Noticing sothing amiss with the Proud Demon Kingdom, Lynn imdiately set off to investigate.
Yet when he arrived outside the capital, he didn’t see a fierce battle but rather a field of kneeling Demon Soldiers and Generals.
As for their commanders, they were not as fortunate to be kneeling; instead, they lay in a row, bodies on one side, heads on the other.
"Your Excellency, the Demon Emperor, you seem to be late."
Seeing Lynn descend from the sky, Ilya flicked the blood off her Demon Sword and spoke with pride.
"I truly didn’t expect you to handle such an unforeseen change."
Thanks to the Teleportation Array, Lynn’s journey didn’t take much ti. Yet in the limited ti, Ilya managed to purge the rebels efficiently; the high efficiency was indeed surprising.
"I am the foremost of the Demon Kings; I ought to have this capability."
Ilya responded proudly, breaking through on her own willpower, not relying on Lynn, filling her with vigor under suppressing circumstances.
"Well done, it seems I do have so strong support so as not to fight alone."
Lynn stepped forward, intending to pat Ilya on the shoulder to encourage her. However, after breaking into the Demigod Realm, Ilya’s true form was now ten ters tall, taller than a three-story building. If Lynn didn’t transform into his Demon Dragon form, he could only pat her leg.
But patting a leg is neither polite nor imposing, so Lynn opted out, instead leaping into the sky to check other battlefields.
After Lynn flew away, Ilya gripped her Demon Sword and surveyed herself, eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and fear.
Level 933, this was the precise level she attained after probing herself.
Although she’d just broken through the 900 level with sheer willpower, during the process of slaying defectors, she rose another 33 levels!
These 33 levels were not beginner’s enlightennt strengths but elevated from breaking through to the Demigod Realm baseline.
Advancing levels in the Demon Race apart from heaven-defying thods like epiphany are typically through daily training or killing enemies.
To the Demon Race, all entities from other worlds can be enemies, but not their kind.
If one could level up by killing their kind, regardless of strength, any race would head toward self-destruction.
The Demon Race is a large category including the Abyss, Dark, Chaos, Purgatory, and Yellow Springs clans, plus all minor clans like Blade Demons, Imps, Ogres, and Shadow Demons.
Although there are races like Blood Demons and Devourer Demons that advance by consuming kindred flesh, technically, they level up by the energy from flesh, not purely by killing kin.
Logically, killing these rebel Abyss Demon Corps Commanders would yield military surrender and command power benefits. But she hadn’t expected these demons’ deaths to enhance her level greatly, especially considering each had surpassed 900 due to army force, advancing her 33 levels.
Ilya had slain demons before without gaining level advancents, not even during challenges.
This might trace back to when the Demon God bestowed power, Lynn distributed his rightful strength to them in ways they couldn’t comprehend...
Ilya was eager to know what this ans were, and how it changed her, but ultimately didn’t ask.
Lynn had his secrets; she wasn’t kindred, even a forr enemy pre-partnership, so probing his secrets felt inappropriate.
Maybe after marriage, when truly one family, it would be easier to inquire casually. Whether he would disclose...
Soday they would know, for surely they have millennia ahead, given her and her seven sisters are unorthodox witches, displeased by Demon Realm’s chaotic romantic views, favoring a single devoted union. The long future with Lynn presents ample chance to uncover mysteries.
Upon reflection, Ilya took a breath and began instructing her subordinates to assimilate the surrendering Demon Soldiers and Generals.
With the chief villains gone, recruiting these soldiers was straightforward, as the Demon Race respects strength. Ilya was no longer a flower vase Demon King but a legitimate Proud Demon King!
anwhile, after rushing, Lynn arrived at the Envious Demon Kingdom near the Proud Demon Kingdom, seeing the green-haired Envious Demon King Aya.
At that mont, she was engaged in fierce battle with rebel Legion Commanders, but nearing its end.
Initially, without exceptional speed, relying solely on slight superiority in power, but after slaying two Legion Commanders, she inexplicably broke into the Demigod Realm, making subsequent fights easier.
Lynn, observing briefly, saw Aya concluding her battle.
"Your Excellency, the Demon Emperor is here! I perford well, didn’t I?"
Perhaps an illusion, but alone with Aya, Lynn noticed her vivacity akin to a neighboring class beauty or a childhood friend sister.
Overall, she seed more girlish than other Demon Kings, albeit with green hair seeming even more lantable than blondes.
"Seems none require my assistance; you resolved it yourselves."
Lynn nodded, affirming Aya’s efficiency while glancing at his team, noticing all Seven Great Demon Kings had crossed the 900 level threshold; none appeared to need him.
"Thankfully, they generally didn’t think we’d ruthlessly massacre. Saving Legion Commanders from fleeing, they instead assembled to outnumber us, making it easier to manage, requiring no exhausting pursuits."
Aya lightly kicked the defeated Envy Demon Kingdom’s First Legion Commander, believing similar situations occurred in other Demon Kingdoms, as only concentrating troops afforded leverage for rebellion, knowing fleeing was futile against near-Demigod strength true Demon Kings, especially within their kingdoms.
"The start was smooth, yet real challenges were never them; Abyssal Demons weakened inherently, securing internal stability with their removal. External threats are the real problem."
Lynn did what he intended at Ilya’s but didn’t fulfill, patting Aya’s shoulder in encouragent.
Truly understanding, young Envious knew adapting size eting customary heights displayed wisdom.
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