Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

Chido's entire body is covered in these black scales, with not a single soft spot. Its defensive capabilities are evident.

He stared at his own tail for a while. Suddenly, a transparent crystal ball appeared.

It floated past Chido's eyes and hung high above the Demon King's head.

The crystal ball continued to expand and grow larger, emitting a faint silver light that resembled the moon.

This is a type of magic called "Visionary," which can reveal scenes from nearby.

“You all stay here and watch,” the Demon King said, then turned to Qido and said, “I want to see you in human form before I return.”

"...Yes!" Cheetos felt a chill run down his spine and shivered.

-

In the world of Lolan, the strong prey on the weak, and the victors are kings. Humans are no exception, so generally speaking, human nobles have a greater affinity for magic than ordinary commoners.

The stronger the affinity, the stronger the soul, and the more delicious it is to a demon. That's why Akman's troops chose a prosperous royal city as their first point of attack.

Human magic was ineffective against the Demon King's army. Before these demons, even the most powerful mages were utterly powerless.

Under the command of their leader Akman, the demons rushed towards the so-called noble humans, vying with each other for the chance to devour their delicious souls.

In comparison, Akman's figure was far too elegant.

Due to the nature of succubi, she can easily lure out and devour the souls of human men. When faced with women, however, she has no choice but to kill them before collecting their souls.

but……

“I don’t want to eat a second bite of this lowly soul.” The black particles floating around Akman suddenly gathered together, forming a long black whip. “Especially women’s souls, they are too yin and don’t taste as sweet as men’s souls.”

Akman spoke casually, as if she were simply making a comment like, "Radishes aren't as tasty as green vegetables."

Akman stretched, her slender waistline revealing her perfectly voluptuous figure. She loosened her muscles; it had been a long time since Akman had played a predatory game.

"Alright, my little darlings, let me have some fun today."

The long whip was thrown out, cracking loudly and leaving a faint mark on the ground.

This whip, made of a special material, doesn't possess exaggerated destructive power, but it can pull out the souls of all living beings.

An attack originating from the soul, yet the victim experiences no pain. This gentle yet wicked method perfectly suits the name of a succubus.

Only a few elders and council members remained standing; the female demon's last breath had taken more than half of their souls. The remaining few had lost all will to fight, their legs trembling as if they were about to flee.

Even Empress Salia was flustered in this situation.

"Whatever you want, I, Ais, can give you!" At least it seemed that this female demon was someone she could communicate with. Suppressing her inner fear, Salia spoke to the demon again.

"Me? The only 'thing' I want, you can't give it to me..." Akman's expression made a complete 360-degree turn. Like a shy girl troubled by love, Akman cupped her face in one hand and twisted her sexy body, "That is...that is my little secret."

"If you want men... Ais has an army of 500,000, and they... they all possess a strong masculine aura..."

Faced with this situation involving spies, Queen Salia had run out of options. Was this the day of the Kingdom's Day? With no sunlight overhead, despair filled Salia's eyes.

"The man I want, you don't have him, this world doesn't have him! He belongs to no one, he is supreme, unparalleled!!" Akman's anger flared from nowhere. This ant dared to compare the Demon King to that ugly man. Rage ignited her demonic nature.

Die...all of you, die!

call out--

The sound of air being torn apart came from behind, and a powerful wind blade shot towards Akman like lightning.

032 The Lost Sky Dragon

The caster may have been trembling; the wind blade missed the demon and instead veered off course, striking a stone brick at the demon's feet.

Although she didn't understand how the spellcaster had appeared behind her so silently, Akman turned around abruptly, her long whip extended, ready to finish off the attacker immediately.

However, as soon as she turned around and saw the man's face clearly, her heart clenched, and she immediately prepared to kneel down.

Stand still.

The voice of the Demon King echoed through the dense network of magic within the neural pathways.

Akman suddenly stopped kneeling and stood there stunned.

Attack me.

The Demon King spoke again.

"Supreme Demon King, please... may I ask what this is all about...?!"

"I command you to attack me."

The Demon King's orders are absolute.

Especially for demons, every syllable uttered by the Demon King can make the demon's body execute his commands autonomously.

The long whip came, but the vortex of air beneath Mikayi's feet suddenly turned him around to dodge.

Mikayi held a bow and arrow made of wind magic. The bow was like jade, radiating an emerald glow.

He drew his longbow, and magic coalesced into a sharp arrow. The sound of it piercing the air rang out again, shooting straight toward Akman.

Queen Salia clutched her chest, her face pale, with the panic of someone who had just escaped from the jaws of death.

This foreigner is actually able to rival a demon; his power seems to far exceed expectations...

Akman stood rooted to the spot, showing no intention of moving away.

The wind magic, though not causing any bleeding, punctured a hole in her bodysuit.

A glimpse of her voluptuous body, hidden beneath the tight-fitting clothes, was revealed. Seemingly injured by the man's attack, Akman cried out and took a half-step back.

……

Depend on!

Mikayi opened his mouth, but didn't utter the discordant swear word.

That's such a fake performance, Akman!!

She actually charged head-on into an attack riddled with openings. Despite not being injured at all, she let out that painful cry!

"Be serious, at least dodge my attacks. I'll tell you the whole story now, and you can listen as you attack."

As Mikayi relayed this message to Akman, he had already drawn his bow again.

A far more intense magic gathered than before, and a strong wind blew the stray hairs on his forehead. In a mere instant, a rapidly spinning tornado appeared on the fully drawn bow.

<Wind Magic: Explosive Bow>

boom--

The next second, a hole more than a meter in diameter was smashed into the spot where Akman was standing.

With a flap of her bat wings, Akman appeared above Mikayi's head. Countless black particles floated around her, drifting with the air currents.

It seems like they're getting a little more serious.

Mikayi breathed a sigh of relief; at least he had managed to fool these humans.

Akman's whip disintegrated, turning back into black particles that floated around her.

Mikayi had no idea what weapon would be formed next. His wind magic bow had reached its casting limit and was about to disappear.

Mikayi raised his wrist and moved his lips, pretending to chant.

Akman was several meters higher than herself, but she wasn't in a hurry and waited for the Demon King's 'chantment'.

As the chant ended, dozens of dense spears formed behind Mikayi, each spear composed of wind blades.

The tip of the spear pointed diagonally upwards, aimed at the demon above.

Akman flapped her wings and, following Mikayi's movements, raised her wrists in unison.

<Black Magic: Shadow Copy>

The black particles around her gradually took shape. A spear identical to the one on the opposite side appeared around Akman.

Ahhh, the same magic as Lord Mikayi, the same magic as Lord Mikayi!

This is the first time since that battle with Lord Mikayi!

Please, please ravage me!

Fortunately, Mikayi had no interest in mind reading, otherwise he would have been petrified on the spot.

Seeing Akman's serious expression, Mikayi's side also gradually became serious.

With a swift movement of his arm, the spear, poised to strike, hurtled forth with a resounding thud.

<Wind Magic: Swift Rain of Gunfire>

The wind magic that was powerful enough to pierce a city was reduced by more than half by Mikayi; what were originally thousands upon thousands of spears were now reduced to only a few dozen.

The black and blue colors collided, creating a burst of intense light.

"Demon Lord, be careful!"

Akman's voice had just appeared in his mind when a series of dark shadows came rushing towards him. Mikayi turned his head to the side and dodged them.

It was a long whip, different from the previous one. This whip was covered in barbs; if struck, it would undoubtedly tear the skin apart.

Akman knew her soul attacks were useless against the Demon King, so she focused her attacks on his body. Besides... what could she possibly do to the Demon King with a whip? She'd never even dared to dream of it before!

After the previous magical aura completely faded, Mikayi glanced briefly at Akman's condition.

Mikayi: ...

That magic clearly didn't hit you at all!

Faced with Akman's tattered clothes, Mikayi was speechless.

The red and black striped, tight-fitting latex suit was torn in several places, and even Mikai couldn't help but glance at the exposed flesh a few more times. This tantalizingly revealing look was deadly alluring.

Fortunately, the Demon King had a high resistance to emotions and desires. He only glanced at it a few more times before focusing his attention back on the battle.

However, being pointed at with a long whip like that always gives one a strange feeling.

After dodging a series of whip strikes, Mikayi realized this wouldn't do. He needed to finish the act quickly.

"Wind creates magic..."

Intense wind magic coursed through Mikayi's body, his crimson eyes were covered by azure, a storm gathered overhead, the ominous dark clouds brought by the demons were blown away by the gale, and the golden sun shone down from the cracks in the broken clouds.

The light that greeted them in the darkness was extremely dazzling, and everyone instinctively closed their eyes.