A irreversible curse magic silently emerged. Michail took a final glance at the retreating figure of the nobleman, a barely perceptible smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.
For Michail, casting magic did not require any medium or complicated incantations. He could easily harness any magic surrounding him. This endless and inexhaustible energy was readily at his disposal. This was the terrifying aspect of the rulers of the Kalam continent.
At the same time, above the Ace Federation. An invisible structure silently floated above the clouds, unbeknownst to anyone.
The shape of Hell resembled a funnel, with scorching hot magma flowing down from the outermost layer like winding pythons.
On the ninth level of Hell, the six-winged fallen angel Leny was lying on the demon king's exclusive chair. This chair, composed of various race's corpses, exuded a necrotic aura, horrifying to say the least. However, for Leny, this atmosphere of death was just right.
Her cheek lightly brushed against the armrest of the chair, as if it still retained the aura of the demon king. Her six small black wings opened and closed with each breath, her eyes closed in an enthralled manner, and her reddened cheeks were either from embarrassment or from rubbing against the chair.
Suddenly, a thick magic book floating above the throne opened on its own, and the inscribed words on the book emitted a bright light. After a moment, it disappeared just as suddenly.
Wide-eyed, Leny realized what she had just witnessed. The demon king had used curse magic! Just as she expected, Michail was going to rule this world! Starting with curses on the races, he was truly the demon king!
Leny trembled uncontrollably, her wings restless on her back. She had to make an effort to resist the temptation of escaping Hell right now, and obediently wait for him in Hell, just as the demon king had commanded.
The black light vanished, and the magic book slowly closed. This was a world-class prop from the Kalam continent, containing records of all the magic in Kalam. Because the demon king Michail couldn't remember the names of those miscellaneous magics, he spent a lot of time engraving them into the book. This world-class prop created by the demon king himself became the only medium through which he could cast magic without incantations.
Leny really wanted to fly up and cuddle the magic book that the demon king had personally written for 300 rounds, but unfortunately, the demon king had greeted her and forbade her from approaching the magic book. Leny could only give up.
Disappointed, Leny stared at the magic book for a while, then the door to the demon king's hall was pushed open.
There were only a few people who could enter the ninth level of Hell, and with the sharp footsteps of that person, Leny didn't even need to think about who it was.
"Oh, little Leny, always lingering in Michail's seat." The enchanting voice unique to succubi echoed in the hall, as the slender demon tail arched high. The sexy figure unceremoniously sat on the demon king's chair, vying with the fallen angel Leny for the remaining space on the throne.
"You stinky woman! Don't squeeze me!" Leny flapped her wings and slapped at the face of succubus Ackman.
"We said no hitting faces during fights, little Leny." Faced with the scarce positions, Ackman stuck to it like a piece of toffee, no matter how much Leny pushed, she couldn't move her.
"Don't call me little Leny!" Leny instantly exploded. Although she didn't have the advantage in size, she still had her unique skill.
With her hands embracing the backrest of the throne, Leny's six small wings fluttered. The seemingly weak wings produced a strong wind, causing the hall to suddenly become filled with gusts, and various decorations fell to the ground in response.
