The being who once held the position of the Second Corps Commander of the Demon King's army, and who now declared himself the new Demon King, had long forgotten his original name.

In the demon world, the word "Elder Lich" was clearly synonymous with him.

He was the only one in the world who had delved into forbidden realms in his relentless pursuit of knowledge, gained the power of immortality, summoned the undead, and created a personal army.

Therefore, he believed that if he fought with all his might, no one in the demon world, not even the Demon King, could stand against him. He had countless undead legions at his command, and his own formidable power as an Elder Lich.

There was no doubt he could single-handedly bring ruin to the human world.

The only reason he submitted was due to the Demon King's intention to cull the weak through war, which resulted in the overall enhancement of demons, and because the Demon King's power was overwhelmingly formidable.

Thus, the Elder Lich saw the present moment, with the Demon King deceased, as the most opportune time to succeed and become the legitimate ruler of the demon world.

The magic he used on Mira Krate, sharing memories and shifting the burden of death, was originally developed to subdue the Sword Saint.

But then.

"What... is this...?"

The Elder Lich reached out toward the corpse before him. The delicate fingers of a frail demon woman slowly swept over the large, scaly corpse.

"It's not a wyvern... then..."

At first, he had thought it was a wyvern. Or perhaps he had wanted to believe that. But the strength of the scales, palpable even in death, and the immense size of the body, clearly indicated it was not a wyvern.

It was the corpse of a dragon. A dragon only slightly smaller than Meligor.@@novelbin@@

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