Chapter 1321: Demon Race Subjugation (2)

Chapter 1321: Chapter 531: Demon Race Subjugation (2)

“Fine, I accept.”

The Demon King ground his teeth, forcing out every word.

“From this day forth, the Demon Race is willing to serve the Dark Empire!”

In that instant, earth-shaking cheers exploded, roaring into the heavens.

The soldiers of the Dark Legion all raised their arms and shouted.

“Master mighty! The Demon Race submits, and the world is invincible!”

“With the Master as our Commander, what could possibly be beyond us?”

Amid the chorus of praise, Zhang Beixing inclined his head slightly.

His gaze slowly swept over the subjects around him.

Only at this moment did he truly realize.

He was drawing ever closer to the goal he had dreamed of day and night.

That was—

To unify the world, to rule all creation!

Of course, he would not monopolize the fruits of victory.

“Alina, Richard.”

He summoned his two confidants, his tone gentle.

“This time, it was thanks to your assistance.”

“If you had not exhausted yourselves for me, I could never have achieved what I have today.”

Hearing the praise from her beloved, the Vampire Princess flushed scarlet.

“Beixing, you’re too polite.”

She said softly, “It is my honor to serve you.”

“And I’ll have to keep working hard in the future, too.”

Richard also bowed respectfully.

“The Master flatters me.”

He declared firmly, “For the future of the Dark Empire, I will spare no sacrifice!”

Zhang Beixing felt a warmth rise in his heart at these words.

One of them was his intimate lover, the other a sworn brother and dearest friend.

With them by his side, what could possibly be impossible?

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

[Master, with the Demon Race submitting, you’ve taken yet another great stride toward your ultimate goal.]

The Persuasion System seized the moment to “compliment” him.

[At this rate, it won’t be long before you unify the world.]

“Hahaha, but of course!”

Zhang Beixing threw back his head and laughed, his heroic spirit surging.

“The mere Demon Race is nothing more than a stepping stone on my path to conquering the world.”

“Next, there are still many more challenges awaiting me!”

Indeed, for Zhang Beixing, this was only the beginning.

He was destined to become the legend of this era.

An unparalleled Monarch, fated to write his own immortal saga.

The heavens and earth vast and bleak—who will seize dominion of the cosmos? Who dares contend?

When the Demon Race bowed their heads and acknowledged him as lord, it was as if heaven and earth themselves trembled.

All beings cried out in shock; God Demon shuddered.

This scene was destined to be recorded in the annals of history, to be sung for generations.

Zhang Beixing sat upright upon the throne, his gaze sharp as a blazing torch, towering over all living things.

Before him, every challenge seemed utterly insignificant.

The trifling Demon Race was nothing more than pieces on the board in his hand.

His true opponents were still ahead.

Perhaps only gods themselves were worthy to face him in battle.

“Master, the realm is settled; your glory shall endure for ten thousand generations!”

Richard knelt on the ground, trembling with excitement.

In this moment, he finally beheld the radiance of a Monarch.

It was the pursuit of his entire life, and the highest honor he could imagine.

Zhang Beixing only smiled faintly and waved his hand.

“Rise, Richard.”

His tone was gentle, like that of an elder brother.

“All of this is simply what I deserve.”

“In the days to come, if you remain with me, you will witness far more than this.”

Just a few simple words, yet they carried boundless confidence.

As though he held the very lifeline of the world in his grasp.

At his side, Alina’s heart was surging as well.

Gazing at the handsome profile of the man she loved, her eyes were filled with infatuation and worship.

“Beixing, on this journey, you’ve gone through so much.”

The Vampire Princess murmured with quiet emotion, her eyes gleaming.

“Yet no matter what you face, you always charge forward, invincible and unstoppable.”

“That bearing, that breadth of mind—I could never hope to learn it.”

Hearing the praise from his beloved, Zhang Beixing’s smile grew even more Wenrou.

He rose slowly and drew the beauty into his arms.

“Silly girl, you’ve already done wonderfully.”

He whispered in her ear, his breath coiling about her.

“Without your support, how could I have come this far?”

The two stared deeply into each other’s eyes, filled with tenderness and sweet affection.

In that instant, all things under heaven faded into insignificance.

Only each other truly mattered.

Yet such warmth was doomed not to last.

[Master, the Demon Race may have been subdued, but you must not let your guard down.]

[From what I know, in the distant East, there is another force that cannot be ignored.]

[They call themselves the Immortal Family, wielding Power that borders on the divine.]

[It’s entirely possible they will become your greatest threat in the future.]

At these words, Zhang Beixing’s brows knit slightly as he sank into thought.

It seemed this world was far more complex than he had imagined.

Even as the Vampire King, he could not afford to be careless.

“Rest easy, System.”

After a short while, he raised his head, his gaze resolute.

“Whoever dares block my path, I’ll see them die with no grave to bury them!”

“Be it Immortal Family or God Demon, none shall dream of hindering my steps!”

His words rang like iron, brimming with a domineering contempt for all under heaven.

This was the bearing of a Dark Emperor—above all, peerlessly arrogant, the world bowing to him alone!

The days to come were destined to be far from peaceful.

To consolidate the grand situation, Zhang Beixing launched a new round of conquest.

[Master, on the Western Continent, the Elf Race’s strength is not to be underestimated.]

The Persuasion System once more offered its advice.

[They have dwelt in the primeval forest for generations; their control over nature has reached a pinnacle.]

[If they could submit to you, they would undoubtedly become a formidable support.]

At these words, a playful smile curled at Zhang Beixing’s lips.

“Makes sense.”

He inclined his head lightly, a sharp gleam flickering in his eyes.

“Then let’s go pay these Elves a visit, and see just how much skill they truly possess!”

As his voice fell, a streak of golden light flashed.

Angel’s Wing slowly unfurled behind him, spectacular to behold.

The next instant, the Vampire King had already vanished from where he stood.

Only a lingering echo remained, reverberating through the great hall.

“Await news of my triumphant return!”

At the same time, in the distant Elf Kingdom—

A man draped in a verdant long robe sat upright upon the throne.

On his forehead lay a curious sigil.

Like a newly-sprouted leaf, it pulsed with vigorous life.

This was the symbol of the Elf Race.

It represented their harmony with nature, the endless cycle of life.

“Your Majesty, terrible news!”

A guard rushed into the hall in a panic, nearly stumbling to the ground.

“According to our Scouts’ reports, the Dark Empire’s Military Force is advancing toward us!”

“And at their head—none other than that Zhang Beixing!”

Before his words had even finished, the hall was in an uproar.

The Elf King’s brows knit slightly, his face growing grave.

“Zhang Beixing? The Vampire King who captured the Demon Race?”

He pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.

“Pass down my command: the whole army is to stand on guard and form up in full battle array!”

“I’d like to see for myself what this fool who knows nothing of heaven’s height or earth’s depth can actually do!”

As his words landed, the atmosphere tightened at once.

Everyone gripped their Weapons, as if facing a mortal enemy.

It seemed that a brutal battle was now all but inevitable.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, Zhang Beixing’s great army was racing forward.

Hooves thundered, war chariots roared.

Every soldier burned with fighting spirit, flexing their fists and fingers.

“Everyone, our Military Force crushes all before it, invincible beneath the heavens!”

Zhang Beixing rode at the fore, voice ringing out.

“A mere Elf Race dares to contend with my Dark Empire?”

“Truly courting death!”

His words were razor-sharp, filled with undisguised disdain.

In this man’s eyes, there was nothing that could not be conquered.

Even God Demons must bow and call him Master.

At his side, Richard was all but shaking with excitement.

“Master, your wisdom shines! Your subordinate is willing to risk life and limb for you!”

He raised his longsword high, voice hoarse with fervor.

“We swear to follow Master unto death—sweeping aside all armies, unstoppable by ten thousand foes!”

Before the shout had finished, morale had already soared to its peak.

All men howled like wolves and tigers.

Eager to charge into battle that very instant and tear the enemy to pieces.

Zhang Beixing swept his gaze around, and a faint smile stole across his face.

With such a band of diehard subordinates, what had he to fear?

This petty world was nothing but something to be pocketed.

Dusk fell; a blood-red sun sank in the west.

Bloody clouds draped across the sky.

As though heralding the coming of a storm of blood and slaughter.

The two great armies finally met on that narrow road between heaven and earth.

Swords drawn and bows bent, a hair-trigger away from eruption.

In the distance lay the silent primeval forest.

Towering trees blotted out the sky.

Hidden killing intent, danger at every turn.

Nearby surged the vast Dark Legion.

Iron Cavalry like mountains, war drums like thunder.

Every man a veteran of a hundred battles, fearless in the face of death.

The two forces faced off, blades bared and strings taut.

In the next second, a world-shaking slaughter would explode.

“Elf King, have you come to a decision?”

Zhang Beixing rode at the very front, looking down from on high.

His voice was cold and sharp, brooking no refusal.

“Will you submit, or will you die?”

His chilling gaze stabbed like thorns into the back.

The Elf King ground his teeth, both fists clenched tight.

As the Monarch of a proud race, how could he allow another to insult him?