Volume 5 Chapter 0099 The Queen of Demons - I, The Dragon Overlord

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, everyone move it!!" "If you're going to keep talking while working, it looks like you're asking for trouble!" "Hahahahaha!!! Mages over there, pick up the pace for our lord. Maybe after you die, your soul will have the chance to become a noble demon." In the "Endless Abyssal Plains," a human tragedy unfolds. To demons, however, this is merely routine. Hundreds of thousands of slaves are gathered together, comprising various races from across multiple planes—humans, dwarves, orcs, elves, deep-sea fishfolk, subterranean races, and subspecies of these races can all be seen here. Most of these slaves are contributions from other plane lords of the Abyss, save for a small local portion. Having been devoid of a Blood War for over thirty thousand years, the Abyssal lords are restless. Each one longs for stronger power and authority through war, yet they also dread its destructive force. Even a former God of Slaughter could fall in the Blood War. For these Abyssal lords charging the front lines, they are no different than a mere foot soldier. Demons cursed in their foul Abyssal tongue, wielding whips capable of inflicting soul damage, striking at slaves who dawdled. Even elementals howled in agony under these whips, eventually crumbling into dust. The "Endless Abyssal Plains" were engulfed in sorrow. Demons felt no empathy for slaves; any who displeased them would be met with punishment. Watching beings beg and wail under their torments fed the demons' sadistic hearts. Slaves who committed severe errors could even be devoured, their bodies reduced to a bloody pulp. Upon death, even the souls of these unfortunate slaves would not escape demon grasp. Some lucky souls might transform into demons within the Abyss, while others, less fortunate, would continue to endure punishments or simply be consumed, erasing their existence entirely. This is why the gods detest both the Abyss and the Nine Hells. Even if their believers perish in these planar realms, they cannot return to divine realms as petitioners. They become either playthings or henchmen for demons and devils. Compared to the resource-scarce Nine Hells, the resource-rich Abyss has an abundance of negative-energy-attuned items, valuable in their rarity. While demons show no interest in minerals or resources, many merchants from other planes engage in trade within the Abyss. For these merchants, a 300% profit margin justifies trading even with demons in the depths of the Abyss. Some merchants use slaves from the Material Plane as barter currency, alongside the unfortunate souls who accidentally fall into the Abyss, forming the lowest strata of the infinite abyss—the slaves of demons. Rosalind sat enthroned on her "Endless Throne," crossing her long, rounded legs, clad in provocative and alluring leather. Black dragon horns curled from her forehead, while both dragon and demon wings extended from her back. Her snow-white skin starkly contrasted with her dark attire. This dragon-succubus hybrid gazed serenely over her dominion, the "Endless Abyssal Plains," radiating ultimate joy and satisfaction. Behold, power and authority—how marvelous and exhilarating they are. This is what I, as a demon, strive for. She slowly extended her slender fingers—delicate, entrancing, but her nails were like sharp blades, black as night—a weapon she, as a dragon, trusted implicitly, her dragon claws. "How goes the completion of the 'Crimson Fort'?" Rosalind admired her exquisite dragon claws with a self-satisfied smile. Below her throne knelt a Treachery Demon, one of the overseers of the slaves. The trembling demon feared the dual terror of its abyssal lord and the dragon. Yet, Rosalind's seductive voice inherited from the Succubus Queen enchanted it. Just hearing the voice filled it with an illusory bliss, and it collapsed in ecstasy. Snapping back to reality from the bewitching voice of their lord, the demon hastily replied, "…Lord, just grant us five more days, and the 'Crimson Fort' will be ready for war." "Five days?" Rosalind shifted her gaze from her delicate fingers, lowering her sheathed toes to the vast stone tiles below. "So many Abyssal lords watching me, disgruntled by my control over the 'Endless Abyssal Plains' and the warfront. Their slave offerings are but a test." Rosalind descended her throne's steps, her formidable presence and malevolent dragon eyes fixed on the demon. Under her gaze alone, the demon's repulsive flesh split into bleeding wounds. "…And yet you tell me it will take five days. Who knows when those devils might launch the Blood War? You think this is child's play, where devils and demons politely set a date? Even if they did, those despicable devils are not worthy of trust!" Standing before the Treachery Demon, Rosalind extended her five fingers. Amidst its screams, she seized its head and crushed it into fragments. The abyssal dragon extracted and incinerated its soul in hellfire, reducing it to ashes under its banshee wails. "Three days, I grant you no more than three days. Even enslave the cowards if you must; the 'Crimson Fort' must be completed within that time, or prepare to face what this Treachery Demon did!" "Yes, Lord!" The demons within the palace responded loudly in fear. Endowed with her authority by the Abyssal will, all who served Rosalind in the "Endless Abyssal Plains" were overpowered by its granting force, unable to defy her. "Understand, get moving!" With the Dragon Queen's roar, the demons scurried out, terrified. Then, this fearsome queen who once tyrannized demons, turned to kneel, adopting a sycophantic tone. "…My Father, please wait three more days. Soon, the demons will be prepared for war." On the "Endless Throne," Louie's avatar sat, his chin resting on his hand.