The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The fate of the Gana Continent and all Lizardmen is an ambition that only the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom is qualified to harbor. For the Sand Ridge Clan, it is too extravagant and too distant.

Their only goal is to survive.

Gently lifting her head, Siya gazed at the nearly completed fortress, a bright glimmer flickering in her deep vertical pupils.

"I have a strong premonition that this will become a storm sweeping across the Gana Continent. The annihilation of thirty thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers is just the beginning, even the power the Demon King has displayed is merely the tip of his immense strength."

"The Gana Continent will undergo dramatic changes in his hands. No one will be able to avoid it, we can only try to find a place for ourselves in this storm, to win some space for survival for our Sand Ridge Clan."

Nema was silent for a moment, a faint recognition finally appeared in her eyes. She nodded slightly, returning to her usual cold and calm demeanor.

"I understand."

Siya smiled gently, lightly tidied her cape, her tone turning soft and steady.

"Let's go... The Demon King is waiting for us ahead, you could look a bit more natural."

Nema nodded softly, striving to make her expression appear more natural.

At that moment, a tall Lizardman Corpse Ghost began to approach them with ponderous steps.

His scales were gray and dull, eye sockets deep-set, with a faint dark green Soul Fire flickering behind amber pupils, conveying a lifeless expression. However, Siya noticed that each of his movements carried an unsettling pressure.

"Welcome, both of you." Octo said in an emotionless voice, "Lord Demon King has agreed to meet you, come with me."

In the instant she met the Corpse Ghost's gaze, Nema's eyes froze, her body instinctively tensing.

Unlike the other Undead around.

This suspected Corpse Ghost emitted a powerful aura, unfaltering compared to the strong ones within the Sand Ridge Clan, possibly even surpassing them!

Could this Undead have awakened an Extraordinary Power?!

But... how is this possible?!

"This undead is very strong." Nema whispered as she neared Siya's back, "His strength might have reached Holy General Level... perhaps even Divine General Level!"

Divine General Level?!

Siya, somewhat surprised, glanced at Nema. She knew Nema never made such judgments lightly, silently amazed in her heart.

Yet neither of them could have imagined that this Lizardman Undead, who seemed incredibly strong to Nema, was actually classified as merely a Silver Level Corpse Ghost according to the power system on the Aus Continent—just a mainstay, adept enough to bully Adventurers at best.

Although he had sound strength within the Demon King Army, he was merely a boss of the first level of the Maze, not counted among the forefront of the top tier.

Suppressing her astonishment, Siya gently nodded to Octo with a graceful, warm smile, speaking politely and softly:

"Thank you for recommending us, could you tell us your name?"

"Octo."

Octo turned around lifelessly, tossing out a lukewarm reply.

"Follow me."

"Yes..."

Siya wasted no more words and obediently followed behind him.

Nema remained silent, tightly grasping the sack containing the head of Trakel, the emissary of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, instinctively drawing her steps smaller, making her presence less noticeable.

As the two followed Octo into the camp, the Players, busy with their own affairs nearby, curiously lifted their heads, studying the two unfamiliar Lizardman breeds with interest.

"Hey, look, there are two NPCs coming in over there, why haven't I seen them before?"

"These two Lizardmen clearly aren't locals, their skin color is different. Are they from a new faction?"

"Maybe it's a new quest line opening!"

"By the way, don't you think that Lizardwoman with the flashy gold scales is quite attractive?"

"Whoa, man, your taste is something else, going after lizards?"

"No, I'm serious. Take a closer look, that light-colored Lizardman has very delicate features! And her face is heart-shaped, just a bit flat in front."

"Come on, admit you're from the international server!"

"Ganges over there, it's got to be."

"%￥#@!"

The Players' chatter continued to echo one after the other, though Siya's expression remained unchanged, her tail tensed slightly, elegantly curling around her side. Nema cast a cold glance at the Undead, quickly silencing a few laughing Players.

It's not that they were afraid.

They mainly didn't want to lose favor with the new NPCs.

"Tsk, this cold but charming Lizard lady sure has a strong aura."

"You guys should stop staring, these are probably envoys from the Sand Ridge Clan, esteemed guests of the Lord Demon King."

"Sand Ridge Clan? Is the new map finally opening?!"

"You really don't check the updates on the official site at all, do you..."

Amid the intrigued whispers and speculations of the Players, Siya and Nema slowly crossed the center of the camp, following Octo to the tent where Lord Demon King resided.

...

Inside the tent at the center of the camp, the dim light swayed, casting the seated figure on the lofty chair into a more mysterious and majestic silhouette.

Siya and Nema slowly walked into the tent, almost upon seeing the Demon King, they felt an indescribable oppression and majesty.

This was not their first encounter with a powerful being, but the Demon King before them, behind that indifferent smile, seemed to hide an endless Abyss, instinctively invoking awe.