Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest

Adam watched the many military camps filled with swarms of deavas as he cleaved through the sky. Their sheer numbers, size, and strength stunned him. What would happen if their lord guided them outside the abyss? Somehow, he didn't doubt they'd conquer one realm after another with alarming speed.

The thought of subjugating and incorporating them into his army crossed his mind. But he rapidly shook his head, lips twisted in disgust.

These bastards were antique demons with a new form. Their twisted mindsets, unbound cruelty, and hate for anyone but themselves made them too incompatible.

Even now, he could see them kill each other at the slightest disagreement before the victor devoured the loser in a soul-chilling spectacle, while the others applauded him like a hero. So, no, he wouldn't accept them. But did he even need an army? Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

He pondered the question as arced buildings began to appear in his vision. Towering walls pulsing with scarlet engravings surrounded them, tall deavas surveilling the surroundings.

'I can vaporise them alone.' His eye narrowed. If he learned something in the abyss, it was that his personal strength mattered more than any army. Look at Zeus, for example. Was he the king of the Greek pantheon because of his army or because of his overwhelming strength?

However, he bit his lip, snuffing his misplaced arrogance. 'Even Tiamat had created a monstrous army. I can't attack and defend alone. But I can ensure discipline.'

A steely glint flashed in his eye as he wondered what his subjects had been up to during his absence. Would he find a well-developed army or the ruins of what he had once built?

Scarlet flames crackled in his left palm as his wings sent roaring gales behind him.

"I'll see for myself once I'm out."

With his declaration, his fingers snapped into a fist, a corona forming around the flames as they superheated into scalding plasma several hundreds of thousands of degrees.

The blinding light drew the deavas attention, shouts erupting into an alarm. But he smirked. They could try to stop him all they wanted—no one would survive.

Empowered by his pressing desire to escape the abyss, the plasma roared wrathfully as he punched forward.

BOOM

The air distorted as the pressure sent scalding hurricanes to crash against the walls. But a layer of infernal fire emerged from the engravings to protect it from the blast. Even then, they flickered like candles battered by the shockwave before the plasma followed.

It engulfed the barrier like a tsunami, devouring it to empower itself. The stones melted before the liquid evaporated. The smoke itself crumbled into fiery particles, leaving nothing standing in a ten-kilometer circle after Adam's strike.

He watched the molten ground and the deavas scrambling in horror behind it, his fist trembling to obliterate the entire city but the palace.

However, he paused as a guttural voice reverberated, followed by the relieved screams of the deavas.

"What fool dares to attack our capital?"

Adam watched a purple and red blur lunge at him. With a smirk, he summoned his chaosbringer and met the attacker's blade-like nails.

CLANG

The clangor of metals colliding echoed, sparks illuminating the deava's ugly face and the lightning brewing in its fulminating eyes.

Adam frowned, his arm groaning and losing ground. Was this one the general he had heard about, Sauru?

"A worthy opponent, huh?" A smirk split his face as he moved his fiery left palm between them.

Sauru's eyes narrowed into slits. "A mix between a deava and a dragon?" He inhaled sharply, lightning booming on his purple skin. "No. You're like the beast in the sixth layer, but more complete: a devil mixed with a dragon."

A thunderstorm erupted from his skin and crashed against the flames in a deafening confrontation as he pushed his nails harder.

However, an icy shudder ran down his spine as he watched his spell lose its brightness. The purple arcs shattered into light particles against the flames, the light and heat engulfed to empower them.

He lunged back and observed Adam with a deep frown. Just what was this creature? The only half-draconian beings he had ever heard about were Azi Dahaka and the fake replacing him. Did his god create another one, or was something terrible brewing right above his head? In any case, he had to kill this one first and investigate with his lord.

Simultaneously, the flames devoured the lightning and disappeared into Adam's palm as he sneered. "Does it matter, though? Words are wasted on the dying."

He thrust his palm skyward, blinding plasma balls flickering to life before they condensed into thousands of incandescent dragons.

Dread's icy fingers gripped Sauru's heart as sweat covered his face in the blink of an eye. Their gazes alone seemed to drill holes into his body, making him understand death knocked on his door. His?

He clenched his jaw. Unlike the other weaklings, he obeyed no one but his god. No, he had been one himself before the foolish humans rejected his existence. So, how could he lose to that thing?

"Come, bastard! I'll crush you like the millions of ahuras I killed!"

Lightning exploded from his body into a raging storm encasing him. Bolts coalesced into a buzzing spear in his palm as his eyes reddened.

However, his energy scattered the next second, and his expression shifted to pure horror as he felt something tear through his back. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as he gazed down—just in time to see a scarlet blade emerge from his heart, followed by an amused voice that chilled his soul.

"Those ahuras must have been damn weak if they lost against a retard like you."

Simultaneously, Adam's figure and the thousands of dragons faded with a gust of wind, revealing the deception. "From all the methods at my disposal, this one seemed the most enticing."

He pushed his palm against Sauru's twitching body. "Rejoice. Your lord will keep you company after he answers my questions."

"W-Wait!" Sauru huffed through the agony. "I know more than he does about Angra Mainyu..."

However, Adam smirked as his infernal essence rumbled on his palm before it exploded in a conflagration worthy of Helel's mastery.

"ARGH!"

That's the only thing that escapes Sauru's lips before his body vaporised into drifting smoke and his life—the life of one of the most fearsome deavas in Zoroastrianism—ended.

Simultaneously, the kill notification echoed in Adam's ears, the paltry experience points making him snicker.

[You have defeated the tier 7 level 79 boss: The Oppressor of the Righteous: Sauru. You have gained 2.000.000 experience points.]