Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"You fool! You really think your pathetic little power can stand against me?"

Magnus roared in fury, his voice booming as he glared at Timothy, who looked completely unfazed, as if Magnus wasn't even worth his attention.

Ghost soldiers kept appearing, their numbers growing at an alarming, almost terrifying rate.

Their presence was overwhelming, like a force capable of leveling cities and shaking mountains, all of their fury directed at Timothy.

But Timothy, standing protectively in front of Sylvia, finally made his move.

"You're already dead, and yet you still can't rest, feeding souls to your twisted daughter.

Fine. I'll send you on your way."

As the countless ghostly figures surged toward him like a tidal wave, Timothy simply stared coldly at the sky.

A thousand feet, a hundred feet—closer and closer, the wave of ghosts was about to engulf him completely.

But then, a flicker of icy killing intent flashed in Timothy's eyes.

In an instant, fiery patterns began to spread across his arms.

The markings, like golden dragon totems, slowly pulsed along his skin, radiating intense heat and an ancient, mysterious energy.

It was as if they came from the dawn of time itself, filled with boundless power.

The sheer force of it was comparable to that of a Holy Emperor-level warrior!

Golden light filled the sky as the patterns on Timothy's arms expanded, and a massive golden Sacred Form suddenly appeared behind him.

It stood tall, like a mountain, exuding a divine, majestic aura, yet beneath that holiness was a chilling, bone-deep killing intent.

The Sacred Form raised its giant hand toward the sky, sweeping down on the countless ghosts like a mountain crashing down.

Its power was enough to crush any Holy Emperor-level opponent!

Boom!

The Sacred Form's hand slammed into the air, and for a brief moment, the ghostly army's advance was halted.

But soon, even though the Sacred Form's hand unleashed an overwhelming force, it began to struggle against the endless tide of ghosts.

The ghosts, seemingly unafraid of death, threw themselves at the Sacred Form. Even though the hand radiated a deadly energy that dissolved their very souls, they showed no signs of retreat.

They swarmed the Sacred Form's hand, biting into its body with their cold, sharp teeth, gnawing away at it.

"Hahaha! So what if Ocean's Gate has a solid foundation? The gap between you and a Holy Emperor-level warrior is insurmountable!

Today, none of you are getting out of here alive. You'll all be sacrifices for my daughter!"

Magnus let out a crazed, shrill laugh, filled with both hatred and mockery.

His only goal now was to completely annihilate Timothy and Sylvia right here.

To devour their flesh, drink their blood, and avenge his daughter!

Even though Timothy's strength far surpassed that of a typical Ocean's Gate practitioner, it still didn't make Magnus feel the slightest bit of fear.

But at that moment, Timothy calmly looked at the golden Sacred Form he had summoned.

"Radiant Sunburst."

With a casual gesture, Timothy formed a seal in the air.

In an instant, a beam of light shot into the Sacred Form.

As the light merged with the Sacred Form, its energy spread rapidly, transforming into threads of spiritual power that soaked into the Sacred Form's body.

A faint, sweet fragrance seemed to drift through the air.

And then, without any warning, the Sacred Form's light suddenly exploded in intensity.

The brilliant golden light not only illuminated the entire Lord's mansion, but even half of Ereboth was bathed in its glow.

Even the eerie blue hue of the Netherworld sky was almost completely swallowed by the golden radiance.

More importantly, the spiritual energy within that golden light was not only vast but also incredibly sacred, utterly untouchable.

"Radiant Sunburst."

Even the rewards Timothy had gotten from exploiting the Goddess were impressive, but bullying Sylvia to the point of tears? The system rewards for that were on a whole other level.

The effect of Radiant Sunburst didn't just massively boost the power of his Sacred Form—it also unleashed a vast, overwhelming vitality that was a natural bane to all evil spirits and ghostly creatures.

Under the flood of golden light, the ghostly aura retreated and dissipated, filled with fear.

That rich, pure vitality was the very thing ghosts feared the most.

Magnus's ghost soldiers, weaker than ordinary spirits and only able to survive in the darkest corners, were no match for the radiant energy.

When Radiant Sunburst activated, it was like the blazing sun in the sky, and the intense vitality struck terror into the hearts of the ghost soldiers.

The ghost soldiers, who had been howling and shrieking, desperate to tear Timothy apart, were now completely consumed by fear.

The overwhelming power left them with nothing but terror.

Even the souls that had been tempered by countless layers of soul energy were disintegrating before their eyes, vanishing at a visible rate.

At that moment, the ghost soldiers were no longer under Magnus's control.

They screamed in agony, desperately trying to flee.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But they quickly realized that the golden light had engulfed the entire sky. No matter how hard they tried to escape, they couldn't get out of its reach.

Timothy raised his hand.

The golden Sacred Form moved with him, carrying an unstoppable force. The holy golden light covered the sky, crashing down like a tidal wave.

"No!"

"Roar!"

The ghost soldiers felt a deep, soul-crushing fear.

They no longer obeyed Magnus's commands, doing everything they could to run away.

But no matter what they did, they couldn't escape the golden light.

Wherever the light touched, the ghostly creatures were instantly reduced to ashes, wiped from existence.

"How is this possible? What is this Sacred Form?

It's just an Ocean's Gate Sacred Form—how can it unleash such terrifying power?!"

Magnus stood frozen, staring at the scene before him.

He realized that the soul energy he had summoned was being pushed back, retreating step by step.

The holy light seemed to have a primal, fundamental power that countered everything ghostly. All the ghostly energy in its path was being devoured and erased.

Even Magnus himself was starting to feel overwhelmed.

"No… this can't be happening!"

Magnus was in shock, fighting with all his might to resist.

But he found that the power he could muster was being completely crushed by the golden light, like a mountain collapsing on him.

As the Sacred Form's massive hand descended, the scorching heat radiating from it filled Magnus with an unbearable sense of pressure.

He had no doubt that if he were caught in that light, even he would be obliterated.

For the first time, Magnus felt true fear.

"No! We have no grudge between us! Those ghosts have nothing to do with you!

Spare me! You have no reason to kill me! I can offer you countless rewards in the Netherworld!"

Surrounded by the golden light, with the killing intent pressing down on him from all sides, Magnus was consumed by fear.

He abandoned all dignity, begging for his life in desperation.

"No grudge? Oh, we definitely have a grudge.

And it's big enough for you to die a hundred times over."

Timothy's cold smile cut through the air.

"W-what… grudge?"

Magnus's eyes widened in terror.

"You bullied my wife."

As Timothy's words fell, the holy golden light exploded in brilliance, growing even more dazzling and intense!