Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
The demons entered the castle based on their seniority.
When Roan, holding a recording crystal in hand, stepped into the assembly hall, he took a quick look around and spotted many fourth-year seniors whom he rarely met.
The fourth-year seniors commanded a disposition different from the first, second, and third-year amateur demons. They were stronger, more ferocious, more scheming… and overall, their aura was just much more up there.
Perhaps sensing his wandering gaze, a junior succubus wearing clothes that covered less surface area than a bikini suddenly turned around, raised her chin, and looked at him with eyes so cold that she could have been looking at a bug instead.
Roan turned away and switched off his recording crystal in a fluster.
‘A two-minute video should be enough, or else I’m going to run out of mana.’
While Roan was distracted, the other students of the Demon King Academy got into positions. Professor Lilith, Professor Enos, and the others arrived too.
Soon, the assembly hall was jam-packed with demon students and professors.
“Silence,” a solemn voice reverberated from above.
The noisy assembly hall immediately fell silent, and all demons turned to the podium.
Under the watch of countless eyes, Principal Evan Krueger slowly drifted up to the podium and began his commencement speech.
In gist, he thanked the professors for their hard work, complimented the students for their outstanding performance, and expressed the high hopes he harbored for the students when they finally joined the workforce.
This thousand-year-old monster’s voice was amicable but powerful as if he wasn’t giving a speech in an academy but in the frontlines of a battlefield.
“…You are the pride of hell and His Majesty Demon God! Put what you have learned from your classes on the battlefield and plunge our enemies into terror and despair! A day will come when we return to the surface, cleanse ourselves of the humiliation we suffered a thousand years ago, and restore hell’s honor!”
The old man’s impassioned speech was unlike a principa
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