nycdaug Chapter 212 Demon King Bloodline
Chapter 212 Demon King Bloodline
The demon guards exchanged uneasily glances, their weapons drooping slightly.
Negal suddenly raised his hand, and a purple-black barrier enveloped the two of them, blocking out all prying eyes.
"Go on." His nails suddenly extended and pressed against Yang Xining's throat. "But remember, the price of lying is your soul."
Yang Xining stared directly into those inhuman red vertical pupils and spoke in a serious tone, "I am the Great Demon King's illegitimate daughter in the mortal world. To protect me, my mother concealed my identity and allowed me to grow up in the mortal world. But as the magic within me awakened, I gradually discovered my true lineage."
A complex emotion flashed across Negal's red eyes, as if he recalled that this woman did indeed have the aura of a demon.
He slowly withdrew his nails from her throat, his tone a bit playful, "The Great Demon King's illegitimate daughter? If this identity is true, it does give you enough leverage to negotiate with me."
"I can prove it to you." Yang Xining slowly raised his hand, palm facing up, closed his eyes and concentrated.
After a moment, a faint purple light began to gather in her palm.
It was the manifestation of the fusion of Satan's power and her own magic power. Although weak, it was particularly eye-catching in the environment of the demon world.
Negar's eyes were fixed on that ray of light, and the playfulness on his face was gradually replaced by seriousness.
"How is it? Is this power enough to prove my identity?" Yang Xining opened his eyes and looked directly at Negar. The light in Negar's red eyes flickered.
He slowly stretched out his hand, his slender fingers hovering above Yang Xining's palm, feeling the pure fluctuation of magic power.
"Interesting..." His voice deepened. "The demon world hasn't produced a new pure-blood descendant in three hundred years."
His fingertips lightly touched the purple light, instantly sparking a tiny black arc of electricity. "This is indeed the energy resonance that only the Demon King's bloodline can produce."
Yang Xining endured the discomfort of Satan's power surging in his body and pretended to be calm as he withdrew his palm: "Now you should understand why He Sailie can't beat me, right?"
Nergal suddenly chuckled, his laughter filled with creepy joy. "Little one, do you know what you are talking about? If you are really the bloodline of the Great Demon King..." He suddenly leaned in close, and a strand of wet gray hair fell on her shoulder. "According to the laws of the demon world, you should be my fiancée."
Yang Xining was shocked, but she didn't show it on her face: "I only said cooperation, I didn't say I would marry you."
"It's not up to you." Negar stood up, a calculating glint in his red eyes. "The daughter of the Demon King must enter into a marriage contract with the Pillar Demon God. This is an ancient custom." He gracefully turned the black crystal ring on his finger. "But right now, we do have more pressing matters to attend to."
The footsteps of the demon's personal guards could be heard in the distance. Negar quickly set up a soundproof barrier. "Selé is going to hold the Blood Moon Ceremony in a few days, and he's worried about having no sacrifice. If he discovers your true identity..." He paused meaningfully. "Do you think he will obediently offer you to the Demon King, or turn you into a dumb puppet first?"
Yang Xining's nails dug deep into his palms.
She originally just wanted to use this identity to gain Negal's assistance, but she didn't expect that the power game in the demon world was more complicated than she imagined.
"Play with fire and get burned, little princess." Satan chuckled in her mind, "But I like this development."
“Take me to Celie,” she said gravely. “I’ll prove my worth.”
Nergal smiled with satisfaction, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Remember, from now on, you are my newly captured sacrifice." His thumb brushed the magic pattern on her neck. "I will untie your magic chains when the time is right, but until then... you'd better stay in the blood prison."
The moment the barrier was removed, Negal shouted, "Take this sacrifice to the Blood Prison first. I will personally bring it to His Highness Celere tomorrow!" He tossed the Demon-Locking Chain to his guards, "His Highness Celere will surely appreciate this gift."
When Yang Xining was being dragged roughly into the depths of the castle, he caught a glimpse of Negal stroking the black crystal ring. The blood-red moonlight reflected on the ring formed an ancient demon king's family emblem.
……
Yang Xining was roughly pushed into the blood prison, and the heavy iron door slammed shut behind him.
The blood prison was pitch black, with only a few green magic fire lamps on the wall providing faint light.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the ground was sticky and slippery, soaked with the blood of countless prisoners.
She staggered a few steps to steady herself, and the Demon Chain made a dull clattering sound on her wrist.
The power of Satan was suppressed, and she could only rely on her naked eyes to search in the darkness - Erdos once said that Dias and Yang Mingjun were imprisoned in the Shadow Castle.
But the blood prison was empty. There was no living creature except for a few skeletons in the corner that had been dead for who knows how long.
"Yas?" She called softly, her voice echoing in the silent cell, but no one answered.
"It seems you've been deceived by your devil friend." Satan sneered in her mind.
Yang Xining clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.
"Impossible, Erdos can't lie to me, he is different from Leng Cangqiong."
She looked up suddenly, a cold light flashing in her eyes: "Unless... they were once imprisoned here, but have been transferred."
Upon hearing this, Satan sighed helplessly.
He had thought that the little princess would become more sophisticated and cunning after going through so many hardships.
However, she still maintains that precious innocence and trust.
So good that he wants to destroy that beauty!
The lava lake in the Demon Valley was surging with dark red magma. On the obsidian throne, the Great Demon King supported his chin with one hand, his scarlet eyes half closed, and his fingertips tapped the armrest intermittently.
"So, Waksha..." His voice was low, carrying an undeniable pressure. "How are the Lanling family contract negotiations going?"
The red-haired demon standing below, Prince Waksha, lowered his head slightly, his crimson hair floating slightly in the scorching air.
"Reporting to godfather, progress is smooth." Waksha's lips curled slightly, his tone respectful and confident. "Although Lanling Chi has an arrogant personality, he ultimately understands that a contract with the future Demon King will only benefit his Lanling family."
The Great Devil paused, then slowly raised his eyelids, a sharp light flashing in his eyes: "Oh? So he agreed to it?"
Waksha's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. "We haven't officially signed the contract yet, but... his attitude has softened."
"Loosen?" The Great Demon King sneered, "The Lanling family has always only recognized the bloodline of the Demon King. If you can't even handle a herald master, how can you expect the entire Demon Realm to submit?"
Waksha's knuckles tightened slightly, but his expression remained respectful. "Foster father, your teachings are correct. But this Lanling Chi..."
"It's just that he doesn't like you, right?" The big devil interrupted directly with a sarcastic tone.
Waksha's pupils suddenly constricted, but he quickly suppressed his anger. "Foster father, please understand. The Lanling family has always been arrogant, but... they will eventually succumb to power."
The Great Devil snorted coldly and said no more. He just looked solemnly at the churning magma in the distance.
Warm reminder: The Pillar Division's duty is to protect the descendants of the Demon Realm's royal family and carry out special missions. In the past, the Pillar Division consisted of 34 legions, each led by a Pillar Lord. Each Pillar Lord would be followed by 2-3 Pillar Generals (high-ranking demons). Later, Mephisto became the Great Demon Lord, and the Demon Realm experienced a great war. Furthermore, this dark land was cursed, and no new life had been born in three hundred years. The number of demons gradually decreased. The Pillar Division was reduced to 12 legions. The Pillar Demon God is the godly position of the Pillar Lord, and Negal is the Pillar Lord of the Seventh Legion.