Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"I'll still protect the Western Sea as the Dragon King, and I'll continue to give my strength to safeguard and strengthen it.

But I will never stay in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, sitting on this throne that only serves to bind me as the Dragon King.

As for the beast contract... even if we don't sign it, I want to keep going. It could be for a year, two years, or... forever."

Azura looked at Timothy with soft, pleading eyes.

Saying something like signing a permanent beast contract made her feel a little embarrassed.

But it was clear that this time, Azura was resolute. There wasn't even a hint of hesitation in her expression.

This kind of decisiveness was something she had never shown before.

"That's impossible!"

Her words were like a stone dropped into a calm lake, causing waves of shock.

Whether it was the dragons swimming in the sea or the ones floating solemnly around, along with the Sea Folk, every intelligent being was stunned at the same time.

Draconis, utterly shocked, tried to stop her: "Absolutely not!

Every Dragon King throughout history has had to stay in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon. When has a Dragon King ever wandered the human world, let alone become someone's pet beast?

And besides, your bloodline is incredibly pure—something that hasn't been seen in thousands of years.

If you don't fulfill your duty to reproduce while your bloodline is at its peak, the dragon race will suffer a huge loss!

Even the ancestors who once sat on the Dragon King's throne wouldn't agree to this!"

As the dragons spoke, the Dragon King's throne began to emit a powerful dragon aura.

The intense aura spread in all directions, and a roar, unlike any other dragon's, echoed from the throne.

Then, the golden dragon blood flowing through the throne slowly began to radiate its own aura, taking the shape of a golden dragon.

The phantom hovered above the throne, exuding an ancient, mysterious, and overwhelming pressure. Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

This pressure far surpassed that of any dragon outside the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon.

The moment the golden dragon phantom appeared, the elder dragons, who were well-versed in dragon history, widened their eyes in shock.

Their gazes revealed a mix of excitement and reverence.

Because the phantom that appeared above the Dragon King's throne was none other than the most exalted being.

The ancient guardian of the dragon race—Vaelor.

Vaelor was once one of the most powerful dragon elders in ancient times.

His terrifying strength allowed him to easily suppress even the Holy Emperor-level warriors of the human race. He was revered by all races and was hailed as the most fearsome dragon under the Dragon King.

But as the spiritual energy of the ancient world gradually faded, Vaelor noticed the weakening of the dragon race.

He realized that if things continued at this rate, the purity of the dragon bloodline would drastically decline.

For a race that relied heavily on the purity of its bloodline, such a change would be nothing short of catastrophic.

In a desperate attempt to save the future of the dragon race, Vaelor, at the height of his power, made a shocking decision.

He used his own dragon bones as material, his dragon blood as a catalyst, and sealed a fragment of his soul within, creating the Dragon King's throne.

From that moment on, Vaelor was severely weakened and never recovered.

But the throne he created became the seat of power, protecting every Dragon King that followed.

"Ancestor Vaelor is the last remaining ancient soul fragment. Even if you want to leave, you'll need his approval first!"

"Exactly! Vaelor has guarded the dragon race for generations, and he has always made the final judgment for every Dragon King.

Unless your strength surpasses that of the ancestors, even as the Dragon King, you must obey Vaelor's commands!"

Seeing a glimmer of hope, the dragon elders immediately shouted at Azura.

At the same time, the golden dragon phantom that had materialized from the throne seemed to awaken.

Its light grew brighter, and its already majestic form became even more dazzling and awe-inspiring.

The golden dragon's head lowered, gazing down at Azura's small figure.

With just a breath, the phantom of Vaelor's soul exuded an overwhelming pressure.

The golden dragon's eyes swept across the entire Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, cold and indifferent, as if it looked down on the entire world with an unmatched arrogance.

"I have seen everything that has transpired today.

If you do not wish to challenge my authority, as the current Ocean Dragon King, you must fulfill your duties and remain in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, completing the tasks required of a Dragon King.

Do you understand?"

The golden dragon phantom, Vaelor's manifestation, finally spoke.

Its voice carried an overwhelming pressure, one that seemed to resonate from the very core of the dragon bloodline.

The immense weight of its authority spread out like a tangible force, pressing down on everything around it.

Even the elder dragons, who had transformed into their powerful, massive forms, trembled as if they were bearing the weight of a mountain. Their bodies shook uncontrollably, and even the surrounding seawater surged violently, as if it too was affected by the immense pressure.

Under this crushing force, the countless dragons in the army couldn't help but shiver, their hearts filled with terror and awe.

This was the power of one of the strongest dragons from ancient times. Though Vaelor's bloodline wasn't as pure and flawless as that of the Dragon Ancestor, the sheer force of his presence was enough to make any dragon instinctively bow in submission.

Even though they knew that Vaelor was now nothing more than a remnant soul bound to the throne, no dragon dared to show the slightest hint of disrespect.

All they could feel was the deep, primal fear and shock welling up from within.

The oppressive force spread out, vast and all-encompassing, almost entirely enveloping Azura.

It was as if she was standing beneath a mountain thousands of meters tall, about to collapse on her. Her small hand, which was holding Timothy's, trembled slightly under the pressure.

But at that moment, she suddenly noticed something—Timothy's grip on her hand had tightened.

Azura's hand was cold, chilled by the fear that gripped her heart.

But Timothy's hand, holding hers, was warm.

That warmth didn't just bring her comfort; it seemed to sweep away the fear inside her, replacing it with a newfound sense of confidence.

Noticing Azura's dazed expression, Timothy looked down at her face.

He didn't say a word, but the smile on his face held a tenderness that Azura had never felt before.

In that instant, the fear that had shaken her heart seemed to vanish, replaced by an unshakable resolve.

"I understand."

Azura lifted her head again, and in just a few moments, the hesitation in her eyes had completely disappeared.

Under the watchful gaze of countless dragons, Azura made a bold decision. She let go of Timothy's hand and ran toward the Dragon King's throne, where Vaelor's dragon phantom hovered.

Thud.

With a sharp bite, her small fangs pierced the palm of her hand. Without a second thought, Azura raised her hand and let her blood spill onto the Dragon King's throne.

The dragons in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon watched in shock as the blood that dripped from her hand shimmered with a faint golden hue!