Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Chapter 290: This is Emperor Fengdu who governs our minor underworld! Lance: ???



Lance had not intended to concern himself with the affairs of the Abyssal Netherworld, but upon seeing the Soul Reapers of the Abyssal Netherworld, he suddenly felt that allowing the Demon Race of the Abyssal Netherworld to expand and act recklessly would defile the sacred existence he held in his heart. As he told the story, he never thought the Demon Race would bring the "Underworld" from his tale into reality. He had known before but hadn't cared, because the Abyssal Netherworld wasn't his creation, and naturally, there was no need to concern himself with this existence that was an enemy of Hell. Moreover, in his memory, an existence like the Abyssal Netherworld would eventually be annexed by Hell. The Abyssal Netherworld would naturally fade away. Now, it seemed he had overthought things; the power of Hell on this side of the abyss was still unable to easily destroy the Abyssal Netherworld. Not only that, the Abyssal Netherworld, which was an enemy of Hell, seemed to continue expanding; the Soul Reapers of the Abyssal Netherworld had even appeared in the Human World. Having stepped out of the abyss, this was enough to prove that the Abyssal Netherworld might be stronger than he had imagined. Since Hell was temporarily unable to destroy the Abyssal Netherworld, once he was free, he himself would visit the Abyssal Netherworld, and if necessary, he would use the power of Hell to assist him in destroying the Abyssal Netherworld created by the Abyssal Demon Race. "You all from Hell should roll back, this is the abyss, after the Abyssal Demon Race dies, their souls belong to our Abyssal Netherworld." The Grim Reaper's black robe dissolved, and the true face of the Abyssal Netherworld's Soul Reaper was revealed—a Succubus. She had a physical body, but her bodily state was different from normal living beings, likely altered by a secret technique. Or perhaps the Abyssal Netherworld had mastered a cultivation technique that allowed souls to cultivate a physical form. The Succubus Soul Reaper stood there, her eyes revealing a panic, as the Hell Grim Reaper, who was unreasonable, started beating her. With just a slap, he turned her Reaper robe into black mist. Such a level of Reaper was definitely not an Apprentice Reaper contracted by Hell; it might be a first-tier or second-tier Reaper from Hell. Knowing that a Hell Grim Reaper had come to escort this Fallen Angel's soul, she should have asked the dignified Ox-Head and Horse-Face to come and escort this Fallen Angel's soul. What to do now? Should she meekly return? If she returned like this, the Fallen Angel would surely belittle their Abyssal Netherworld, thinking their strength was lacking. If for this reason the Fallen Angel's soul was escorted away by the Hell Grim Reaper, how could their Abyssal Netherworld continue to contend with the Hell Reapers? "Hell is the final destination for all living beings, and the Abyssal Demon Race is no exception." "If you put it that way, then we can only notify our higher-ups in the Abyssal Netherworld, and ask them to discuss with you." "Go back and tell your leader of the Abyssal Netherworld to disband immediately or surrender to Hell. Your existence this long isn't because Hell can't handle you, but because Hell hasn't taken you seriously. If Hell really started to care, your Abyssal Netherworld would be destroyed in an instant. How can your mere two thousand years of history compare with the eternally enduring Hell? In heritage, strength, Reapers, resources, in which aspect can you surpass Hell? Better to stop while you're ahead, do not be greedy. If your Abyssal Netherworld really wants to contend with Hell, you'd need at least four or five Demon Gods to even be minimally qualified. Without four or five Demon Gods, what could your Abyssal Netherworld use to contend against Hell?" "Our Abyssal Netherworld naturally has Demon Gods, not only Demon Gods but also a Great Emperor." A… Great Emperor? The Abyssal Netherworld has a Great Emperor? Dare to usurp the title of a Great Emperor? This isn't right. This world never had a so-called Great Emperor; the Great Emperor of the Abyssal Netherworld probably came from his mythological stories. Which member of the Demon Race dares to call themselves the Great Emperor? If claiming to be Emperor Fengdu, then this Demon Race is even more incredible and will surely burst in death soon. "Is your Great Emperor's strength... above that of a Demon God?" "Of course, the Great Emperor rules over Hell, so naturally, his strength is the strongest." Oh, there really is a Demon Race daring enough to call themselves the Great Emperor. Lance became interested. He wanted to see just which Demon Race was so formidable. He also wanted to see... if this Demon Race claiming to be the Great Emperor had suffered backlash. "What is your Great Emperor's name? Say it and let's see if your Great Emperor of the Abyssal Netherworld is qualified to be an enemy of our Hell Reapers." "The name of the Great Emperor is not something we can call lightly. I cannot speak his name, but I can show you the statue of our Great Emperor." "Fine, come on then, let me see the statue of your Great Emperor of the Abyssal Netherworld." The Succubus Soul Reaper first bowed respectfully toward a certain direction, then whispered a few phrases, reverently producing a statue from her person. The features of the statue were covered by a mysterious force, making them unclear. From its bodily shape, it appeared to be a member of the Demon Race. There were horns on the head. There was also a dragon tail behind. The hands were covered in scales, resembling dragon claws. Lance, seeing the statue held by the Succubus, felt this statue was inexplicably familiar. Lying in a rocking chair, the Fallen Angel Justin also found the statue held by the Abyssal Netherworld Soul Reaper somewhat familiar. It seemed like he had just seen it recently... Hm? Just seen it recently? The Fallen Angel Justin suddenly stood up from the rocking chair, an image surfacing in his mind— Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance. The statue held aloft by the hands of the Abyssal Netherworld Soul Reaper... looked exactly like Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance. He thought about how the Abyssal Netherworld was born. Speaking of this Abyssal Netherworld, it couldn't be unrelated to Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance.

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