Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Princess, this is bad. These corrupted spirits are way stronger than we thought."

Underworld Dynasty.

On the towering, imposing walls made of dense ghostly energy, a panicked voice echoed through the air.

Amidst a crowd of ghostly generals stood a young girl, around sixteen years old, with a delicate and graceful appearance. She wore a crown of eerie blue, gazing down at the scene below.

The crown on her head was a clear symbol of her high status in the Underworld Dynasty.

Anyone who saw her would immediately recognize her identity—Erelyn, the Princess of the Netherworld.

Born in the Netherworld, raised in the Netherworld, Erelyn's spirit was formed from the essence of countless souls, evolving into immense power.

She was destined to rule the Underworld Dynasty and guide countless spirits on their journey to the afterlife.

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Erelyn should have been an untouchable figure in the Netherworld, someone before whom all spirits would bow, without a hint of resistance.

But now, things in the Netherworld had taken a drastic turn.

A month ago, countless corrupted souls suddenly appeared.

These souls were shrouded in a thick, blood-red aura, moving like mindless zombies.

They had no thoughts, no reasoning, and seemed to have only one goal—invade the Underworld Dynasty.

What was even more shocking was that these spirits, despite their stiff, zombie-like movements, were far stronger than anyone had anticipated.

In just a month, vast territories under the Underworld Dynasty's control had been overrun. Countless spirits had been corrupted, losing their ability to think, and joining this ever-growing blood-red army.

And it wasn't just the spirits. Even skeletal remains were being reanimated by this blood-red force, rising from the Netherworld.

Each one of these creatures was terrifyingly powerful, and they didn't care about their own survival.

They just kept advancing, relentlessly attacking the heart of the Underworld Dynasty.

In just a month, these strange beings had conquered vast lands, their numbers swelling at an alarming rate. Now, they were at the very gates of the Underworld Dynasty's core.

If this continued…

Even though the crown on her head still radiated the authority of the Netherworld Princess, Erelyn's brow furrowed slightly.

If she activated the Eye of the Netherworld, she might be able to find the source of all this chaos.

But with the corrupted army already at the gates, the situation was dire.

Even if she found the culprit, it might be too late to stop what was happening.

If these strange creatures kept spreading, the entire Underworld Dynasty would face an unprecedented catastrophe.

It might even…

Be on the brink of destruction!

"Who could possibly have the power to cause something like this?" Erelyn muttered, biting her lip as she looked down at the battlefield.

The sounds of battle were deafening. The wind howled, and the flames of war raged all around.

"For the Princess! We will hold the line! Not a single step back!"

The Underworld Dynasty's million-strong ghost army roared in unison, their eyes filled with determination.

Every step they took was resolute, unwavering. They would not retreat, not even an inch.

Though their bodies had long since died, they had become spirits, serving the Underworld Dynasty and helping countless souls find peace in the afterlife.

Their loyalty, along with their very souls, was pledged to the Underworld Dynasty and its ruler—Princess Erelyn.

No matter what, even if it meant their souls would be shattered, they refused to fall back.

But despite their unwavering resolve, the million ghost soldiers, fighting with all their might, found themselves struggling.

The blood-red spirits surged forward like an unstoppable tide, and the ghost soldiers quickly realized that these corrupted souls were far stronger than they had imagined.

The blood-red aura spread, and the twisted spirits continued to grow in power, becoming more and more terrifying.

What was even more horrifying was that any ghost soldier who fell in battle would be corrupted.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In no time, they would turn from comrades into enemies.

And once they were turned, they became even more ferocious and violent than the other corrupted souls, charging forward with reckless abandon, their faces twisted in terrifying rage.

"What's happening to them? What's controlling these twisted creatures?"

Even the ghost soldiers, who had once faced death without fear, now wore expressions of shock and disbelief.

They had realized that no matter how hard they fought, the situation was spiraling out of control.

If this continued, even if they sacrificed their lives, they wouldn't be able to stop these strange creatures that could infect their own ranks.

The battlefield was filled with the terrifying howls of vengeful spirits, and the scene had completely changed.

The ghost soldiers who had been defending the fortress were now struggling to hold their ground, retreating step by step.

The sudden transformation of their former comrades into enemies had caught them off guard, delivering a devastating blow to their morale.

It was becoming clear that the once-mighty force of a million ghost soldiers, who had once ruled the Netherworld, was now showing signs of collapse.

Watching this unfold, Erelyn's gaze finally hardened with resolve.

The Underworld Dynasty had ruled over the passage of souls to the afterlife for countless millennia, standing as the ultimate authority in the Netherworld.

It was feared and respected by all spirits, and no one had ever dared to challenge it.

Erelyn didn't know who was behind all of this, but she understood one thing very clearly…

To wear the crown is to bear its weight.

As the ruler of the Underworld Dynasty, she couldn't allow herself to retreat.

"Order the remaining ghost soldiers to fall back. This situation is beyond your control now.

Whether I survive or not, your priority is to leave and preserve your strength.

This disturbance in the Netherworld may have already caught the attention of outsiders. It won't be long before practitioners from other realms arrive.

Perhaps with their help, this chaos can be quelled."

Erelyn glanced at the guard beside her, then quickly refocused on the battlefield.

"What are you saying, Princess? You are the most important figure in the Underworld Dynasty! How could you—"

The guard's face turned pale with shock, and he rushed forward, trying to stop her.

But Erelyn had already made up her mind. With a graceful leap, she descended from the city walls.

Her small figure, that of a girl no older than sixteen or seventeen, seemed insignificant among the countless ghost soldiers.

Yet the authority of the Netherworld's royal family radiated from her, striking fear into the hearts of all spirits.

The eerie blue light emanating from her crown even caused the invading spirits to pause for a moment.

But soon, they let out even more frenzied howls, as if all their attention had locked onto Erelyn's spirit. Their power surged, stronger than before.

"Princess!"

Amidst the stunned gazes of countless ghost soldiers, Erelyn raised her sword, standing alone between them and the advancing horde.

The crown on her head glowed with pure, concentrated energy from the Netherworld.

But Erelyn knew all too well that even if she gave everything she had, it might not be enough to turn the tide.

At that moment, in the distance, two figures were slowly approaching.