Junior sister took first place again

Chapter 511 The emperor’s heart is unpredictable

The devilish rain was endless, and a sticky black curtain covered the whole area.

The land of Youzhou was gasping for breath under the red-gold shield supported by the barrier of the Dayu Palace, like a lone boat in the raging sea, constantly bearing the slapping of dirty waves.

Deep in the palace, on the cold imperial throne, Ning Jiasheng's fingertips unconsciously tapped on the armrests. The monotonous "tap, tap" sound echoed in the empty and silent hall, and the air was filled with an invisible tense atmosphere.

The jade slips piled up on the desk were like death spells, constantly bringing the tragic news of the corruption of the four states of the human race:

The remnants of the Xingchen Sect and Xuanling Sect were drowned in blood in the demonic tide;

The mines that the Sword Forging Villa relied on for survival were saturated with demonic energy, and the fire in the refining furnace was almost extinguished;

Liuyun City, renowned for its extraordinary strength, had its thick walls forged from silver ore, but now a bone-eating monster had gnawed away its hideous maw...

Every piece of news is like a cold poisonous snake, biting the already slim hope.

The only thing that could ease her frown for a moment was an encrypted message from the Floating World: The Immortal Qinglian has arrived in the Floating World.

Although he didn't elaborate, only saying that he was dealing with important matters, the word "arrival" itself was enough to let Ning Jiasheng's heartstrings, which were stretched to the limit, relax a little.

As long as Master is here, the filthy mess of Xuanling Sect will finally be cut off.

The betrayal of the old villain Mengze, the blood feud of the sect leader and the humiliation of being trapped, the shame of the sect's holy land being reduced to a devil's lair... These deep hatreds churned in her chest like lava surging from the earth's core.

However, she simply closed the jade slip silently, her fingertips leaving barely perceptible indentations on the cold jade surface.

She is the new Demon King, the leader of the demon clan entrusted by His Majesty Mingyi.

He was a "traitor" who had already expelled himself from the Xuanling Sect.

If the Demon King intervenes in the internal strife of the human race at this moment, it will not only be unjustifiable, but will also confirm the slander of the Mengze lineage that "the demon race has wolfish ambitions" and "the Demon King is plotting to establish the Taoist lineage". It will simply add constraints to the master and even drag the entire demon race into the quagmire of human oppression.

"Don't move rashly." Ning Jiasheng whispered to himself, his voice as cold and hard as iron, causing a faint echo in the empty hall.

Reason was like a heavy shackle, locking up her boiling murderous intent.

The most urgent task is to consolidate the foundation of the demon clan, defend this only breathing space in the world-destroying demonic disaster, and wait for the master to clear out the sect with a thunderous force.

She had to be patient.

But this dam called reason is being constantly impacted and eroded by an increasingly turbulent undercurrent originating from the depths of the heart.

"Your Majesty! Urgent news from Prince Dikong!"

From outside the hall, a demon general's voice, etched with obvious panic, broke the deadly silence. "A new demonic rift has suddenly appeared outside the 'Bone Forest' stronghold! A large number of skeletal demon soldiers have poured out, and the stronghold's defenders... have lost nearly half their forces. Requesting immediate assistance!"

Ning Jiasheng suddenly opened his eyes, a cold light flashing in his golden pupils, like the eyes of a ferocious beast suddenly lighting up in the abyss: "Nearly half lost?!"

Her voice suddenly rose, carrying with it the wrath of thunder and a biting chill. The terrifying pressure from the Demon King came crashing down like a tangible hammer.

The demon general who was reporting outside the hall felt his knees go weak and he almost crawled to the ground, cold sweat instantly soaking his heavy armor.

"Is the defending general Yanjia dead?! How could the rifts surge without warning?! He missed the opportunity to fight and put his compatriots to death. What is his punishment?!"

Every word is like a knife tempered by ice.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please calm down..." The demon general's voice was shaking uncontrollably.

"Send a message to King Di Kong!" Ning Jiasheng's voice was resolute, carrying an undeniable destructive force. "Immediately dispatch the Iron Scale Army to aid the Bone Forest. Capture the derelict General Yan Jia and his subordinates, arrest Yao Yuan, and bring him back to the Sun Palace. Imprison him in the Prison of Sinners to await his fate. If anything happens to the Bone Forest again—"

She paused for a moment, a cold murderous intent spreading out, "Let King Di Kong come to see me with his demon pill!"

"As you command!" The demon general retreated, tumbling and crawling as if escaping from purgatory. The lingering pressure in the hall made the air stagnant.

When the news reached King Di Kong, this veteran demon king, known for his composure, crushed the jade talisman in his hand, his face turning ashen.

The new Demon King is too cruel.

Yanjia was his trusted and beloved general, so even if he had made mistakes, why would he do this? This was clearly a warning to the Wing Clan.

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath, trying to suppress the nameless anger in his heart and the anxiety that was almost hungry for power.

She knew that the Bone Forest was in a dangerous location and the pressure was enormous, so the heavy losses were understandable.

But a voice screamed frantically in her head: Incompetent! All incompetent! If you had absolute power, why would you fear a mere crack? If you had an elite and invincible army, why would you let so many demons die in vain?!

Her desire for power, like a dying person in the desert's obsession with sweet springs, has never been so intense and twisted.

Every time there was a blockage in deploying troops, every time the light shield of the formation trembled, and every time she saw the boundless demonic tide outside the light shield, she felt a powerlessness and violence that penetrated deep into her bones.

She needed a stronger, more absolute power! Enough to crush all monsters, enough to turn Youzhou into an iron-clad fortress before her master returned.

Even... it was enough for her to tear apart the hypocritical rules and grind the inner demon and Mengze into ashes with her own hands.

She stood up and walked towards the boiling formation core in the center of the hall.

The scarlet-gold origin of the Nine Lights True Fire is like a roaring sea of ​​​​lava, emitting light and heat that can burn the world.

Ning Jiasheng sat cross-legged at the center of the formation, forming seals with his hands and exerting all his spiritual power.

A vast and majestic torrent of flames rushed madly into her meridians, burning her demonic bones, tempering her soul, and bringing her a pleasure and fulfillment that was almost destructive.

She needs more power to become stronger!

Wrapped in flames, she seemed to be devouring the sun.

However, a subtle, cold, and slippery undercurrent like a poisonous snake also quietly seeped into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness along with this violent energy.

It silently nourishes her greed for power, catalyzes her anger at the incompetence of her subordinates into a kind of condescending and cold attitude that regards all living beings as ants, and alienates her anxiety about the plight of the human race into extreme vigilance and suspicion of "those who are not of my race must have different hearts."

Deep in her heart, the dark seed greedily sucked the nutrients of negative emotions, and its roots were quietly growing deeper.

"His Majesty!"

The figure of the personal guard commander, Fu E, hurried in with a barely perceptible solemnity, and knelt on one knee. "In the direction of 'Dark Swamp,' an elite patrol under King Qingxiao's command was ambushed by monsters... and completely wiped out."

"The rear outpost observed several team members appearing to be deeply corrupted by demonic energy at the last moment, showing signs of... biting their companions."

"Demonic energy invading?! Biting companions?!" Flames exploded around Ning Jiasheng, the temperature of the hall soared instantly, and the air distorted.

She stood up suddenly, her robes fluttering wildly, and the golden light in her eyes almost condensed into a tangible sword of murderous intent. "The Sky Fox Clan specializes in spiritual magic, can King Qingxiao still lift a sword?! His elite troops were infiltrated by demonic energy and they were completely unaware?! Trash! A bunch of damn trash!"

Her voice was like a cold wind from the underworld, scraping at the bones and gnawing at the soul. "Send a message to King Qingxiao! Immediately seal off the entire Dark Swamp. Thoroughly investigate all those who have had contact with that patrol team, regardless of their identities, and immediately isolate and investigate them. Anyone who even remotely suspects demonic influence, or dares to resist—"

Her words paused coldly, the fierce flames replaced by a chilling chill that froze the soul. "Kill them on the spot! If there are any more such omissions, I, the demon king, will fill the cracks in the demonic realm."

"Yes! Your Majesty." Fu E's heart trembled, feeling the murderous will that had almost become a substance. He did not dare to hesitate for a moment, bowed his head and accepted the order, and quickly retreated.

This order will surely cause shock and dissatisfaction among the Qingxiao King's lineage and even more demon tribes.

The new Demon King's iron-blooded tactics are almost harsh.

The hall returned to dead silence, with only the sound of the Nine Lights True Fire roaring and burning in the center of the formation.

Ning Jiasheng slowly sat back on the imperial throne, the golden flames dancing on her fingertips reflecting her profile, which was as cold as a sculpture.

She raised her hand and stared at her long, bony fingers. Her skin looked unusually pale under the blazing light.

Suddenly, a tiny black line, like the movement of a living thing, flashed across the skin on the back of her hand, so fast that she thought it was an illusion of light and shadow.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the air that was so hot that it almost burned her lungs.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, the black seedling that was watered by violence, suspicion, and greed seemed to grow stronger, and its strange roots were entwining more tightly around the foundation of her will.

"Your Majesty," a slightly low voice sounded in the water mirror. It was King Zebei.

The burly and hot-tempered demon king's expression was not looking good at the moment. He suppressed his emotions and said with a bow, "Eleven kings have jointly sent a message. Regarding the details of opening the secret vaults in each city and allocating resources, there are still objections. Your Majesty, please move to the meeting hall to discuss it together."

Ning Jiasheng didn't open his eyes, only the cold imperial voice echoed in the hall: "Objection? In the face of the demonic calamity, resources should be prioritized for defending the city and improving combat capabilities. Tell them to carry out my order from yesterday."

"Details? Only those who survive are qualified to discuss the details. If anyone has any further objections, let them come to the Sun Palace and discuss it with me!"

The impatience and pressure in his words made King Zebei's expression in the mirror even uglier. He opened his mouth, but ultimately snorted heavily and closed the connection.

The other waiting demon kings received the reply and looked at each other in dissatisfaction and worry, but no one dared to say anything.

Ning Jiasheng sat upright on the imperial throne, with flames flickering around him.

Master...when will you return?

The faint call in her heart was wrapped in a thick, cold shell and surging murderous intent, as fragile as a spark flickering on the edge of the abyss.

Youzhou... the demon tribe... she must defend it.

With greater force and a more unquestionable iron fist.

Any hidden dangers must be eliminated with the most brutal means.

Any obstacle that stands between her and her power must be completely crushed.

Coldness, suspicion, irritability, and a paranoid desire for absolute power are becoming frightening labels for the new Demon King, whose foundation is still unstable.

The seeds planted by the inner demon have been greedily absorbing the nutrients of negative emotions deep in the emperor's heart and growing quietly.

Ning Jiasheng, sitting on the lofty imperial throne, was trapped in a vortex of internal and external difficulties, sliding step by step towards the abyss shrouded by the shadow of his inner demon. Only the hope for his master remained, flickering with difficulty in the increasingly thick darkness.