Global Demon King: Starting as the Abyssal Dragon

e Demon King.

Everyone was fooled by the real Demon King.
They have acted and performed like a buffoon for such a long time, and only now did they fathom the reality.

The Heroes' current emotions could not be described by mere words.

Like a roller coaster, from being full of confidence at the beginning, to doubt, fear and panic, then to find hope at a turning point, only to be finally pummeled into the depths of despair.

Supposing that.

From the very beginning.

The Demon King was only spectating.

What was the point of everything they have done until now?

If this shiny Draconian was not the Demon King, then why did he possess such ridiculous strength? A mere level 3 lord, fought toe to toe against two massive powerhouses?

A mere subordinate of the Demon King had such trembling strength.

What kind of spectacle would it be if the Demon King was to personally intervene?

It was hopeless.

Their minds have been broken.

The expression on Tu Xiuming's face was hideously twisted as if he had been force fed ten tons of shit, “No! This can't be! You're bluffing!”

“Hahahahaha!”

“You can't fool me!”

“You're at the end of your rope!”

“So you can only be bluffing!”

Boom!

His words came to an abrupt halt.

Tu Xiuming was still standing on both legs.

And yet, his upper torso was missing.

[You've slain a level 4 Hero.
Hero's Soul +1, skill stone +2!]

Zhang Nu had fired a bolt of Hell Thunderflame, which is his strongest conventional attack at present.
It consisted of both Abyssal Lighting and Dragon Flame.
It was fast, powerful and difficult to dodge.

If Tu Xiuming was in his prime state, it was possible for him to dodge once or twice and entertain Zhang Nu for a while before inevitably dying.

But in the battle with the Draconian Marshal just now, both his HP and MP were severely depleted.
In addition to receiving a huge shock and his struggle in accepting reality, the Hero's only fate was to be killed in a single blow.

Witnessing the scene.

The city lord Grey's eyes were bursting with wrath.

Both the orcs and the remaining Heroes were extremely terrified.

The Hero Tu Xiuming's strength was second only to the city lord Grey.
Even if slightly inferior, the disparity between their strength was miniscule at most, since the Hero has level advantage.

However.

Such an existence.

A top level 4 Hero.

Was instantly decimated by the Demon King in a blink of an eye.

Half of his body was blasted into smithereens.

Not even his full corpse was intact.

“Silence!”

Zhang Nu put down his hands.

He swept his gaze over the crowd and landed on the old city lord of Berserk Beast City.

“Do you still think there's a need to continue the fight? Submit now and I might consider sparing your lifes.”

“Submit?”

“Hehehahaha”

Grey sneered.

He held himself up with difficulty, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was showing indications of entering frenzy mode once again.
A beast-like growl escaped his mouth, “Never!”

Zhang Nu was a little surprised.

After all, when it came to this in the past, all he had to do was display enough might to force his opponents to lose all their will to resist.
Then, he would generously spare their lives.
By then, there would be a high probability for the opposing part to simply submit to him.

However, this old orc was very proud.

He was extremely resolute.

On one hand, he only had a few years left in him.
There was no point in giving up his dignity as a warrior just to survive.

On the other hand, he had gone step by step from a tribal chief to a city lord today.
It could be said that the Berserk Beast City was built by his own hands.
He had undergone a legendary life.
How could he be willing to let all of these go?

Grey held up his battle ax and let out a roar, “Come! Show me the true power of a Dragon Demon King!”