Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Who would've thought the Underworld Dynasty would end up like this?"

From the distant sky, Sylvia gazed down at the battlefield below, where millions of ghostly soldiers clashed in a chaotic war. Even she couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.

"Hey, do you know much about the Underworld Dynasty?" Timothy asked, his curiosity piqued. After all, the Underworld Dynasty was a major force in the Netherworld.

"Yeah, my sister Erelyn mentioned it to me a long time ago."

Sylvia nodded and explained, "The Underworld Dynasty controls the passage of billions of souls in the Netherworld. It's the most powerful force there, an authority that no one dares to challenge.

No matter how strong a spirit was in life, or how much power they retain after death, once they enter the Netherworld, they have no right to defy the Underworld Dynasty.

For as long as anyone can remember, the Underworld Dynasty has held absolute power in the Netherworld. No spirit would ever think of challenging them.

But now..."

It was clear that even Sylvia hadn't expected the Underworld Dynasty to be under attack.

Especially...

"Those blood-tainted souls... they seem similar to what we saw in the Sepulcher of the Sacred."

In an instant, both Timothy and Sylvia recognized the familiar feeling.

They hadn't expected that the same force causing chaos in the Sepulcher of the Sacred would also strike the Netherworld.

Whoever dared to attack both the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld at the same time... their power and motives were beyond comprehension.

"Still, we came to the Underworld Dynasty to find someone. In a way, this gives us a lead, doesn't it?"

Timothy glanced at the ghost soldiers locked in battle, and Sylvia's gaze followed.

But she quickly noticed the situation.

Despite the Underworld Dynasty's massive army, their strength and strange magic were no match for the corrupted souls. They were being pushed back, losing ground with every moment.

Under the dim sky, the sounds of battle echoed all around.

Every now and then, the air was filled with the screams of the fallen, and ghost soldiers were obliterated in an instant, their souls scattered to the wind.

Swords clashed, spears thrust, and the air was thick with the intent to kill.

There was despair, anger, and a helpless retreat.

The ghost soldiers loyal to the Underworld Dynasty didn't want to fall back, but the situation was slipping out of their control. Find your next read on empire

"Wait..."

Sylvia's eyes suddenly froze, and her expression changed completely.

Among the retreating ghost soldiers, she spotted a figure she knew all too well.

"Erelyn!"

Years ago, Erelyn had looked like a girl of sixteen or seventeen, in the prime of her youth.

Back then, Sylvia had barely reached Timothy's waist in height.

Now, Sylvia had grown up, but that figure... it hadn't changed at all.

Even after becoming an Empress, even after founding the Sky Sanctuary and being hailed as a goddess, Sylvia had never forgotten her past.

If it weren't for Erelyn, Sylvia might have fallen into despair long ago.

She wouldn't have grown, wouldn't have become a Holy Emperor-level warrior, and she certainly wouldn't have met... Timothy.

So, in Sylvia's heart, Erelyn's place had never changed.

It felt like a lifetime ago, but now, after so many years apart, they were meeting again. Sylvia's eyes sparkled with a brilliant light.

If no one else were around, she would've rushed over and thrown herself into that comforting embrace.

But...

A cold chill slowly crept over Sylvia's body.

At this moment, it wasn't just the Underworld Dynasty's army of a million ghost soldiers that was starting to fall back.

In the middle of the battlefield, Erelyn, who was fighting off hundreds of enemies on her own, was also struggling.

Even though her strength was comparable to that of a Holy Emperor, she couldn't hold off the endless waves of blood-soaked soldiers.

The eerie nature of the Netherworld had far surpassed anyone's imagination.

Even if another Holy Emperor-level warrior joined the fight, they might be able to save Erelyn, but it wouldn't be enough to turn the tide. The Underworld Dynasty was on the verge of being overrun.

"Screw it, there's no time to think this through."

Sylvia's icy aura began to rise as she prepared to charge into the fray.

But just as she took a step forward, ready to head toward the Underworld Dynasty's walls, Timothy stopped her.

"Hold on, babe. I might have a better idea," Timothy said with a smile, gently blocking her path.

"A better idea?" Sylvia paused, still a bit confused.

After all, facing an army of bloodthirsty soldiers that seemed endless, even she couldn't wipe them all out.

"I heard from the Holy Maiden about your past with this Netherworld princess. Don't worry. Since she helped you before, I'll do my best to save not just her, but the entire Underworld Dynasty.

I happen to know an ancient technique that can focus sword intent. All you need to do is channel your understanding of swordsmanship into it," Timothy explained calmly.

The terrifying thing about the Convergence Strike was that it could gather sword intent into a single, overwhelmingly powerful blow.

However, with his current level of sword mastery, Timothy couldn't unleash the full potential of the Convergence Strike to sweep away everything in its path.

But if he combined his power with Sylvia's, things would be different.

A mysterious aura began to rise from Timothy, as if it came from ancient times, infused with sword intent.

The shadow of the Realm of a Thousand Blades slowly appeared, and Timothy's understanding of swordsmanship merged with this profound energy.

It was like a sleeping tiger, lying in wait.

But when it awoke, the entire forest would tremble.

The growing energy, brewing and building, even made Sylvia feel a sense of awe.

In all her years on the continent of Elant, she had seen Holy Emperor-level warriors who had mastered the way of the sword to its peak.

But this ancient and mysterious sword intent was something she had never encountered before.

"An ancient technique? What kind of ancient technique?" Sylvia couldn't help but feel curious.

And what was with that weird outfit called a "bikini"? How did Timothy always manage to find such strange things?

Sensing the extraordinary nature of the energy, Sylvia followed Timothy's instructions and began to channel her own understanding of swordsmanship into it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Sylvia had countless wooden swords, but the one with faint ink marks was the strongest sword she had ever wielded.

It wasn't just a weapon—it was also the manifestation of her Sacred Form as a Holy Emperor, a phantom of a wooden sword.

Sylvia's understanding of swordsmanship far surpassed that of other Holy Emperors, and she had her own unique insights.

A single strike from a Holy Emperor could cut through all living things, making the heavens and earth tremble.

This wasn't just swordsmanship—it was the overwhelming power to sweep away everything in its path.

All things would converge, and with one strike, they would shatter. The world would seem insignificant, and with a sword in hand, anything could be cut down.

As a Holy Emperor, as long as she held a sword, all things would retreat, and the heavens themselves would change color at her command!

As the cold aura around Sylvia grew even more intense, her unique swordsmanship merged with the sword intent Timothy had gathered!