[CH598+ Continued] Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power

Four black horns jut out from the Demon's forehead, with a purple glossy glint that shimmers when he steps forward.

Two of the horns are far larger and curve upward and over the sides of his head as a natural layer of defense, while the other two are centered on his forehead as smaller studs that, from a distance, look like another set of eyes.

His height reaches about 10 meters naturally, but the plumes of dark demonic energy following and surrounding him make his stature seem even greater than the Berserker Kings that stand at over 12 meters in height.

His jaded eyes look unfazed, but underneath, hatred and excitement burn.

The hatred comes from these lower lifeforms not understanding the difference between them and a Noble Lord.

Just as Andras Vermillion was making a name for himself, and was tasked by the Family Head himself to welcome another Noble Lord into the citadel, all of this chaos ensued, threatening his good name.

The Ellipsia Citadel is one of 4 major Citadels in the Green Zone of the Upper Realm, and the furthest away from the Grand Citadel.

It will be officially owned and dominated by the Demons once their next Lord arrives, so this is where the Demon's excitement comes into play as well.

It stops walking forward about 20 meters in front of the line of 4 Warlords and looks them up and down.

"Asic. Zashen. Torvak... and..."

Its gaze stops on the tiny, long red-haired human at the end of the line and remembers watching the playbacks of the dueling matches many times over the last few hours, along with the initial duel that started this whole conflict days ago.

"A human..."

As these words leave his mouth, the world token on Ember's wrist that has been ticking upward on their whole travel over changes again and hits [203]. Andras watches these numbers change, but his eyes turn to Torvak.

"Supplying a lesser race with 1st Class Worlds..."

Then he looks at the High Orc.

"...and giving him an illegal Avatar to publicly humiliate my men..."

His eyes pass over the Berserker King with disgust, and he settles back on Torvak.

"Did our match last week not knock some sense into you? I've been doing you a favor, prolonging your life for thousands of years instead of wiping you off the face of this citadel."

The dark cloud of mist surrounding him grows larger, and the Demon opens up his system interface in front of him, and the entire room shifts once he presses it.

It's like the walls are singing a high-pitched tone, hundreds of kilometers away.

The temperature inside even heats up as dense green divine threads flood out from the micro-spacing in the white walls, floor, and ceiling.

Simultaneously, the two demonic dragons holding the injured Avatars of the 1st Class Demons swoop upward, and two small kilometer-long rectangles of ceiling open up to allow the Demonic Creatures to leave this enormous room.

The segmented area of ceiling is open long enough for one's natural perception to reveal the many floors above this one that are not connected to the instant transportation systems.

It is solely controlled by the Citadel Lord.

Many private training rooms, rejuvenation rooms, and, most importantly, the penthouse suites at the top of the tower overlooking the city are above.