All Chapters of Demon's Evolution: Chapter 531 - Chapter 540

Within the walls of David's castle at Virisdescent Valley, an air of apparent normalcy belied the tension simmering beneath the surface. The guards stood to watch with a palpable sense of unease, while the patrolling knights exhibited a wary demeanour, fearing the wrath of Count David.The memory of Count David's past outburst, where he led a formidable army into the royal capital, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake, lingered heavily in the minds of those present. His show of immense strength and power during that event left an indelible mark on all who bore witness.The fear of another potential eruption of his rage loomed large, prompting an atmosphere where keeping calm and preventing any potential conflict became paramount. Navigating the volatile temperament of Count David would demand a nuanced approach, perhaps involving skilled mediators or advisors capable of understanding his grievances and diffusing his anger before it spirals into chaos. Safeguarding the well-be

"Tell me your name," I asked."Speak, you wretch!" Solan's command thundered as her palm collided against the unyielding iron bars, jolting the entire prison with an unexpected tremor.Above, the eerie symphony of splintering glass shattered the silence, filtering down from the mansion. My gaze locked onto Solan, a silent inquiry into the enigma of her existence etched in my expression.Her elevated rank endowed her with acute senses, allowing her to perceive the chaos unfolding above—the cacophony of shattered glass and the shrill cries of terror.The seemingly inconsequential slap she delivered wielded an unfathomable force, enough to mimic the aftermath of a seismic magnitude 7 earthquake rippling through the mansion's structure."Er, it wasn't deliberate," she muttered, averting from me, unwilling to offer an apology at any expense.Disregarding her, I addressed the beastman sternly: "Your silence will lead you to share the fate of this iron rail very soon."The iron rail Solan ha

In the realm of profit, no adversaries existed. Wise understood the immense value of nurturing alliances and trade networks rather than engaging in conflict. This path promised greater riches and sustainable growth for Ice Demon City, but it remained a distant ambition.Before any thoughts of establishing trade or forming bonds with the Dark Elves or Mystics could materialize, there was a pressing concern—the impending march of the Merlock army. Failure to thwart this imminent threat risked jeopardizing the entire plan. The revelation of the Merlock clan's existence to the Brightwing Empire would shatter any hope of success.This time demanded a starkly different approach—one devoid of mercy. Despite having granted the Beastmen clemency before by permitting their escape, I now pledged to ensure the complete annihilation of every member of their kind.Though I received word regarding the Mercenary Head of First Fort's success in defeating several disorganized Beastmen factions, I rema

"Son, are the monsters still on the loose?" Lisa inquired calmly."Yes, I'll head out in the morning to hunt them down once more," I responded, noting Milan's excited expression upon hearing my answer.Milan appeared pleased; it seemed that the baron was walking straight into the trap he had set. He couldn't remain idle, especially considering Anastasia's repeated failures in seducing this baron.Milan had already assumed that Baron Riel was impotent."Why not entrust the hunting to your men? A noble needn't delve into every toilsome task," Lisa remarked thoughtfully. She wasn't keen on her son's engaging in such activities. In her view, it wasn't fitting for someone of noble stature to partake in menial tasks. If a noble were to involve themselves in such matters, what purpose would their retinue serve?Lisa's demeanour held a noble quality, though it didn't diminish her care for the residents; her paramount concern remained her son. As Lisa spoke, Milan's sunny expression swiftly d

With a sharp, searing pain, an arrow lodged itself in his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, the man stared at me in disbelief.He had observed my quiver's emptiness, so the sudden appearance of the arrow perplexed him—where had it come from?I yanked the arrow out of the man's throat and shook off the remaining blood.In the night's darkness, the arrow emitted a soft, ethereal blue glow—a manifestation known to the locals as the aura arrow.This wasn't a magical projectile summoned by spells; rather, it was a physically crafted arrow, painstakingly forged using the essence of aura, requiring immense effort and skill.Crafting an arrow infused with aura took me a mere moment, a feat that astounded even the most skilled warriors. Legends spoke of the arduous process, with tales claiming it would demand two to three hours of intense focus and preparation from seasoned fighters to create just one.Traditionally, the creation of such arrows required meticulous preparation and unwavering