Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

There's actually a living being that can enter the Netherworld!

Suddenly, Morganna felt two powerful life forces behind her. Her movements froze for a moment before she quickly turned around.

A beautiful figure stood there, her long hair and light blue dress flowing in the wind. With a smooth motion, she gripped her hand, and a wooden sword, glowing with a faint red light, appeared, radiating a sharp, deadly aura.

Sylvia's flawless, ethereal beauty left Morganna momentarily stunned. It had been so long since she had seen a woman of such breathtaking appearance.

But more importantly…

Sylvia hadn't said a word. She simply hovered in midair, her eyes cold and piercing.

Yet, despite being one of the Eight Ebon Goddesses of the Ninefold Underworld—feared and revered by all—Morganna felt a fear she had never experienced before.

In that instant, it was as if she had been plunged into the depths of a freezing winter, a chill creeping up her spine.

"Erelyn…"

Sylvia's clear eyes reflected the weakened, injured form of Erelyn, whose spirit was clearly on the verge of collapse.

A cold fury was evident in Sylvia's expression.

The power of the Soul-Reaping Bell surged around them, but it was clear that it had no effect on her.

More than that, the icy disdain in Sylvia's gaze made it seem like she didn't even consider Morganna—one of the Eight Ebon Goddesses—worthy of her attention.

"You think just because you can resist the power of the Soul-Reaping Bell with your physical strength, that you can protect the Netherworld Citadel? Don't make me laugh!"

Morganna snapped back to reality, feeling utterly humiliated and insulted.

When had she ever been treated with such contempt?

As one of the Eight Ebon Goddesses, she would never allow her dignity to be trampled like this.

Rage surged within her, and the golden armor she wore began to glow fiercely, as if she was ready to unleash her full power and crush the two women before her.

The Soul-Reaping Bell's power continued to spread, and as Erelyn's strength waned, more and more ghost soldiers outside the barrier were instantly obliterated.

Watching this unfold only made Morganna feel more arrogant and self-assured.

As long as she was within the Underworld, she was an unstoppable force.s?

So what!

This fragile-looking woman—how could she possibly compare to someone like Morganna, who had slaughtered countless spirits?

"If that's what you think, then go ahead and try."

At that moment, a cold voice echoed through the air.

As Sylvia's words fell, the light around her wooden sword suddenly intensified.

A vibrant green energy surged forth, as if it was about to envelop the entire sky.

And within that light, the wooden sword in Sylvia's hand split into countless shadowy forms.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands…

In the blink of an eye, an endless number of wooden swords appeared in the sky.

Each one radiated the same cold, cutting aura.

This sword intent was something Sylvia and Timothy had comprehended together.

Its depth and sharpness far surpassed anything Sylvia had ever achieved on her own.

Morganna gripped her long blade, the wails of countless tortured souls echoing within its glow, their power at her command.

But the strength she had once prided herself on, the power she believed no one could withstand…

Now, in the face of the overwhelming sword intent filling the sky, it seemed weak and insignificant.

Staring up at the sky, Morganna's eyes narrowed in shock.

For the first time, she felt a deep, primal fear rising from within.

"Who is this woman?!"

She had never imagined that there could be someone in this world who could make her feel such intense pressure.

But more than that, it was Sylvia's cold, unyielding aura—an aura that seemed to look down on the entire world—that was truly rare and terrifying.

A dense fog of cold mist spread across the sky, the temperature so frigid that frost began to form in the air itself.

In this freezing atmosphere, Sylvia's gaze remained icy and emotionless as she swung her sword.

It seemed like a light, effortless strike, but it commanded the countless blades that filled the sky.

In that moment, it was as if the heavens themselves were being torn apart.

A rain of swords descended, covering the sky, leaving no place to hide.

Each blade carried an intense, biting cold, and the sword intent that radiated from them was sharp and merciless.

Even the ripples of power from the Soul-Reaping Bell seemed to slow down, as if frozen in the air.

When Morganna looked down at her hand, she was shocked to realize something.

At some point, the Soul-Reaping Bell had been covered in a thick layer of frost. Even the bell itself had frozen solid.

The ringing had stopped—completely!

Though the Soul-Reaping Bell's power didn't affect living beings, it was still one of the most powerful artifacts forged in the Ninefold Underworld.

In all her years, Morganna had never seen anything like this.

"So what if you've frozen the Soul-Reaping Bell? Do you really think that just because you're human, you can stand against me?"

Morganna was furious, her anger burning like wildfire.

She no longer cared about the ghost soldiers of the Underworld Dynasty on the ground below.

With a sharp motion, she drew her long blade, pouring all the power from her golden armor into it, and shot into the sky.

Whoosh!

A violent wind roared to life, kicking up sand and debris, creating a massive whirlwind that howled like a storm.

The souls sealed within Morganna's blade surged out.

They had been trapped in that dark, hopeless prison for so long that they had been consumed by their emotions.

Some were filled with rage, others with hatred, hunger, or a thirst for blood…

All these negative emotions transformed into a howling, black wind.

Within the dark storm, the air was filled with the wretched, sorrowful cries of the damned.

Mouths opened wide in silent screams, expressing their despair and fury.

Morganna's blade was now coated in a layer of darkness, and her smile twisted into something grotesque and monstrous.

At that moment, there was no trace of the dignity of an Ebon Goddess.

But as she faced the overwhelming sword intent raining down from the sky, she realized that the power of the woman in the blue dress was far beyond what she had imagined.

The cold, piercing sword intent had grown even stronger than before.

In the blink of an eye, the seemingly endless army of souls was pierced by countless swords.

Some were frozen into shards of ice, while others were obliterated in an instant.

"Damn it! How can she be this powerful?!"

Morganna screamed in disbelief, swinging her blade in a desperate attempt to cut down the wooden swords falling from the sky.

But then she realized, to her horror, that half of her body had already been encased in frost, leaving her almost completely immobile.

"This woman's power… it's far beyond what I expected.

I have to escape. I must escape!"

The thought consumed her mind.

Without a second thought, Morganna turned and fled, desperately trying to find a way to survive.

She was so close—just a few more steps and she would be out of the shadow of the sword rain.

But just as she thought she had escaped, she suddenly realized that another figure had already anticipated her move and was standing in her path.

"If I remember correctly, I don't think I ever said you could leave," Timothy said with a cold smile.

In Morganna's eyes, a massive golden figure appeared, towering over her, filling the sky, and crashing down with unstoppable force!