"Fine, I accept."
The Demon King ground his teeth, forcing out every word.
"From this day forth, the Demon Race is willing to serve the Dark Empire!"
In that instant, earth-shaking cheers exploded, roaring into the heavens.
The soldiers of the Dark Legion all raised their arms and shouted.
"Master mighty! The Demon Race submits, and the world is invincible!"
"With the Master as our Commander, what could possibly be beyond us?"
Amid the chorus of praise, Zhang Beixing inclined his head slightly.
His gaze slowly swept over the subjects around him.
Only at this moment did he truly realize.
He was drawing ever closer to the goal he had dreamed of day and night.
That was—
To unify the world, to rule all creation!
Of course, he would not monopolize the fruits of victory.
"Alina, Richard."
He summoned his two confidants, his tone gentle.
"This time, it was thanks to your assistance."
