The terrifying pressure was no longer just a simple aura.
The air became like amber, freezing everything within it.
The tables and chairs in the Guest Hall distorted silently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the exquisite porcelain teacups before they shattered into powder under the extreme pressure with a soft snap.
However, Yekaterina, standing at the very center of the storm, did not even have the hem of her skirt flutter.
She did not even look at the hellish scene, nor did she pay any mind to the two heart-tipped tails swaying slowly behind Evelyn.
Her entire attention was focused on the Demonic Sword, Greed, in her hand.
The sword was trembling with excitement.
It was not a common hum, but a soul-deep shiver born of hunger.
This shiver crawled up the hilt, onto her wrist, and surged into her four limbs and hundred bones.
What followed was not pain, but an unprecedented, extreme sensory feast.
The pressure belonging to the Succubus Queen was frantically absorbed by the blade, transforming into a strange “flavor” that bloomed within her mental world.
Spicy, like the strongest fire wine, parching the throat with a domineering air of destruction and conquest.
Sweet and cloying, like poppies soaked in honey, with a fragrance enticing descent permeating every crack.
Beneath these two extreme flavors, there was also a faint, lingering bitterness belonging to the wails of countless souls.
“So, you are of the Demon Race.”
The Little Queen’s smile did not change at all.
Instead, it grew more brilliant, even carrying a hint of realization.
“No wonder… the flavor is so strong.”
The Demonic Sword, Greed, seemed to respond to its Master.
The Red Magic Runes on the blade glowed blindingly bright, like awakening blood-colored veins greedily devouring every trace of dark energy in the air.
The pressure that was enough to crush steel was completely swallowed by this invisible “mouth” the moment it came within a 1-foot range of Yekaterina’s body, leaving nothing to fall upon her.
“Flavor?”
Evelyn’s movements paused for a moment before she understood something.
The smile on her enchantingly beautiful face became incredibly dangerous.
“Are you… devouring my power?”
“What else?”
Yekaterina asked in return.
She tilted her head slightly like a connoisseur tasting a vintage wine, appearing to savor the aftertaste.
“Mmm… it is more delicious than I imagined. Although there are a few too many impurities in the appetizer, the texture of the main course itself is quite decent.”
The “appetizer” she spoke of naturally referred to those wailing souls.
And the “main course” was Evelyn’s pure Origin Power!
“Haha… Hahahaha!”
Evelyn could no longer restrain herself and let out a burst of wild laughter toward the ceiling.
Her laughter was filled with pleasure and the ecstasy of finding one of her own kind, and the breathtaking silhouette of her chest rose and fell violently with her movements.
“A monster! You are the real monster! A… Greed itself wearing human skin!”
Before her voice could fade, she suddenly reached out and pointed toward Yekaterina!
A refined Dark Purple Energy Whip, carrying the shriek of tearing space, lashed out fiercely toward Yekaterina’s face!
Purple lightning coiled around the whip, and everywhere it passed, even light was distorted, as if it intended to shatter all the beauty in the world into pieces!
This single strike was enough to completely erase a small castle along with its foundations!
Yekaterina did not dodge or avoid it.
She simply held the Demonic Sword horizontally in front of her with an almost lazy posture.
Snap — !
The energy whip struck the pitch-black blade, but it did not produce any earth-shattering explosion.
The violent energy was like a small snake diving desperately into a black hole; without even raising a single ripple, it was swallowed without a trace.
The red glow on the blade suddenly brightened.
Yekaterina could even feel a warm current surging from the hilt into her body, providing a slight replenishment to her form, which had felt somewhat empty due to controlling such power for the first time.
“Too little.”
She knit her delicate brows, her words full of undisguised disappointment.
“Is that all? It is not even enough to get stuck in my teeth. I thought that as a member of the Demon Race, you would be more generous.”
“You…!”
Evelyn’s smile came to an abrupt halt.
For the first time, she felt something called “threat” from this human girl.
A threat coming from a higher level of the food chain!
This sword and its owner seemed to be her natural enemy!
“It seems that if I do not show some real skill, I will be eaten clean by an interesting little thing like you today.”
Evelyn’s gaze turned completely cold, with no trace of playfulness left.
She spread her arms as if embracing the entire world.
The dark purple vortex that had swallowed the walls behind her suddenly expanded like the gaping maw of an abyss waiting to devour its prey, intending to swallow the entire Guest Hall and even the entire Royal Palace.
The magnificent Guest Hall was dissolving.
Within the distorted space, mountains of piled corpses and long rivers of flowing blood emerged — it was the Embryonic Divine Kingdom that belonged to her!
But at this critical moment!
From outside the Guest Hall, there first came a flurry of shouts and screams from the Guards, followed immediately by the dull thud of something heavy being slammed against the wall!
Boom — !
With a deafening roar, the door to the Guest Hall, which had been sealed by Evelyn’s magic, was actually blasted open from the outside by an invisible, massive force!
“Your Majesty! Are you alright?!”
Prime Minister Allison’s anxious voice followed immediately.
Behind her, several Royal Palace guard captains also stumbled in.
But when they saw the scene inside the room, everyone froze in place as if they had been hit by a petrification spell.
The floor was a mess, and a strange scent permeated the air.
And their young Queen was currently holding a black longsword that radiated an ominous aura, facing off against a… Demon Race member who had twin horns on her forehead, a tail behind her, and a terrifying aura.
Behind that demon was a dark vortex that was slowly rotating, as if it were connected to Hell.
“Tsk…”
Evelyn’s movements stopped, and she clicked her tongue in annoyance.
It was as if a group of flies had intruded just as a perfect feast was reaching its climax.
“A group of mortals who really know how to spoil the fun…”
She took a deep look at Yekaterina and the Demonic Sword in her hand that made even her heart palpitate.
The madness and battle intent in her eyes receded like a tide, replaced once again by that all-knowing, playful mockery.
“Do not be in a hurry, my lovely Little Queen.”
Evelyn’s figure began to fade, merging bit by bit into the Shadow behind her, and that hellish scene also contracted and dissipated along with her.
“Our Game has just begun.”
“I look forward to seeing what you will become… after you have obtained everything you want.”
“When that time comes, I will come to taste you again. At that time, your flavor will surely be… incomparably sweet~~~”
As her voice fell, Evelyn and that hellish scene disappeared together, as if they had never existed.
In the Guest Hall, only the Queen of Valoran remained holding the Demonic Sword, Greed, along with the Prime Minister and Guards whose minds had gone blank with confusion…