Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

1003  Chapter 1003- Birth of a New Light @@novelbin@@

Behind Agramon, came three warriors who stepped forward from the gate at the same time. All three of them carried incredible auras far more powerful than many of the high ranking demons here and were decked out in exquisite gears.

The three were the direct subordinates of the Demon Lord of Envy and fearsome [S] rank beings.

All of them stood behind Agramon, their expression filled with superiority when subjected to countless envious gazes.

Who here didn't want to become the most trusted and direct subordinate of one of the most powerful beings in this world? An accomplishment like that would instantly bolster their position to new heights.

Regretfully, only those three beings had the right to stand next to the Demon Lord.

"Garvex" Agramon called out.

Immediately, a being with ogre like frame, with three eyes and obsidian like body stepped forward.

"He is Garvex, a Mak'thar— species who are called the master of evil eyes. He is the leader among the three subordinates of the Demon Lord and his right hand man who has been bestowed with the strongest [Edict]" Vordanaz's voice rang inside his head.

"You better not get on his bad side or else even those beings backing you cannot save you".

Simon nodded, it was good to have someone do the explaining for him.

"I Garvex first of the three, will now do the explaining. Today you all who serve lord Agramon have gathered for no other reason but to discuss the plan of conquering the central continent from this point on"...

"I know what you all have to say, we have already made the plan, what reason is there to change at this point? Your concerns are reasonable but we must change it. The reason for that is because of the news we got a couple of hours ago. The northern demon army which was being led by Lord Zantheros, Lord Khaveth and Lord Gargelios, have been… defeated"…

"!!!"…

The grand chamber descended into utter chaos as Garvex's words reverberated through the room like a thunderclap. Gasps, growls, and murmurs filled the air, accompanied by a palpable sense of disbelief and confusion.

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The grand chamber descended into utter chaos as Garvex's words reverberated through the room like a thunderclap. Gasps, growls, and murmurs filled the air, accompanied by a palpable sense of disbelief and confusion.

Even seasoned demons like Gareth and Vordanaz, who rarely displayed emotions, were visibly shaken.

Gareth's mouth opened slightly as his brows furrowed deeply, while Vordanaz leaned forward, his usually sharp eyes reflecting uncharacteristic surprise.

 "This… This can't be true!" one of the high ranking demon nobles finally bellowed, his voice trembling with denial.

 "Lord Zantheros, Lord Khaveth, and Lord Gargelios—all defeated? Prima Demon Archdukes? Impossible! They've survived countless battles! Their power is second only to the Demon Lords! There must be some mistake!"

Several other voices joined in, expressing similar disbelief, their tones a mix of fear and anger.

The Prima Demon Archdukes were extremely ancient beings who had not only weathered the storms of time but had also accumulated power so vast that even the strongest beings across the realms thought twice before opposing them.

Their power could be better understood by the title they carried— 'Prima' meaning the very first. The title showed the gravity of their presence.

Prima Demon Archdukes were beings who had been alive since the time of the Seven Primordial Demon Lords and had seen the beginning of this world. They were a force that could alter the balance of the world itself.

So when the assembly heard that the three Pirma Demon Archdukes who were leading the demon forces from the north were defeated, nobody could believe it. They all wanted Garvex to recheck his facts and take back his statement.

However, Garvex remained resolute, his expression cold and unyielding as he waited for the clamor to die down. His stance was unwavering, and his sharp eyes glanced briefly at Agramon, who had yet to speak a word.

The Demon Lord of Envy's silence loomed large over the room, his stillness far more terrifying than any outburst. It was his unspoken acknowledgement of Garvex's announcement that silenced the crowd.

If Agramon had no objections, it could only mean one thing— the report was true.

Meanwhile, Simon stood behind Vordanaz, silently observing the chaos. Unlike the others, he wasn't well-versed in the history of this world or its wars went down. He had no idea who these three Prima Demon Archdukes were, nor did he fully grasp the gravity of their defeat.

"Who are these beings?" He could only turn to Vordanaz who had a mutual beneficial relationship with him.

Vordanaz shot him a sideways glance, clearly surprised at the question, but after a brief pause, he answered.

"The Prima Demon Archdukes are extremely ancient demons. Beings born during the reign of the Seven Primordial Demon Lords, they are considered the pinnacle of power within our kind, second only to the Demon Lords"...

"Their strength is immeasurable, their influence unparalleled. The fact that three of them were defeated simultaneously… it's unthinkable. To put it simply, their fall shakes the very foundation of our forces."

Simon furrowed his brows together as he processed the explanation. The room's panicked atmosphere suddenly made much more sense.

A new threat had emerged, and it was powerful enough to bring down beings of near-absolute strength.

The tension in the room grew unbearable. Finally, a low, hissing voice broke the silence.

"But how?" It came from a beast with three heads and a fiery body "How could such beings fall so suddenly? Who possesses the strength to defeat them? Could it be the Seraphims of Origin?"

 For three Prima Demon Archdukes to fall, the opponent had to possess a power similar to the Demon Lords. Beings who possessed that kind of power could be easily counted with hands.

"No," Garvex shook his head, firmly denying the possibility.

"Our scouts and seers watching over them have confirmed that the two Seraphims of Origin have not descended. They remain in their Heavenly Palaces, watching as always."

If it was not the Serpahims of Origin either, then who could it be?

Garvex sighed deeply, as if the answer he was about to give weighed heavily on him.