Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

1002  Chapter 1002- Demon Lord of Envy— [Agramon] (4)

Each side blamed the other and thought they were the ones who were wronged. The two sides opposing views and the severity of the situation only escalated the flames of war further.

It was no wonder the Dragon Lords had to step in to put an end to this war.

 "Anyways, it's time for the [Assembly], you should come too" Vordanaz looked at the positions of the moons, determined the time before moving out.

Simon tagged along with Vordanaz, in any case in the Demon Lord's faction he only had connections with the latter. Tagging along with him was his only choice besides, the Demon Duke's reputation could also be beneficial for him to formulate his plans for the upcoming conflicts.

All that aside… [Assembly] huh? Simon did not have to contemplate long before he was shown what Vordanaz meant by [Assembly].

Thousands of demons, numerous high ranking beasts and kings of various races. All the major powers of the demon lord faction, the mighty presences he felt when first arriving at the Demon Lord's camp, it was the assembly of the strongest beings.

They all gathered inside an independent space filled with loess and ruins. In the middle of the realm, there was a huge stage made out of numerous protruding rocks. These rocks were like seats in an auditorium, centering a larger rock with a rock throne in the middle.

The demons and beings of the realm stood in those rocks as per their status and position in the Demon Lord's faction.

The likes of a Demon Marquess were dime a dozen here and they were all standing at the rocks further back from the stage. However, Simon simply stood at the rock where Vordanaz was, which was at the forefront of the pack.

As someone who was tagging along with an influential and powerful Demon Duke, there was no need for him to stand at the back. Although he got some strange and unfriendly gazes, they were from the ones who were hostile or rival to the demon duke.

Most did not even care about his existence. Of course, there was always an exception to the rule— like there being a certain Demon Duke who was smiling towards him.

Of course, as someone not from this timeline there shouldn't be any being in this world who can recognise him recognise him. And it was the indeed case; however, it was the opposite here.

He was the one who knew the other party. That's right, the one staring down at him from a rock not far away was none other than Gareth.

Although the latter looked much younger than his present self, there was no mistaking the dreadful aura that only a truly strong being could emit.

"Oh?" Seeing Simon stare directly at his eyes without breaking away, caught his interest. Gareth's smile widened.

Usually, demons would feel really uncomfortable when gazing at a higher ranking demon, and faint even if the gap in rank is too high. However Simon, he not only showed no signs of discomfort, he fully ignored the bloodline pressure.

"Interesting, since when did Vordanaz's faction have such an amusing demon".

Simon could see Gareth's lips moving causing him to furrow his brows.

"Don't bother with him, that guy… he is unpredictable. You better stay far away from him if you want to live a long life that is" Vordanaz cautioned.

Two Dukes locked eyes, sparks erupted and a powerful pressure descended on the place. Usually, when a Demon Duke released their aura, it would cause mayhem and evoke fear from other demons.

However, in here, a place filled with powerful beings, it was a form of entertainment.

"Oh, those two are at it again. Are they gonna fight?"…

 "Go for it, the demon lord has restricted us from stepping onto the battlefield, I'm really itching to watch a fight"… the crowd cheered.

 "Do you remember our score?" Gareth taunted.

"I have stopped counting after a thousand" Vordanaz replied.

"Hehe, it seems like I need to remind you once again. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like I will get a chance today" Gareth looked at the central rock.

 At this moment, the space around there distorted violently and a portal of swirling black and amethyst hues tore open. The air grew heavy, charged with an oppressive aura that weighed down even the mightiest of demons nearby.

A silence, unnatural and suffocating, fell across the land. Then through the portal stepped a single being.

His tall, imposing figure was draped in a flowing mantle of black and deep purple whose edges flickered like flames, yet no heat emanated from them— only a cold, soul piercing chill.

He was decked out in a sleek segmented full body armor with exquisite design. He had an extremely handsome face, sharp jawline, glowing amethyst eyes and rose gold that seemed to move erratically even without any wind.

Faint crackling of thunder emitted every time he took a step. The figure that stepped out was extremely eye catching no doubt; however, the most unique feature about him would be the large eye at the centre of his chest plate that seemed to blink unnaturally.

The moment he stepped forward, the atmosphere shifted dramatically, as though the world itself bent to acknowledge his presence. His sheer presence presence crushed the spirits of those in the vicinity.

Even demons of high rank felt their legs tremble involuntarily, some instinctively bowing their heads. His aura was not just power— it was a manifestation of envy itself, seeping into the hearts of all who gazed upon him, filling them with doubt, despair, and an overwhelming urge to kneel.

Who could the man who can evoke such fear from all the demons and beings of power be, other than the Demon Lord of Envy?

"We greet the mighty Demon lord— Agramon" The entire assembly greeted in unison.

"Un, so you all have gathered? Good, I have important to discuss with you and plans that need to be made from this point forth"

Agramon took his seat on the throne made for him.

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