Chapter 269: Dekan, the Actor of Strength
No matter how hard Karlst tried, he couldn’t comprehend the sudden change.
But based on his years of experience staying in the Demon King’s Tomb, he soon determined one thing.
This Little Succubus must have received recognition from one of the Demon Kings, allowing her to start commanding Demon King’s Power, which was why she became several times stronger in an instant!
But Karlst couldn’t figure it out.
How had Dekan managed to contact any Demon King within the isolated illusionary space?!
However, while Karlst was shocked and contemplating,
Dekan noticed him as if aware of his presence and turned with disdain to look at him.
Dekan slowly raised his gaze.
“Continue? Keep me locked up.”
Behind those golden pupils seemed to rest an abyss of immense coldness, yet also a sacred fire that could never be extinguished.
The piercing gaze felt as if it could pierce through Karlst’s soul, filling him with an instinctual fear!
It was the oppressive aura of an absolute superior!
And the only beings who could exert such pressure on him were those he knew all too well:
The Demon Kings!
Even though the appearance of the Little Succubus within the illusion had remained the same as before,
Karlst could be certain that this demon was now a completely different entity.
As if possessed!
And the one possessing her…
Karlst had an answer in mind, but he dared not voice it.
“You! No, my lord, who are you?!”
He could only tremble and ask.
“Heh heh, you already know the answer in your heart, do you not? Negligent tomb-guarding demon, what were you doing when my tombstone was destroyed?”
Dekan’s voice grew colder, but it concealed a barely suppressed rage.
Dekan then swept his gaze around the surroundings, seemingly becoming even more dissatisfied.
Karlst was already drenched in cold sweat and quickly dissolved the illusion that had trapped Dekan.
The purpose of this illusion was no longer necessary.
And now, with the conviction that the will before him belonged to a Demon King, Karlst dared not offend the Demon King any further.
Though he did not know the exact process of how a Demon King could reincarnate,
There was only one answer now.
When Dekan had previously mocked the tombstone of the Demon King and interacted extensively with it,
What the Prison Guard did not expect was that this tombstone not only preserved the will of the Demon King but also a fragment of the Demon King’s soul.
And this fragment of the soul possessed knowledge of some unknown rituals.
Thus, sensing an opportunity, the Demon King took control of the Prison Guard’s body.
This must also explain why Dekan inside the illusion could suddenly gain recognition from a Demon King and receive an empowerment from Demon King’s Power!
Judging by the extent of Dekan’s empowerment,
This Demon King’s seal appeared as though it hadn’t been eroded by time for long, and the Demon King must have been exceedingly powerful in life to leave such a contingency behind and grant such a strong empowerment to this body.
Karlst wanted to ask which of the two recently violated tombs this spirit of the Demon King belonged to.
But he dared not ask.
Such a transgression might cost him his life.
Even though the revived Demon King, using the empowered body of the Prison Guard, had merely reached seventh-tier strength temporarily,
If the entity controlling the body were the Demon King in person, there was no telling how many other Demon Kings would support her!
She might only need to touch the altar to seek help from all other Demon Kings throughout history, receiving greater power empowerment to kill the negligent Warden!
Dekan seemed to see through Karlst’s concerns.
With a touch of mockery at the corner of his lips, Dekan coldly said to Karlst:
“Although you deserve death, you remain useful. If you assist me, you can atone for your sins and make up for your previous failure.”
He stood there motionless, showing no intention of touching the altar for more power.
“Please instruct my lord.”
Karlst spoke solemnly.
At this layer, he couldn’t initiate attacks on the Prison Guard anyway, and even if he really did manage to trap the Demon King possessing the Prison Guard now, he would face the harshest punishment when his strength gave out and the enraged Demon King took control.
While there still seemed to be a chance to reverse the situation, following this Demon King seemed to be the only best option at present.
…
Dekan nodded.
Good. Fooling this guy had worked.
He dared not approach the altar to seek help from the Demon Kings of past generations.
Because the Master was not a legitimate Demon King acknowledged by this mausoleum, nor known by any Demon King within it.
In the eyes of other Demon Kings, even though Dekan now possessed all traits of a Demon King,
He was nothing but a fake from who-knows-where.
And once he touched the altar, not only would he not gain power, but the fact that Dekan was a “fake Demon King” would most likely be exposed.
Even if Karlst couldn’t attack him afterward,
He would surely use troublesome illusions to hinder him and cause interference.
Dekan had no intention of being locked up by Karlst in the illusory space and wasting half a day again.
Now, Dekan had only one task at hand.
He needed to destroy all Demon King tombstones here before Karlst discovered the truth.
Then, this parliamentary Demon King’s Tomb would be left with only the Master as the sole “false legislator.”
And it would become a true dictatorship!
The Demon King would be able to fully command the Demon King’s Power of this layer.
So Dekan’s plan was to act as a “reincarnated Demon King who temporarily possessed the Prison Guard’s body.”
And to thoroughly deceive Karlst!
Dekan glanced at Karlst’s apprehensive behavior indifferently and shook his head.
“Karlst, you should know what it means for my tomb to be desecrated, right?”
Under Dekan’s gaze, Karlst felt immense torment.
He didn’t know whether to answer or not.
His lips trembled, but he dared not utter a word.
Because any answer was an offense.
Desecrated Demon Kings suffered immensely!
How could they maintain any reputation afterward?!
“Never mind your reply. But let me ask you this: if you were me, how would you avoid becoming one of the two biggest jokes among all Demon Kings?”
Dekan continued to scrutinize Karlst and posed his question.
“…”
Karlst couldn’t think of a way; for a desecrated Demon King, the loss of reputation was irreversible.
You’ve already become a joke among Demon Kings.
Karlst thought in his heart.
Wait.
Carefully analyzing Dekan’s words from earlier.
Perhaps there was actually a way?
The emphasis didn’t seem to be on “joke,” but on “one of two”?
If everyone else became a joke too, then relatively speaking, those two desecrated Demon Kings wouldn’t seem so unfortunate after all?
“Could it be… Could you be thinking of…?!”
Seeing Dekan’s expression that clearly said “well done,” Karlst couldn’t help but take two steps back in fear.
The Demon King before him was contemplating something extremely perilous!
And trying to pull him into it as well!
