Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"That's it! If this keeps up, we won't be able to hold them off any longer!"

At the entrance to the Sepulcher of the Sacred, the practitioners stared at the endless wave of skeleton soldiers pouring in, a clear look of fear on their faces.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Things were getting worse by the minute.

Ever since the four Holy Emperors ventured deep into the Sepulcher, the skeletons had started appearing faster and faster.

These skeletons were already terrifyingly strong. Their bones were incredibly tough, making them nearly impossible to destroy.

Each skeleton soldier wielded a weapon of high quality, likely buried with the Holy Emperors themselves.

On top of that, they had no fear of death and attacked relentlessly. Every single skeleton soldier was as powerful as a practitioner at the Mystic Core level.

"Mystic Core level!"

A practitioner who reaches the Mystic Core stage can live for thousands of years and often serves as an elder in their Sect.

Even though the practitioners who entered the Sepulcher were all elite members from various Sects, facing an army of skeletons that matched the strength of Mystic Core practitioners was overwhelming.

But what scared them the most wasn't just the skeletons' strength.

The ground kept splitting open, and more and more skeletons crawled out from the cracks, as if they were endless.

No matter how many they killed, more just kept coming.

Not only were new skeleton soldiers constantly emerging, but the ones they had managed to destroy were slowly reassembling themselves, their broken bones pulling back together.

More and more practitioners were getting injured or killed. Many of the magical artifacts and healing elixirs they had brought were either destroyed or nearly used up.

Looking at the ever-growing army of skeletons in front of them, their morale was taking a serious hit.

Facing an enemy that couldn't be killed, they couldn't see any hope of victory.

As the skeleton army grew, the forces of the Elant Continent, which had initially held the upper hand through sheer numbers and magic, were now being surrounded.

Westminster Abbey, Goldspire Peak, Sword Peak Sect, Cloud Pavilion Sect, and even the Southern Empire... all these Sects and kingdoms were now on the brink of collapse, barely able to hold their ground.

"The Goddess and the other Holy Emperors are still deep inside the Sepulcher. If we retreat now, they'll be caught between the skeletons and whatever's inside!"

"But if we don't retreat soon, we're all going to die here!"

As the situation grew more desperate, arguments broke out among the group.

Even the elders from Sky Sanctuary and Abbot Fenvin, who had been trying to keep everyone together, were losing control of the situation.

The practitioners had split into two camps.

One group wanted to retreat as quickly as possible, while the other insisted on holding their ground a little longer.

But even as they argued, some practitioners, exhausted and unable to fight any longer, were caught in the skeletons' encirclement and torn apart.

"We've been tricked!"

Amid the rising screams of terror, someone suddenly looked around, their face filled with shock.

They had just realized that the seemingly slow-moving skeleton army had, at some point, silently formed a complete encirclement around them.

The skeleton soldiers' eyes glowed red, their bloodlust growing stronger by the second.

The circle was closing in, like an impenetrable wall of bone.

"Let me out! Let me out! I want to go back!"

A few younger practitioners desperately tried to break through the encirclement, but they didn't even make it halfway before being struck down by flying bones, crashing hard to the ground.

In their terrified eyes, they saw the skeletons locking onto them.

Those crimson eyes gleamed with the hunger of a predator spotting its prey.

"No!"

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere as the practitioners who tried to escape were torn apart, devoured completely.

The air was filled with the sound of agonized screams and the thick stench of blood.

Many practitioners were ripped to pieces right in front of everyone, their bodies shredded by the skeletons' teeth.

Faced with the ever-growing army of skeletons, their murderous intent growing stronger by the second, no one dared to step forward and attempt a rescue.

They could only watch as their fellow disciples, or friends they had known for years, were torn apart and devoured.

The sheer horror of the scene was overwhelming, even for practitioners who had trained their minds to remain calm.

In an instant, fear spread like wildfire.

They had already been fighting with everything they had just to hold off the skeleton soldiers, but now, even breaking through the encirclement seemed impossible.

The circle of skeletons kept tightening, and the wind howled as if the cries of vengeful spirits echoed through the air.

Looking at the scene before them, countless practitioners felt a chill run down their spines.

"If this keeps up, we're all going to die here!"

"But… how are we supposed to break through? We can't even cut through those monsters' bodies!"

More and more voices of panic rang out, as practitioners continued to fall to the skeletons.

As the encirclement shrank, fear was the only thing spreading. No one could break through the wall of bones.

They exchanged helpless glances, the atmosphere thick with despair.

Many stared in shock at the blood-red sky and the endless tide of skeletons, their eyes filled with hopelessness.

"Someone, please save us…"

Desperate cries echoed through the Sepulcher of the Sacred, but the skeleton army, closing in on them, showed no signs of emotion.

All that could be seen in their eyes was the ravenous hunger for flesh.

Some of the younger, more fragile disciples had already turned pale, their minds cracking under the pressure.

Staring in disbelief at the terrifying scene, their legs gave out, and they collapsed to the ground.

Every practitioner who had made it to the Sepulcher of the Sacred was powerful, a genius in their own right.

None of them had expected the Sepulcher to be this horrifying.

It was possible that they would all die here.

The skeleton army, closing in from all sides, was something even a Holy Emperor couldn't easily deal with. Who could possibly save them now?

If a miracle didn't happen, it seemed certain that everyone would perish here today.

Despair had already taken root in the hearts of many.

But deep within the Sepulcher of the Sacred, behind the massive doors that no one could see beyond, Timothy's eyes glowed faintly with a golden light. He had already taken note of the situation outside.

He glanced at the system's latest reward.

[Amplified by 100 times—Increases the power and range of spells by a hundredfold.]

Timothy smiled slightly, as if he had everything under control.

At that moment, the blood-red sky, thick with the aura of despair, suddenly darkened further as a layer of black clouds began to gather.

Within those clouds, lightning was brewing.

Each bolt of lightning grew more terrifying with every passing second.

The oppressive clouds hung low, as if they were about to crush the entire sky under their weight.

"What… what is that?!"

Suddenly, the practitioners who had been drowning in despair looked up in shock.

Because the lightning in those clouds wasn't part of the Sepulcher's aura of despair.

No, this was… the work of a human practitioner!