The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Deep within the jungle, surrounded by mountains, lies an immense lake as vast as the sea.

The lake's shore boasts lush water plants, a thriving variety of species, with rivers interweaving and winding outward, seeping into the forest... From a bird's-eye view, it resembles a brilliant, radiant sun!

At the center of that lake, a city built of granite stands majestically. Inside the imposing stone walls, ancient streets intersect seamlessly, colorful ribbons flutter beneath glazed tiles, and sunlight filters through large leaves, casting hues like a rainbow that never fades upon the sturdy granite bricks.

Street vendors' cries are heard one after another, the air filled with the fragrance of flowers, fruits, and roasted spices. Lizardman women, holding pots on their heads and baskets in hand, weave through the bustling market streets. Armored Lizardman guards tread steadily on patrol between the roads, occasionally accompanied by robed priests passing through – what a lively scene!

This is the capital of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, known as "Assam."

In the dictionary of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, the word signifies both "land of dragon ascension" and "place where the great mythical dragon was born alongside the sun, moon, and stars."

On the Aus Continent, Lizardmen often pride themselves as descendants of dragons, and the Lizardmen here seem no exception; it is hard to say who ultimately forged whose legend.

However, for now, the Lizardmen's story evidently carries a longer legacy, as they have always sung the dragons' myth instead of the reverse—where dragons sing tales of their descendants.

As nightfall approaches, another busy and repetitive day passes, the light above the clouds extinguishes, and the light upon the ground takes its place.

The brilliant lights not only illuminate the entire bustling and sacred capital but also make the clear lake surface gleam like daylight.

At this moment, it seems transformed into a true sun!

At the same time, at the center of Assam City, atop a granite-constructed pyramid.

A young and robust Lizardman Priest, his expression pious and solemn, grasping an Obsidian Dagger, arrives beside the altar in the pyramid's center.

A bronze-colored brazier is placed in the altar's middle, the sacred fire burning fiercely, akin to the eternal national fortune of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom.

The drumbeat slowly pounds as the officiants begin their chant.

The eerie and low-intoned incantations envelope the entire pyramid, bestowing a layer of bloodiness and lethal aura upon the moss-covered granite bricks.

The Lizardman Priest begins to recite something, then suddenly steels himself, and the Obsidian Dagger in his hand plunges fiercely into his own chest.

Puff—!

Blood erupted, spraying into the burning center of the brazier!

His eyes reddened, breathing heavily, he raises his front claws suddenly, extends them into his chest, and forcibly tears out the pulsating heart!

While reciting spells, he places it into the brazier.

A bizarre scene unfolds.

The blazing sacred fire seems nourished, suddenly expanding, transforming from a warm orange hue to a cool azure blue, emitting ringed ripples like fireflies in the night sky, spreading beyond Assam City, merging into the shimmering lake water...

"...Offered to the great dragon!"

The young Lizardman Priest finally finishes the last line of prayer, a hint of relieved sanctity slowly surfaces on his pain-contorted face.

Then, he falls silently to the ground, his crimson pupils gradually losing color and light.

That vibrant color does not disappear but merges with the black blood springing from the heart, overflowing from the brazier's edge, seeping over the gradually cooling corpse.

Driven by a peculiar energy, the crimson hue crawls along the twisted patterns on the floor tiles, covering the entire pyramid's spire, and follows the withered vines downward, saturating the carved roads of Assam City.

Simultaneously, the youthful body visibly withers; before long, only a scale-clad skeleton remains, which subsequently disintegrates into ashes in the evening breeze, swept away as sand flying toward the sky...

Not just flesh.

He offered his soul alongside everything to the great Dragon God!

Soon after the young Lizardman Priest departed, an aged figure approaches the burning brazier, placing a withered claw near the azure flame.

His name is Zel Tua, symbolizing wisdom from ancient times and a mysterious prophet, serving as the High Priest of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, second only to the Holy Monarch on this land!

"Praise the great dragon... Thank you for bestowing upon us prosperity, abundance, and peace!"

"May your radiance endure forever... May your majesty, like the sun, moon, and stars suspended in the sky, eternally guide your descendants!"

Zel murmurs in a deep voice, while lifting the Dragon Bone Staff in his right hand, akin to raising a torch, lifting a gently flickering blue light.

His demeanor is solemn and grave, as if mourning the great sacrifice, or perhaps praying for the everlasting fortune of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom.

The officiants' chants grow increasingly fervent, blanketing the pyramid with an increasingly bloody, ferocious, and ominous atmosphere!

The sacred ritual and the ever-quickening drumbeat merge into the final climax—

Yet it is at this juncture that the sudden mutation occurs!

The cloudless night suddenly flashes a brilliance, akin to lightning bursting in the clear sky, resembling the roar of a Giant Dragon!