Just as the six demon gods were preparing to depart, Tyretis and the others suddenly turned to look toward the Dark Demonic Morkaya Empire’s demonic region. There, an unfamiliar demon god aura had suddenly emerged.0

At the regional center of the demonic region, more than 1.5 million kilometers away, Tarorya sat high upon its throne. Its long purple hair billowed wildly behind it, and a terrifying power was condensing within it. Sensing the incomplete principles stirred into motion by its influence across the heavens and earth, Tarorya looked beyond the edge of the demonic region, a faint smile playing at its lips. My Majesty has indeed fallen.1

Although Brooks had performed perfectly earlier, not revealing a single flaw, Tarorya’s feminine intuition kept telling it that something felt off. Even though it sensed something was amiss, however, it chose not to speak.2

As long as Deorus remained alive, it did not dare to break through. Or rather, under the suppression of the imperial bloodline’s principles, it, who had already reached its limit, was unable to break through.0

That was because this Purgatory Empire, having only recently been...0