Chapter 90 Morning Grumpiness, Fully Recharged

"You, you ruined my body pillow."

Jiang Chen's voice was very soft, so soft it was like a lover whispering in one's ear.

But everyone present, including that arrogant Black Fiend Demon Lord, heard a chill originating from the depths of their Soul in that light, airy sentence.

That was not Killing Intent.

That was something even more terrifying than Killing Intent—disgust.

It was like someone who had just had a wonderful dream, only to find that a fly had defecated on their most beloved pillow.

That feeling of nausea, irritability, and the urge to destroy everything turned into a tangible purple wave of Qi at this moment, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

"body pillow?"

The Demon Lord was stunned for a moment, looked at the blood-covered, unconscious fox-girl in his hand, and suddenly burst into a piercing, wild laugh.

"Hehehe! What a joke! She is of the noble Nine-Tailed Imperial Clan! She is a vessel for me to recover my strength! And you actually treat her as a... body pillow?"

"Ignorant human! You have no idea what kind of existence you are talking to!"

The Demon Lord's body was shrouded in black Qi, and his originally withered and thin figure swelled again, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed manifestation of a Demon God.

"I am the Lord of the Abyss! I am the King who once ruled this land! Even the Empress of that era would not dare to look down on me like this!"

Mentioning the words "Empress," a trace of imperceptible fear flashed in the Demon Lord's eyes, but he quickly concealed it, replacing it with even more insane brutality.

"Since you want to die so badly, then I will grant your wish!"

"Demon Devours the World!"

The Demon Lord opened his three blood-stained maws and violently inhaled towards Jiang Chen.

A terrifying suction force formed a black hole, and the surrounding space began to twist and collapse.

The bricks on the city wall, corpses, and even living soldiers were uncontrollably flying towards that large mouth.

"It's over... this is the Law of Space!"

Lei Heng closed his eyes in despair.

Facing an attack of this level, even a true War God would have to avoid its edge.

However.

Jiang Chen, who was at the center of the storm, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He just slowly reached out his hand and made a "shh" gesture towards the Void Realm.

"Be quiet."

"I said... you are very noisy."

【Ding! Waking Up Anger fully charged.】

【Current Rage Value: ∞.】

【Detected host's intention: Borrow the Empress's Divine Thought.】

【Synchronization Rate: 100% (Because the Empress was also woken up).】

"Boom!"

In the Void Realm behind Jiang Chen, that shimmering phantom of the Empress suddenly solidified.

She was no longer a blurry outline, but had turned into a living woman with a peerless face.

Her purple-gold imperial robe fluttered in the wind, she wore a crown, and her eyes were as cold as ice.

She lay on her side in the Void Realm, one hand supporting her head, while the other gently played with a lock of her hair.

That lazy, noble temperament, looking at all things as if they were nothing, was exactly the same as Jiang Chen's.

"Is that you... Little Blackie?"

The Empress parted her red lips, her voice cold yet carrying a hint of surprise.

"Li... Little Blackie?!"

Hearing this title, the Demon Lord's massive Demon God manifestation suddenly trembled, as if struck by lightning, and instantly froze in place.

That originally ferocious and terrifying face revealed an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"No... impossible... this title..."

The Demon Lord's voice was trembling, "You... you are Master?!"

The entire audience was stunned.

Lei Heng's jaw hit the ground: "Master? This Demon Lord... is a pet raised by the Empress?"

"Let me correct you."

Jiang Chen yawned and kindly added, "According to the System's data, you were a foot-washing maid used by Her Majesty the Empress back then to... warm her feet. Because your feet stank, you were disliked, which is why you were Seal-ed here."

"Pfft!"

Little Fatty Chen couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

Although the occasion was very serious, this plot twist was too absurd! A dignified S-rank Demon Lord was actually a foot-washing maid Seal-ed because of smelly feet?

"Nonsense! You are talking nonsense!"

The Demon Lord was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, completely breaking down.

This was the shame of his life, the deepest pain in his heart!

"I am the King of the Abyss! I am the supreme Demon Lord! Die! All of you, die!"

He went crazy. He desperately burned his essence blood, urged the Demon God manifestation, and crashed fiercely towards Jiang Chen and the Empress's phantom.

"Stubborn and unyielding."

The Empress frowned slightly, a look of disgust appearing on her face.

"Since you are so smelly, then... let's flush you."

She extended a finger and pressed it lightly towards the Demon Lord.

The movement was gentle, as if pressing the button of a flush toilet.

But in the Demon Lord's eyes, that finger had transformed into a giant pillar supporting heaven and earth, carrying an irresistible power of Law, and crashed down!

"No—!!!"

The Demon Lord let out a desperate roar.

"I am not reconciled! I don't want to go back to that dark, sunless place! I don't want to wash feet! Ahhh!"

"Bang!"

The giant finger fell.

There was no suspense.

That seemingly invincible three-headed, six-armed Demon God manifestation was as fragile as a bubble under that finger, instantly shattering.

The Demon Lord's true body was forcibly pressed into the depths of the ground, smashing out a bottomless pit.

"It's not over yet."

Jiang Chen looked at the large pit, the purple light in his eyes flickering.

He walked over to Iliya and, looking at the girl's bloodied, mangled tail, felt a sharp pang of heartache.

"My good body pillow... you ruined it."

Jiang Chen raised his hand and made a grasping motion towards the large pit.

"Come out."

Hum!

A black crystal emitting dense black Qi, the size of a basketball, flew out from the ground and fell into Jiang Chen's hand.

That was the Demon Lord's Origin Demon Core, the essence of his lifelong cultivation.

Having lost the Demon Core, the Demon Lord in the deep pit let out a final cry and completely turned into ashes.

A generation of Demon Lord, deceased.

Cause of death: Woke up the Empress, and ruined her new pet (body pillow).

【Ding! Killed S-rank Demon Lord (Complete Form).】

【Obtained loot: Dark Night Demon Core (Top Quality).】

【System evaluation: This can also be considered a type of "forced shutdown."】

Jiang Chen weighed the Demon Core in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

"Although it's a bit smelly, it can still be used after washing."

He turned around and pressed the Demon Core directly onto Iliya's forehead.

"Lucky you, little fox."

"Although this thing is dirty, it's enough to nourish your body. Hurry up and grow your tail back; I still need to use it tonight."

Boom!

The Demon Core merged into Iliya's body.

A terrifyingly massive amount of energy erupted instantly, wrapping Iliya in a black-purple cocoon of light.

Inside that cocoon of light, the originally broken tail was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the newly grown fur was even whiter, softer, and even carried a faint golden light.

"Done and dusted."

Jiang Chen clapped his hands, his body swayed, and the borrowed power of the Empress finally dissipated.

A strong sense of dizziness washed over him.

"So sleepy..."

He didn't even have time to glance at the gazes around him that treated him like a god; his body went limp, and he fell backward.

"Jiang Chen!"

This time, it wasn't Mu Qingxue or Iliya who caught him.

It was something soft and warm.

The cocoon of light shattered.

The reborn Iliya walked out of the light.

At this moment, not only were her injuries completely healed, but her aura had also surged to the Peak of the Viscera Refining Realm!

Those nine brand-new tails spread out like a peacock displaying its feathers, steadily catching the falling Jiang Chen.

Iliya looked at the sleeping boy in her arms, her eyes devoid of fear or humiliation.

There was only a deep, almost pathological... attachment.

"Master..."

She lowered her head and gently kissed Jiang Chen's forehead.

"From now on... I will be your most obedient body pillow."

"Whoever dares to disturb your sleep, I will... kill them."