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Vivian was truly furious.

Hearing about it from others was one thing, but seeing it with her own eyes was another entirely.

The original personality and memories of Vivian, the Demon Lord of Evernight, were influencing her.

She had originally felt that neither demons nor humans had anything to do with her; she just wanted to give birth to the child in her womb in peace and then survive meekly in this world.

That was all.

But when Luna cried out to her as Lady Demon Lord, when Gulan humbly pleaded with her, and when the alpha wolf Asi respectfully pledged his allegiance to her again, Vivian began to regain the tangible sense that she was, in fact, a Demon Lord.

The responsibilities and burdens on her shoulders were growing by the day, but… Vivian felt that this was how it should be.

And so, without any exaggerated movements, she just stood there silently, her crimson eyes like the coldest abyss, locked unblinkingly on the Baron from under the command of the Demon Lord of Rot.

In that gaze, there was no emotion, only a pure, soul-shaking indifference.

Behind her, several figures of powerful, ferocious demonic creatures stood.

Asi, the alpha of the Shadowmoon Direwolves, whose massive body and ghostly blue fur gleamed coldly under the moonlight, followed behind Vivian.

His own crimson eyes were fixed on the Baron in the air, a threatening growl rumbling in his throat.

“Who… Who are you?!”

The Baron from under the command of the Demon Lord of Rot felt a strange palpitation in his heart, but relying on Morgos’s fearsome reputation, he forced himself to remain calm and shouted sternly, “How dare you trespass in the warzone of the great Lord Morgos, the Demon Lord of Rot? And you dare interrupt this Baron’s lecture? Are you looking for death! And you lot behind her! You shouldn’t be in a place like this! Are you trying to defy military orders and desert your posts!”

“…”

Vivian did not answer his foolish question.

Her gaze swept over her battered old troops, their faces filled with shock and disbelief, before finally settling back on the Baron.

“You just said,” Vivian’s voice remained calm, yet it carried a tone of judgment, “that their lives are not worth the toe of your hound?”

“Hmph! Of course!”

The Baron puffed out his chest, trying to use arrogance to conceal his inner unease.

“These defeated remnants of the Demon Lord of Evernight can only atone for their sins by serving as cannon fodder…”

His words were cut short.

Because Vivian had moved.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of energy, no dazzling magical light.

She simply raised her right hand toward the Baron in the air and made a grasping motion.

“Then your life, in my eyes, is worth less than a blade of grass.”

As her cold words fell—

“Squelch!“

A sickening sound, the horrifying noise of flesh and bone being instantly crushed and torn apart, suddenly erupted!

The Baron, hovering in the air, didn’t even have time to let out a scream.

His right arm, the one holding the bone whip that had been so domineering just moments ago, along with the foul whip itself, was as if seized by an invisible, irresistible giant hand, twisted, and then… brutally ripped off!

The severed arm, spewing viscous, dark-green blood, fell limply from the air, splatting onto the blood-soaked ground.

“Urk… Ah… AHH!!!”

The delayed, agonizing pain caused the Baron to let out a blood-curdling shriek unlike any demon.

He stared in terror at the empty stump of his right shoulder, from which dark-green blood gushed like a fountain!

The bony wings on his back began to flap frantically, trying to stabilize his body and flee!

But Vivian was faster.

Her figure vanished from her spot like a phantom.

The next moment, she had already appeared before the Baron, who was now falling, having lost his balance from the intense pain and fear.

She reached out her fair, slender hand—a hand that, in the eyes of her old troops, now seemed like the hand of divine punishment—and gently pressed it onto the Baron’s terrified, contorted face.

“Morgos’s dog?”

Vivian’s crimson eyes stared at close range into the Baron’s pupils, dilated with pain and terror, her voice cold and merciless.

“You are not worthy of ordering my subordinates to their deaths. And neither is Morgos!”

“You… you are… Demon Lord Vivian!? This is impossible… Gack!”

At such close proximity, no matter how slow the Baron was, he finally realized.

The one before him now was none other than the original master of the demonic creatures he had been driving—Vivian, the Demon Lord of Evernight!

But immediately, without any further nonsense, Vivian’s five fingers suddenly clenched!

“Thump!“

A dull thud, not an explosion, but the result of pure, crushing force!

The Baron’s head, covered in gray-green scales, was squeezed in Vivian’s seemingly delicate hand and burst like a ripe berry!

In an instant, his dark-green brain matter and bone fragments, mixed with blood, splattered everywhere!

The headless corpse lost all strength and fell heavily to the ground like a broken sack, splashing up mud and water.

The entire process was fast! Vicious! And absolute!

From her first move to the end, it took only a few breaths.

A high-ranking Baron, who was high and mighty in the eyes of ordinary demons, along with all his arrogance and cruelty, was reduced to a pile of foul sludge on the ground before this absolute, crushing power.

Dead silence!

A deathly silence fell over the valley!

The squad of supervisory demons stared at Vivian in the sky, nearly all of them stunned into a stupor.

And all her remaining old troops, whether veterans or new recruits, stared dumbfounded at the headless corpse, then at the slender figure hovering quietly in mid-air, her purple hair fluttering slightly in the night wind, her fingertips still dripping with dark-green viscera.

Shock! Ecstasy! Disbelief! And the overwhelming sense of grievance and excitement that had been suppressed for so long, finally vented!

“Your Highness… It’s really Your Highness!”

The old soldier who had spoken up just moments ago, his voice now trembling.

“You’ve returned!”

“Lady Demon Lord! Lady Demon Lord of Evernight!”

The young Shadow Demon Scout was the first to react, his voice hoarse with excitement as he fell to his knees with a thud.

“Your Highness!”

“Her Highness has returned!!”

As if a fuse had been lit, the remaining old troops belonging to Vivian in the valley erupted in a deafening, fanatical roar tinged with sobs.

They all fell heavily to their knees before that figure, their heads bowed deeply into the cold mud!

The long-standing humiliation, oppression, and the constant fear of not knowing if they would see the next day, all vanished in this moment with the utter annihilation of the Baron who had bullied them, with the arrival of that familiar and majestic figure!

Their Demon Lord had returned!

In the most powerful, most protective manner, she had declared their belonging!

Vivian slowly descended, her crimson eyes sweeping over these kneeling old troops, her icy gaze finally gaining a hint of warmth.

She shook the filth from her hand, her voice returning to its calm, yet carrying an unquestionable authority as she looked at her old forces.

“All of you, rise. Reform your ranks.”

“From this moment on, you belong only to me.”

“Follow me. Home.”

“YES, YOUR HIGHNESS!!!”

The demons’ tsunami-like response was filled with power and absolute loyalty.

Luna and Asi stood on either side of Vivian.

Watching this scene of the old troops responding to Vivian’s every call, they couldn’t help but lift their heads slightly in pride.