contested territories.

What’s in the mouth is truly hers; the Demon Queen was already contemplating how to maximize her gains.

Meanwhile.

In the Zerata’s Death Arena, as two newly elevated gladiators entered the arena, the surrounding erupted with cheers, but the cheers only lasted for a moment. Soon, countless demons seemed to have their throats constricted, all turning their heads to gaze at the highest viewing platform, then each knelt on one knee.

Their Monarch had arrived.

——Dark Monarch-Glazest (Divine-like Power) (Abyss Giant) (Eight-Star Gold).

The Enchanting Demon Queen Meikanshute wasn’t of the same caliber as Him.

This was already infinitely close to the power of a True God.

The biggest flaw, perhaps, in the Divine-like Power possessed by the Dark Monarch, a part of the near-Divine Format ability, was that it was granted by the Abyss itself to Upper Demon Lords, rather than belonging to Him directly.

This is the weakness of all Demon Lords; the Abyssal Will is the real concept of deification.

"Very strong."

"Without Waukeen’s saint incarnation leading, the odds of winning by force are very low." Duncan’s pupils constricted.

At the highest point of the stands, the Wolf Serpent Demon knelt respectfully on one knee, while the Dark Monarch leisurely surveyed the arena’s two gladiators, His gaze first skimmed over the burly and fierce Abyssal Evil Flame-Balrog-Burning Body, a trace of admiration in the Dark Monarch’s eyes.

This Balrog was even stronger than the ordinary guards by His side.

Then Glazest’s gaze shifted to Duncan nearby, a look of amazement flickering in His eyes, followed by covetousness and greed, even a hint of intense lust, as if a terrible possessiveness, wanting to claim this proud half-demon as His own.

Not far away, the Enchanting Mage-Marita noticed the Dark Monarch’s expression, her face changed slightly.

Bad news!

He has taken a liking to her lover.

Marita had already savored the pleasures these past couple of days, having long considered Duncan’s transformation into a half-demon as her secret lover, and now seeing the expression of the Dark Monarch, it was without a doubt that this wanton Demon Lord had developed a strong interest in him.

However, the Dark Monarch’s temperament was fickle; it was not surprising for Him to simultaneously fancy several people within a day.

"Who do you think will win?"

Glazest asked the Wolf Serpent Demon beside Him, smiling.

The Wolf Serpent Demon replied in a deep voice: "The Abyssal Evil Flame-Balrog-Burning Body has a greater chance of winning."

It doesn’t matter if they die.

Alive and unable to get the body, dead and able to claim the soul.

The Dark Monarch’s gaze held a hint of regret as He looked at Duncan below, then settled into the throne at the center of the stands. Soon, a flamboyant Zor Elf sat in His lap, and the Dark Monarch flirted with the beautiful Zor Elf in His arms while toying with the Enchanting Mage on the side with His six-fingered hand.

This was a pet presented to Him by another Enchanting Demon Lord, who was also a competitor of Meikanshute.

With the rising blazing flames, a High Tier Soul Reaper Demon activated a spell barrier, simultaneously announcing the official start of the Death Arena.

——Abyssal Evil Flame-Balrog-Burning Body (Balrog) (Six-Star Gold).

The opponent was a towering five-meter behemoth, entering the arena like a giant, spreading terrifying pressure in all directions, making many low-tier demons struggle to breathe. The gigantic demon wings cast shadows; this Balrog looked down at Duncan with a hint of disdain, his eyes fell onto his Flaming Demon Beheading Sword, and he slowly said: "The Molten Greatsword?"

"Wasn’t He dead on the Blood War Battlefield?"

"Where did you get His sword?"

He recognized Duncan’s greatsword, which once belonged to a powerful Balrog.

Duncan calmly replied: "No comment."

He raised his sword to the Balrog in front of him, like a mount of flesh, in salute. The gesture pleased the Dark Monarch above, for He always considered Himself different from other Demon Lords.

Boom!

The flames blazed.

The Abyssal Evil Flame-Balrog-Burning Body lifted the Flame Demon Greatsword with one hand, raising a twelve-meter-long flame whip in the air. Balrogs were maestros of dual weapon combat, but usually resolved opponents with just the greatsword, only using the flame whip when facing swift foes.

Cheers echoed throughout the arena.