The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 204: Ascension to the Throne

Under the watchful gaze of all the Demon Race members, each harboring their own intentions, Lynn strode into the venue meticulously arranged by the Demon Kings.

Post-makeup, he appeared malevolent, and when he put on a stern face, he was indeed detestable, but such looks were not disliked by the Demon Race—in fact, they were quite popular to some extent.

From the Proud Palace to the Demon Emperor Palace, Lynn hadn’t prepared a speech in advance; such matters relied on improvisation, and following a script might reveal weaknesses instead.

"Quite a gathering of demons, eh? Seems my enthronement is indeed what everyone desires, ha ha ha..."

As Lynn entered the venue, observing the throng of demon heads below, he seemed in very high spirits, evident from the tone of his laughter.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Demon Emperor..."

A strong demon who had attended the last "meet and greet" was the first to kneel on one knee, worshipping the Demon Emperor.

He was a pawn arranged by the Seven Great Demon Kings, a devotee of the Guardian Demon God, previously suppressed due to his faith, but now he could finally hold his head high.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"

With one demon leading, other strong demons, regardless of their faith or faction, had to bow down obediently.

Perhaps His Majesty the Illidan Demon Emperor was lamenting not finding an excuse to kill off a few strong members of the Destruction Faction; if anyone showed him disrespect now, he’d be more than a little pleased—probably laughing uncontrollably.

"No need for formalities, no need for formalities—I’m very happy to see so many demons attending my coronation ceremony. If it weren’t for my recent ascension and my private treasury not being rich yet, I’d reward you all heavily!"

The newly crowned Demon Emperor had just appeared, uttering only a few words, yet so bluntly reminding the attending demon elite they ought to present their gifts. Frankly, he’s even greedier than the Late Emperor.

But this is normal; the Demon Emperor is expected to have the flaws of the Seven Great Demon Kingdoms—it’s only a matter of degree.

The ceremony of the coronation is set for an auspicious hour, and as the auspicious hour hasn’t yet arrived, His Majesty the Demon Emperor might as well seize the moment to collect gifts—after all, the congratulatory gifts were long prepared, a bleed was inevitable, and it’s impossible to avoid it.

"Grand Duke Mo Luo of the Proud Demon Kingdom, presents two Blood River Nether Essences, one Demon-Gifted Blood Jade, and one hundred Enchanting Demons!"

"Grand Duke Mo Zuo of the Envy Demon Kingdom, presents three Demon Crystal Veins..."

"Grand Duke Ludy of the Greed Demon Kingdom, presents one hundred billion Gold Coins..."

"Lust Demon Kingdom..."

"Gluttony Demon Kingdom..."

"..."

Before the ceremony, the gift collection session began, straightforwardly. Whenever a demon elite presented a congratulatory gift, Greed Demon King Liss Modor, responsible for recording the gift list, would loudly announce the contents of the gift.

This was a task she had seized herself. Although these gifts merely passed through her hands and couldn’t end up in her pocket, for her handling such an enormous amount of wealth and treasures at once was like the leftovers party everyone threw for Betty.

Among the Human Race, there’s a saying: "With money, demons can push the mill," which is not entirely accurate because many demons don’t love money, but this doesn’t apply to those of the Greed Demon Kingdom.

So long as the price is right, there’s no demon in the Greed Demon Kingdom that can’t be bought—even Liss, being the esteemed Greed Demon King, had set her own price.

For instance, if Lynn were willing to share half of the congratulatory gifts received this time with her, she wouldn’t just push the mill—she’d push him on the bed.

If he shared sixty percent with her, even if one of the six sisters was on the bed, she’d help push him.

If he shared seventy percent, even Betty, her dearest sister, could be sold to him, and she’d help push him.

If he shared eighty percent...

Then she could even recommend herself as a bed companion, and even hire other demons to push for him.

As for more...

Even the Greed Demon King dares not fantasize wildly, for such wealth is tremendous—even a Lust Demon King in normal form wouldn’t pay such a price for beauty; Liss’s self-set worth doesn’t even come close, and this wealth could buy her entire activity.

Too many demon elites came to congratulate this time, from Demigods to Initial Saints—it’s impossible for even Lynn, let alone the Seven Great Demon Kings, to count all these demons.

If Lynn wanted to kill indiscriminately at this point because of non-attendance, the demon kings probably couldn’t even point out which demons hadn’t arrived.

However, any demon strong enough to be level 700 and above is a renowned demon. If any were absent, they could still be counted, and it wouldn’t make much difference.

And so this went on for quite a while, until the preselected auspicious hour arrived; yet the group of gift-giving demons had only retreated by half.

Fortunately, the Demon Race isn’t so bound by formalities—even the grandest coronation is simpler than a Human Race ancestral worship.

With the auspicious hour arrived, Lynn was pushed forward by six of the demon kings, with Proud Demon King Ilya personally taking charge as the host to commence his coronation ceremony.

Lynn didn’t grasp the process of enthronement; he had only witnessed Helena’s coronation, but the differences between Human Race and Demon Race were quite stark, leaving no reference value.

Fortunately, the ceremony had been well-prepared by Ilya and her six sisters, requiring nothing extra from him. Just following the established arrangements would do.

After following the process, much time had elapsed; apart from the Greed Demon King who was still gleefully handling the gifts, the other six demon kings were thoroughly exhausted—even though it was the coronation ceremony of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, they, as the legitimate demon kings below one demon and above ten thousand demons, weren’t able to avoid participating in many rituals.

After all this hustle and bustle, Lynn felt it was less like he was being crowned, and more like holding a group wedding with these demon kings, just short of a formal bow to heaven and earth.

Speaking of bowing to heaven and earth, under Ilya’s hosting, the coronation ceremony reached its final stage—and indeed it was bowing to heaven and earth...

But without the segments of bowing to elders or the couple’s bow, otherwise, Lynn might have casually grabbed two, then took five to consummate the marriage.

"Today, Illidan Stormrage is crowned as the Emperor of the Demon Realm; the ceremony is completed; may all the Demon Gods bear witness! May the Demon God King bestow blessings!"

With Ilya’s words, the fast-forwarded coronation ceremony reached its conclusion, merely awaiting the witness of the Demon Gods and the blessings from the Demon God King to mark its completion.

Wait! Witness from the Demon Gods? Blessings from the Demon God King?

Lynn stood on the ancient Blood Sacrificial Altar, momentarily losing focus—are you kidding me?

I’m simulating aura and altering appearance manually; fooling ordinary demons is already quite fortunate—are you sure you can fool the Demon Gods?

Granted, the Guardian Demon God is on our side, but not all Demon Gods stand united, right?

Yet, before Lynn could ponder further, high above the heavens in the distant sky, with the blood sun hanging high, hundreds of scarlet rays shone down, converging upon Lynn.