Demon King

Before the magnificent palace gates, adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, dozens of soldiers clad in heavy black armor, wielding massive, long halberds, stood in concentric circles, led by a superior officer with a longsword gripped in both hands and wearing a cold iron helmet. They surrounded the narrow passageway leading into the palace.

Each halberd-wielding soldier, without exception, had beads of sweat dripping from their rough foreheads, facing the narrow passageway with an air of tense readiness.

Even the older officer leading the group had his temples damp with sweat, and his hands gripping his sword hilt trembled slightly.

Ahead of these soldiers, slowly approaching the palace passageway, were seven indistinct, pitch-black figures, completely invisible to the naked eye.

"Splash... splash..."

The sound of flowing blood, like a babbling brook, rippled coldly.

Beneath the feet of the swaying black figures lay a crimson sea of blood, already reaching their ankles.

Before the armed soldiers guarding the last passageway, all they could see were seven black figures crossing the sea of blood, endless dismembered limbs, and a flowing river of blood. The air was thick with the sweet, metallic scent of blood, even the horizon was tinged with a blood-red hue, as if the entire world were made of flesh and blood.

"Stop them! I am right ahead! If we let them through, it's like putting the king's neck to the blade! Stop them at the palace gate at all costs!" With his back to his soldiers, the officer gripped his sword tightly, forcing out the final order through clenched teeth.

"Sir, how can we possibly hold them off! They...they're not even human! Even the king's strongest demon generals were instantly killed by them! With that kind of power, even the king couldn't..." The

soldier's last words lingered on his tongue, not yet fully uttered, but he never had the chance to speak again.

Of the seven advancing black shadows, the one at the front casually flicked his wrist, and the group of soldiers guarding the palace gate passage, along with their heavy armor and sharp weapons, were completely disintegrated from head to toe, turning into cubic chunks of flesh encased in metal, scattered across the sticky, bloody ground.

"Crack...crack..."

With their feet crushing the flesh and entrails, grinding the scattered bone fragments into bone dust, the seven black shadows strolled through the palace gate passage.

"So, he really is a demon king...in just a short while, he's already breached my palace..." Deep within the massive palace, a man's sigh softly echoed.

Within the magnificent, ancient palace, a series of colossal stone pillars arranged in a ring completely supported its imposing structure. Exquisitely crafted sculptures, splashing fountains, and decorative baskets of flowers all accentuated the palace's grandeur.

However, at this moment, from the very entrance, the palace—floors, walls, beams, and decorations—was entirely covered in thick, crimson blood. Severed limbs and pieces of flesh mingled with the crimson tide, emitting a pungent, acrid stench. Broken and twisted suits of armor and weapons lay scattered haphazardly, seemingly testifying to a fierce and bloody battle that had just taken place.

At the deepest part of the hall, on a platform ascended by tiered steps, sat a man, crowned and clad in a black royal robe, reclining on a massive throne crafted entirely of gold.

Although his opulent attire immediately revealed him as the ruler of this place.

But at this moment, the man called King was leaning back on the massive throne, half-reclining, half-sitting, with one leg bent at the knee and resting directly on the golden seat, creating an image of unrestrained wildness. Coupled with the languid expression of indifference on his face, it was truly difficult to associate him with the identity of the master of this magnificent palace.

Around the throne where the man sat, on the grand staircase extending downwards, knelt on either side, in the order of the steps, a beautiful woman, completely naked, with a voluptuous figure, her body tightly bound with ropes.

Each woman's hands were crossed and bound at the wrists with ropes, tightly hanging behind her neck, tied together with her fair neck. Her slender arms were also tightly bound against her back with ropes, making her fair and soft body protrude segment by segment like lotus root pieces. The ropes binding her wrists from behind led out from under her armpits and jade-like neck, crossing and tightly binding the base of her high and full breasts, making these women's already round and full breasts even more bulging, like two balloons that had expanded to their limit hanging heavily on their chests. Even her nipples were engorged and swollen under the tight ropes, standing high and excitedly erect.

Although their skin and hair colors varied, every woman kneeling on the throne steps, her body tightly bound by ropes, possessed a uniformly alluring face. However, these beauties all wore black blindfolds, completely concealing their seductive eyes; otherwise, with dozens of alluring, seductive gazes emanating simultaneously, no man would dare to stand before this throne. Each

woman's rosy, sensual lips held a red gag with a small hole in the center. Silky saliva slowly flowed from the hole, trickling down her snow-white skin, flowing over her firm, white breasts, and tracing glistening strands of saliva against her bright red nipples, all imbued with a sweet, decadent fragrance.

"Demons, you inherently possess demonic blood... As the seven highest-ranking demon kings, why do you wish to visit the palace of your half-breed?" Amidst a throng of lewd, fleshy figures, the man reclining on his throne maintained his languid expression, seemingly unaffected by the erotic atmosphere, calmly speaking softly to the intruders.

A crooked smile played on his slightly parted lips, a faint smirk gesturing towards the area below the throne.

At the entrance to the magnificent palace, the man's conversations were directed at seven indistinct, dark figures who had just entered, trudging through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, slowly approaching the throne.

Their bodies were shrouded in a thick, black mist, making their forms impossible to discern; only a basic outline could be discerned.

Clutching the head of a soldier wearing a steel helmet, blood streaming down his neck from a laceration, one of the seven shadowy figures spoke through the hazy mist, uttering a dry, grating, and unpleasant voice.

"You... are you the sixteenth King Solomon...? First time meeting you, I didn't expect you to be such a young lad... Is this the kind of person who won the title of King Solomon among the new generation of demons favored by the seventy-two demon gods...? Times are truly changing..." "But this guy's hobbies... are quite unusual..." A seductive, melodious female voice emanated from one of the seven blurry shadowy figures, whose female figure was vaguely discernible, possessing a curvaceous and alluring figure.

"Heh heh... I must say, as expected of this generation's King Solomon... Even from this distance... I can still feel that overwhelming desire, it's like it's about to explode, the pressure is truly immense..."

The female shadowy figure crossed her arms over her chest. Even though her body was covered by a hazy shadow, the pressure from her arms made her full, round breasts protrude even more, and even the outline of her firm nipples was clearly visible. Her figure could be described as extremely hot and sexy.

"Oh dear, oh dear, to be praised like this by Miss Lilith, one of the Seven Kings of Hell, is it a compliment in a way? I wonder if I should be happy? But whatever, think what you want, it's none of my concern anyway..."

The man on the throne glanced casually at the seven dark figures walking through the sea of blood below. His reclining body tilted slightly to the side as he reached out and grabbed the nearest woman, tightly bound by ropes. He vigorously kneaded her large, white breast, which was bulging outwards due to the tight binding.

"Ugh?!...Ugh?!...!"

The woman with long, wavy red hair, her body bound tightly, knelt beside the throne. One of her breasts, being squeezed and kneaded by the man, had an erect nipple, engorged with blood from the stimulation. A blush rose on her cheeks, and her bound body twisted and struggled, clearly aroused by the man's kneading.

Affected by the cries of the woman whose breasts were being kneaded, the other kneeling beauties on the throne steps, though blindfolded, blushed crimson upon hearing the woman's moans. Their kneeling legs twisted and turned, clamping tightly together their hidden, alluring parts, as if they were about to be filled. The crowned

man, having forcefully squeezed the woman's breasts into deformed mounds, lazily yawned.

"Well... I don't really have any other hobbies. The only thing I like is playing around with beautiful women... I don't seem to have any other vices... What exactly are you seven kings trying to do by forcibly descending to the mortal realm as illusory projections, killing so many of my men, and even storming into my palace?" "

What are we trying to do? Isn't that obvious enough? We seven kings have gathered here for only one purpose: to take your head—the head of the sixteenth King Solomon!" The shadowy figure, his voice distorted, roared with arrogance as he squeezed the helmeted man's fleshy head into a pulp with the muscles in his arm.

"That's a good reason... But since you want my head, you should at least give me a reasonable explanation... Even if you are Demon Kings far superior to demons, I don't want to be crushed like an ant..." The man, his fingers twisting and pulling the already erect nipples upwards, responded listlessly, his eyes half-closed amidst the panting that could ignite the lust of any male animal. "

The reason is simple... You—the man who surpasses all demons in the mortal realm, bearing the name of King Solomon—are secretly collecting various magical artifacts, aren't you? Although we don't yet know your motives... However, to avoid repeating the mistakes of the first King Solomon, we need to extinguish this dangerous spark completely." The shadowy figure leading seven people spoke in a deep voice, his hands behind his back, replying to the man on the throne with a serious tone.

"I've been discovered... I knew this little trick wouldn't fool you, but being discovered so quickly is truly unexpected... What bad luck, I wasn't prepared at all..." With a soft sigh, the man on the throne released his hand from the woman's breast, bowed, and slowly rose from his throne.

"Indeed, with the seven of us kings gathered here, even if you are King Solomon, who reigns supreme over all demons, you have no chance of escape from us. No matter what tricks you play, they are useless against the seven of us!" "

Yes... You've gotten this close, how could I dare to fight you? Since you want my life, then so be it. Anyway, this world is just a game of mutual competition, and without adequate preparation, my death was inevitable..." The man wearing the crown smiled as he rose, lightly drawing two fingers along the edge of his neck.

The head rolled to the ground, gushing blood instantly splattering across the entire golden throne. Even the bound women closest to the man were covered in drops of crimson blood. However, due to the black blindfolds they wore, these women didn't know what had happened, only able to discern the general situation from the pervasive stench of blood in the air. Their sexy bodies, bound by ropes, struggled and twisted in anxiety.

"He committed suicide so easily? This…" The blurry figure trembled slightly, seemingly shocked by King Solomon's swift suicide, somewhat confused.

"He should indeed be dead. I can feel that intense desire beginning to dissipate… Even in death, that swollen desire still clings like a quagmire, showing no sign of wanting to dissipate… He really was a terrifying man. If he hadn't committed suicide so decisively, it would have taken us quite a bit of effort to kill him…" Gently brushing aside the bangs falling across her forehead, the female figure, whom the man called Lilith, let out a seductive chuckle.

"Well... as long as it can be resolved, that's a good thing... as long as we can ensure that the kind of turmoil that happened before doesn't happen again, then everything will be fine. As for the rest, we'll deal with it after the next King Solomon ascends the throne..." The leading figure nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the palace gate.

"Heh... since the sixteenth King Solomon is dead, these women... I'll enjoy them..." Following behind the leading figure, a giant figure, significantly larger than the others, let out lewd laughter. With a sudden swing of his two massive arms, a dark, deep hole, just the right size to accommodate the bodies of the beautiful women who were kneeling with their hands bound behind their backs, appeared beneath them. Like a quagmire that swallows people whole, it allowed no resistance from the women who were tightly bound by ropes. In the blink of an eye, it completely swallowed the beauties on the throne steps, leaving no trace.

The only things left on the golden throne were the headless corpse lying slumped on the ground and the man's head lying on the steps.

The head faced the seven departing dark figures. The man's eyes had gradually dimmed until they lost their luster, yet a slight upturn remained at the corner of his mouth, as if he were secretly pleased with something.

[The End]

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