The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 939 - 292: Demon City Trembles!

However, compared to His other legends, the invention of machines is just an episode among His many tales that is hardly worth mentioning, so much so that to this day few people remember it, or perhaps it has all been wrongly attributed to that rising star.

It was a power completely different from that of the Netherworld God and the Light God—

He seemed like He didn't belong to this world!

Goliath silently prayed in his heart.

Hoping it's just an illusion.

In a thousand years, he could hardly imagine to what extent He and His followers would become powerful...

...

At the Ankein family estate, under the shadowy vine rack in the backyard, the black leaf tea was slowly emitting a misty vapour, the fragrance of the tea mixed with the scent of ancient wood, wet soil, and rust, appearing particularly tranquil under the moonlight emanated by the Purple Crystal Dome.

Two immensely powerful figures of the Demon City sat on either side of the tea table.

On one side was Asmon Ankein—the Family Head of the Ankein family, Governor of the Demon City, and the Chief Minister among the six Cabinet Ministers.

Sitting opposite him was Karamos Melusine—the Family Head of the legendary Enchanting Demon family, head of the intelligence agency in the Demon City, the current Intelligence Minister, and the only man in the entire Demon City who even Lady Serena feared.

That charming and handsome face and his waterfall-like long hair always made people mistake him for a certain noble lady, but those who made such a mistake, or demons, mostly paid a heavy price in the end.

Some said he was the third eye of the Demon God.

But Ammons always felt that this eye probably grew at the back.

Making him unsure at times how to face his colleague's nickname.

"Let me guess, you're thinking something rude." Hooking his index finger around the teacup, Karamos took a sip of tea and casually remarked.

Ammons laughed and denied it.

"Please don't misunderstand, absolutely not... I can swear to the Demon God."

"Based on my experience, only someone with a guilty conscience would suddenly swear to the Demon God." Karamos smiled slightly while looking at the tense Ammons.

Those mesmerizing eyes made Ammons, despite being of demigod level himself, unable to directly make eye contact, so he lightly coughed and said.

"Alright, Mr. Melusine, you didn't call me here just to have tea with me."

"You've discovered me."

Karamos smiled faintly.

However, as he was about to say something, the porcelain on the table suddenly trembled without any warning, followed by a fine porcelain sound, and in less than a moment, the entire tea table—even the entire estate—began to tremble.

The two of them almost simultaneously looked up.

One was shocked, the other surprised.

"Such a strong subspace fluctuation." Karamos gently furrowed his brows, his ears twitched slightly as he placed the teacup back onto its saucer.

At the very instant the teacup touched the saucer, it was as if the entire estate stopped trembling... as though the whole space was held still by the delicate teacup and ceramic saucer.

"It's coming from the direction of the Vast Ocean."

Asmon slightly raised his head, gazing outside the estate's dome, his pupils flickering with a subtle purplish glow, behind which was a light of shock.

"What did you see?" Karamos immediately asked.

Asmon did not answer immediately, but after a long pause, he slowly spoke.

"The sky was torn, the sea lifted upwards, and on the windless sea surface, waves tens of meters—perhaps hundreds of meters high were raised. No matter what, that is not something magic can achieve, at least I've never seen the Imperial do that on the battlefield."

The garden remained quiet for a long time.

"What on earth happened?" Karamos murmured, his slender fingers hovering over the tea lid as if lost in thought.

"That's all I could see... the poor soul praying to me is probably dead."

Restraining the purple glow in his pupils, Asmon's gaze fell on Karamos.

"The Vast Ocean belongs to the Imperial's sphere of influence, isn't gathering intelligence on the Imperial what you're best at? You should go and take a look."

At these words, Karamos showed a troubled expression, releasing the finger hooking the teacup, and sighed lightly as he said.

"You've given me another difficult task... that's a desolate sea, I bet even the Imperial is probably clueless now, where am I supposed to gather intel?"

Asmon took a sip of tea, his tone indifferent: "I believe this won't stump you... after all, you are the 'third eye of the Demon God', aren't you?"

Indeed.

Karamos thought the same.

Although this matter was tricky for him, it wasn't without solutions.

Especially just now, he suddenly thought of a name—

"I happen to have a suitable candidate here."

He surprised Asmon by thinking of someone so quickly, raising his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Who?"

Karamos smiled slightly.

"Prince Colin."

"Are you talking about that fellow Caesar?" Asmon paused for a moment, clearly mistaking him for the Military Minister of the Demon City, that iron-blooded old noble.

What does this have to do with him?

Karamos shook his head, a smile silently curving up on his lips.

"No." He gently stirred the teaspoon, his tone melodious as he uttered a thought-provoking remark, "I'm talking about Prince Colin, not our Prince Colin, but the one currently making waves in the Imperial—'Prince Colin'."

The Imperial's Colin?

Is there such a noble in the Imperial?

Asmon slightly furrowed his brow, then relaxed it again.

"It seems you're in the know, so I'll leave it to you then."

...

On the other side, in the High-level Demon Academy, in a certain lecture hall.