Why didn't you run away, but instead took the initiative to approach me?

"There's no mistake... This overwhelming sense of power originating from the level of life and the very essence of the soul... Although it's not vast enough, its essence is unmistakable! This is indeed the true aura of a demon king!"

"An old Cyclops said excitedly."

He had once seen the Demon King and felt the oppressive aura emanating from him.

The lizardman beside him interrupted, "Elder Madman, are you saying that the next Demon King will be a human?"

The cyclops known as the Savage Elder glanced at it and said, "How is that possible? This human body... perhaps a vessel for His Majesty..."

Everyone then understood; if that were the case, it was indeed acceptable.

As long as the status of a Demon King exists, becoming a Demon King is only a matter of time.

Then all you need to do is change the body.

Father Harlin sensed the silence and awe in the room, and his face returned to calm.

He first cleared his throat and then announced in a solemn voice:

"I am the new king you have been waiting for. The chaos and shame of the past will soon end, and the glory of the demon race will be restored in this world!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the powerful and arrogant tribal leaders below.

"But beneath the throne, there must be generals skilled in battle. Today, here, we will select demon generals! Demonstrate your strength and loyalty, and the strongest will gain the glory and authority to command an army and conquer all directions with me!"

The demons roared excitedly.

Then, as Father Harlin issued the order to "select the Demon Generals," the powerful warriors from all races eagerly jumped into the arena.

There are no complicated rules; it's the simplest and most brutal rule: winners stay and losers die.

The first pair to enter the arena were two gnoll warriors.

They are known for their cunning and agility, with sharp claws that target the lower body, tearing at the throat and joints.

The winner, carrying the loser by the ear, leaves the arena amidst the howls of his companions.

Next up was a hill troll with skin like granite.

Facing a smaller, but strangely moving lizardman headhunter wielding a bone spear.

The trolls possessed immense strength; the thick wooden trunks they swung created deep craters when they hit the ground.

But the lizardman headhunters were as slippery as eels, and the tips of their bone spears were coated with deadly poison. Every scratch slowed the trolls' movements a fraction.

Finally, the troll collapsed from the poison and blood loss, and the lizardman pressed his advantage, precisely piercing its eye socket with a bone spear and shattering its brain.

The lizardmen hissed in cheers.

The battles came one after another, becoming increasingly bloody and ruthless.

In order to achieve victory, all sorts of underhanded tactics are employed.

The arena was filled with roars, screams, and the sounds of bones shattering.

The monsters in the stands roared even more excitedly.

They really enjoyed the atmosphere, and as for their fighting style, it was much more restrained compared to actual combat.

Just then, Father Harlin, who was sitting in the main seat on the high platform, quietly got up.

He returned to the dwarf chieftain's stone house with an eager look on his face.

The room was dimly lit, and a figure was sitting on the largest stone chair.

She was a woman who looked to be in her late twenties, tall and graceful, exuding a commanding presence even when seated.

She wore a sharply tailored dark red leather armor that accentuated her breathtaking curves.

Her fiery red hair was cascading down, contrasting with her excessively fair skin.

Her eyes were the same blood red as Yin Xue's.

However, it lacked some of the vivacity of Yin Xue, but gained more arrogance.

This is one of the fragments of Yin Xue's soul that occupied Father Harlin's body.

Father Harlin strode in, his face filled with obsequiousness and impatience, the imposing presence he had displayed outside completely gone.

He rubbed his hands together, his tone humble: "Your Majesty, I have done everything you ordered. You see... what you promised me..."

The red-haired woman raised her eyelids and glanced at him indifferently.

A flash of undisguised disgust crossed his eyes.

She didn't speak, but simply extended her slender finger and pointed it in the air.

A thin but solid stream of crimson energy shot out like a living thing, precisely piercing into Father Harlin's crotch.

Father Harlin's body trembled violently, and then his face broke out in an indescribable burst of joy!

He didn't even care about etiquette.

With trembling hands, he pulled down his pants and looked down at the red-haired man in front of him.

"It's...it's grown! It's really grown! Hahaha! It's complete!"

He burst into incoherent laughter, gesturing wildly.

In fact, Yin Xue made a mistake in her analysis; the reason why this soul fragment was able to awaken had nothing to do with her and Lin Mo.

The main point is that Father Harlin brought a little boy back to the church that night.

Then something happened, and the little boy ran away, vomiting a large amount of bloody stuff as he left the church.

It was the blood flowing in the church that made this fragment of the soul respond.

And using this as a pretext, he bewitched Father Harlin.

At this moment, the red-haired man with bloodshot eyes looked at his ugly state and curled his red lips.

She spoke coldly, her voice carrying a magnetic huskiness and an undeniable authority.

"Follow me, and you will gain far more than you can imagine. This physical body is just the beginning. When I unite the scattered demons, rebuild the true Demon King's army, and sweep across this continent, your status... will naturally rise accordingly. At that time, power, strength, and even a longer life will all be at your disposal."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty! I swear to serve you to the death! I will give my life for you!" Father Harlin hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

The red-haired, blood-red man was about to say something when he suddenly froze.

She could clearly feel the same soul fluctuation that she had sensed a few days ago in Ash Fortress, a fluctuation that shared the same origin as hers, returning once again.

A knowing smile curved her lips.

"Instead of running away, you're actively approaching me? Interesting."

She withdrew her gaze and looked back at Father Harlin, who was prostrate on the ground, her voice regaining its previous coldness.

"How many monsters do we still have left to control?"

Father Harlin quickly looked up and did some quick calculations.

"Your Majesty, apart from the orcs sent to attack Ash Fortress, the main force of the 200 elite lizardmen tribe is here, along with about 2000 affiliated goblin tribes and 50 trolls recruited from the nearby swamp... They are all absolutely loyal."

The red-haired, blood-red man nodded slightly.

While these forces may not be considered elite, their numbers are sufficient.

"very good."

She stood up, her figure fully revealed beneath the dark red leather armor, her tone chilling.

"Send out all personnel! Target: the humans rapidly approaching from the southeast!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Father Harlin immediately accepted the order and scrambled out to deliver it.

Soon, a cacophony of commotion and savage roars filled the air outside the dwarf town.

Red-haired and bloodied, he stood alone in the stone house, the smile on his red lips cold and cruel.

"My little fragment... and that interesting human next to you... let me see what makes you so arrogant."

……

The scene shifts to a desolate wasteland.

Lin Mo stopped in his tracks.

It wasn't because he was tired, but because his prey was more enthusiastic than he had expected.

On the horizon were hordes of goblins, wielding rough stone axes and wooden clubs.

Like a green tide, they surged in from several directions, probably numbering in the thousands.

Mixed in with the goblin tide were also enormous, heavy-footed trolls.

Their skin was a sickly grayish-green, and their eyes gleamed with a dull and cruel light.

Further away, dust billowed, and one could vaguely see a phalanx of lizardmen wielding spears and bone shields approaching.

Yin Xue clapped her little hands, which were covered in snack crumbs, and excitedly said to Lin Mo, "Looks like your method worked!"

Lin Mo drew his black sword, and countless souls appeared around him.