Daimon had already devoured two hearts, and with the 10% manifestation of Malzahar's powers, his adrenaline was off the charts. The Demon Prince Army stood before the gates of Elgore a kingdom protected by ancient magic for centuries.
"Now, let's test some of this ancient magic," Daimon said with a smile. A huge magic circle appeared again, and lightning struck the barrier. This continued for several minutes until Daimon's nose started to bleed and he shouted, giving it everything he had. Finally, the barrier broke.
The Demon Prince Army shouted, ready to barge in. But they realized Daimon was no longer standing he had passed out. Maya and the six generals saw this and ordered everyone to retreat, but it was too late.
A dark, ominous aura filled the air. There was no army present, just a large figure standing a silhouette atop the gate, surrounded by five others. It was clear this was Draco and his remaining five generals.
With Daimon still unconscious, no one remained to rival Draco's power. "Who dares knock on the doors of my kingdom?" Draco declared.
Everyone tried to run and retreat, but Draco's five generals moved in, wreaking havoc and proving even stronger than Valerian and Mogul Khan. They wiped out many soldiers and fought fiercely against the generals from the Demon Prince Army.
Seeing all this, Malzahar forced Daimon to wake up. "You are exhausted. You cannot manifest my power yet. That was only a fraction, but still, you are not strong enough." Daimon woke up, back to his usual self.
Malzahar told him to fight with his own strength. Daimon surveyed the battlefield his generals and army fighting desperately. He looked up and locked eyes with Draco. Draco shouted, "Daimon! Let's dance, little one." Knowing he couldn't afford a long battle, Daimon rushed to Draco immediately, using his godspeed.
Relying on his own strength, Daimon tested whether he could measure up to Draco. Surprisingly, he could keep up, mainly thanks to Mogul Khan's skill. Draco noticed Daimon moved like Mogul Khan and realized Daimon had acquired the Devourer.
"He's dangerous. I must eliminate him right away. He will destroy the balance in the underworld." Draco charged up energy and leaped at Daimon. They exchanged blows. Daimon barely dodged the attacks but sustained wounds in the process.
Draco screamed, "It's time to end this!" Daimon wanted to use ancient magic, but without the power of a Supreme Dragon Lord, he simply couldn't; even with the massive amount of mana and spells from Valerian, he was powerless without Malzahar.
Daimon tried to overpower Draco with brute strength, but he was no match. Struggling to keep up, Daimon received a dropkick from Draco and fell from the tower. The Demon Prince Army watched in worry.
Daimon got up, breathing heavily. "I am the Demon Prince, and you will—" But before he could finish, Draco landed a clean hit to Daimon's face. Draco drew a sword and sliced Daimon's right hand. Daimon screamed. Maya, her face full of worry, was struck by Ellie the Scarlet Demon, one of Draco's generals. It seemed like the end was near for the Demon Prince Army.
Seeing all this, he didn't really want to intervene, but Malzahar had no choice. He could easily take full control of Daimon's body if he wanted to. But if he did, the Devourer skill would transfer to another demon in the realm. For Malzahar to obtain the Devourer skill, Daimone must truly manifest his power for them to become one.
This time, however, Malzahar chose to step in. He took over Daimon's body, regenerated his hand, and fought Draco. His punches were heavier, much faster, and more technical. Draco, the Undead King, was now the one struggling. While fighting, he felt it a power on par with Demon King Akira.
"What's happening here? Why am I cornered?" Malzahar then unleashed a skill. His fist glowed as he delivered a barrage of punches to Draco, grabbed him, and tossed him into the air. He then released ancient magic a tiny light beam piercing through Draco mid-air. Draco landed, coughing up blood.
Malzahar walked slowly toward Draco, his eyes pitch black. "Elgore has fallen." He then grabbed Draco's heart. Daimon, now back in control, didn't understand what was happening but, seeing Draco kneeling before him and Daimon holding his heart, realized that Malzahar had taken over briefly.
Everyone watched the sight of Draco kneeling, Daimon holding his heart. Daimon then devoured it, and suddenly the weather changed; his eyes glowed once again. Daimon became stronger and released a burst of energy.
The generals stopped fighting among themselves. Draco's generals immediately knelt down, followed by the Demon Prince Army and the remaining 40 million soldiers inside Elgore.
It was truly a sight to behold. Daimon levitated, mana pouring out of him. Everyone looked up. Maya smiled and shouted, "Everyone, the new king of Elgore, the Demon Prince Daimon!"
Everyone cheered. The demon world is loyal to those who are strong; that's how it has always been. In the underworld, power and strength are currency. The one who stands at the top is the strongest of them all. It was the dawn of a new age the age of Demon Prince Daimon. From that day, his name was heard throughout the underworld.