Hyper-Dimensional Player

Imprisoning the Divine Spirit must ultimately come at a price.

If not for Duncan’s appearance, Vokin would have embarked on a long campaign of revenge against him; however, with Duncan’s arrival, Glazest was directly eliminated by the combined Divine Power of the goddesses of the Bright Water Realm.

"Activate the Tower of Ten Thousand Gates!"

Veen calmly issued the command, powerful mind waves spreading in all directions, possessing mind abilities far beyond other Demon Lords.

One after another, portals opened.

Soon, the Blood War Legion from the Ten Thousand Abyss Plain joined the battle, a demon legion under his control, once Glazest’s foundation in the Ten Thousand Abyss Plain.

"Open the Tower of Storms!"

A dense storm of lightning descended from the sky, accompanied by thousands of Freos; the Tower of Storms was a place Glazest used to test new recruits, but by activating the Earth Vein Magic Power of the Silver Palace, it could summon an enormous range of lightning storms.

"Master."

"The Blood Sacrifice Tower is ready."

"The ritual can begin at any moment."

A powerful Predator Demon appeared, its ferocious visage gazing at the distant enemies with a hint of bloodlust; once the Blood Sacrifice Tower was activated, the magic of the entire Silver Palace would become extremely abundant.

But the cost was also great.

Veen shook his head slowly, gazing at the front’s meat grinder battlefield. The intensity of this war matched the Abyssal Blood War, with troop deployments numbering over one hundred thousand. Although the number of High Tier demons was not large, victory couldn’t be decided in a short time.

Boom!

At that moment, the high wall outside the Silver Palace suddenly collapsed, followed by the energy field protecting the Ivory Tower being shattered by a giant Beheading Sword ablaze with eerie flames.

The next second.

In Veen’s astonished eyes, over ten Balrog Flame Demons suddenly teleported into the battlefield, led by a figure exuding terrifying pressure, surrounded by sacrificial-like demonic flames that scorched the demon guards on the walls.

The lightning storm seemed to be isolated by Its power, with countless bolts of lightning striking around It, yet unable to harm It in the slightest.

"Follow me!"

Duncan’s figure was like a red-hot blade, seemingly cutting through butter, as he broke through the Silver Palace’s defenses. More than ten Balrog Flame Demons surrounded him; the terrifying fiery aura spread hundreds of meters across the battlefield, followed by a guard of six-armed Nagas, more than twenty in number, wildly wielding six longswords, stirring up storms of death with their sword dances.

"Finally appeared."

Veen gazed at that distant figure, who had breached the Silver Palace’s high wall, captured the Storm Spire, and was heading toward the Sacrificial Tower where Veen was located.

Duncan’s figure led over ten Balrog Flame Demons, effortlessly shattering thousands of demon guards.

But just as he prepared to directly strike down the distant demon lord Veen atop the blood-red tower, his expression suddenly froze, and he slowly halted his steps. The enormous demon wings folded, and he descended from the sky.

Countless demons knelt in surrender on the ground.

In Trasia’s surprised gaze outside the city walls, the Silver Palace’s gate slowly opened, but the next second, her expression turned to shock, followed by a face ashen with rage.

"Madam."

"Veen has surrendered to that lord," a Succubus hurriedly whispered.

Unbelievable!

This Veen was simply sowing discord.

A scene that left Trasia extremely furious unfolded, as Veen led the demon guards of the Silver Palace in surrender, including the Blood War 33rd Legion, which had come from the Ten Thousand Abyss Plain to support, and the Blood War 47th Legion. These were two Blood War veteran legions stationed in the Ten Thousand Abyss Plain, though small in number, only a few thousand, but mainly composed of mid-tier demons, considered Glazest’s main battle legions previously.

All these demons surrendered to Duncan.

As one of the conditions, they became a demon legion loyal to Duncan rather than directly subordinate to Trasia herself.

Including Veen, he was willing to serve only Duncan and not obey Trasia’s commands.

The Silver Palace changed hands.

But for some reason, as Trasia entered the splendid and yet dilapidated majestic Silver Palace, there was not a hint of a smile on her face. Veen’s allegiance meant Duncan directly controlled part of the power in the Ten Thousand Abyss Plain, while also possessing a powerful demon legion numbering over ten thousand.

Although she promised and was willing to share part of her power with Duncan.

But not this much!

This is too much.

At this point, Duncan’s strength even exceeded her own foundations, originally the Balrog Flame Demons were inherently inclined to follow this terrifying Half-Demon Warrior; in just a few battles, he also subdued more than twenty six-armed Nagas, taking over Asas’s elite personal guards.

Now, with two elite legions of Abyssal Blood War under Duncan’s command, plus the Demon Lord Veen, his strength far surpassed hers.

If this man had even the slightest ambition to become the Dark Monarch, she would have to immediately abdicate.

Even if he didn’t want to, Trasia realized she was very likely to become overshadowed.

Swan Tower.

Duncan’s figure stood in front of a lavish and magnificent palace, welcoming Trasia’s arrival; behind him were a group of Balrog Flame Demon Guards, standing along the jade steps, each step held a powerful six-armed Naga, each wielding six longswords, forming arches of sword blades as a tribute to the ’Monarch.’