My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses - Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: The Obedience of the Demon Monarchs
Vahn’s smile broadened, laced with the unsettling confidence of the Void Emperor. “Don’t worry, Commander. This Emperor will make them obedient. They will join us, or they will be eradicated.”

The envoys were immediately selected: a small, highly effective group led by Lilith and Aria—the Empress of Darkness and the Empress of War—the most effective pair for such a volatile mission.

The envoys set out at once, guided by Lilith’s mastery of the Darkness Dao. They journeyed through the deepest and darkest corners of Dalu, regions where the spiritual energy turned noxious and hostile, where the law of the land dissolved into primordial chaos. These were the hidden paths where ordinary cultivators didn’t dare to tread, leading straight to the heart of the great Demonic Realms.

Their mission was clear: offer the Demonic Monarchs a choice. Join the Void Empire in a temporary alliance against the Celestial Empire and Goddess Attila, or be crushed by the coming war and then eradicated by the Void Emperor for refusing his command.

Vahn was not asking for friendship; he was demanding obedience against a common, greater foe.

The fate of Dalu now rested on the outcome of this unlikely, terrifying diplomatic mission.

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The diplomatic mission launched by the Void Emperor was not a request for peace or cooperation, but an ultimatum delivered by the Empire’s two most dangerous women: Lilith, the Empress of Darkness, and Aria, the Empress of War. They tore through the chaotic, sulfurous dimensions leading to the Demonic Realms, carrying the Void Emperor’s message to the various Demon Monarchs who ruled the forbidden corners of Dalu.

The letter from the Void Emperor reached the obsidian fortress of the Blood Monarch, a ruthless powerhouse who once pursued Vahn during his early ascent, sensing the Void Dragon God’s nascent power.

The Blood Monarch, a figure whose very presence warped the air with spiritual corruption, read the letter’s clear message:

Join the alliance against the Celestial Empire and ensure mutual survival, or face annihilation as an obstacle.

His primary lieutenant, a powerful Demon General named Gorefang, roared his rejection,

“Monarch, we cannot bow to a nascent Emperor who has only just conquered the Southern Faction! Our pride dictates we crush the Celestial Empire ourselves! If we ally with Vahn, we become his subjects!”

The Blood Monarch, however, silenced his subordinate with a pulse of overwhelming spiritual pressure. His eyes, twin pools of swirling crimson, held a terrifying understanding.

“Fools. Do you think I forgot the youth who walked into my domain and survived? Do you think I forgot the scent of the power he carried?”

The Blood Monarch had sensed the truth years ago: Vahn was a shadow of the Demon God, a vessel chosen by the primordial darkness. The Monarch was not driven by simple hatred for the Celestial Gods, but by an ancient, innate spiritual loyalty to the ultimate darkness.

“Our goal,” the Blood Monarch declared, his voice echoing in the vast, shadowed hall, “has never been mere survival or localized conquest. It has always been the rise of the true darkness. Joining Vahn is not an alliance; it is a spiritual allegiance. The Celestial Gods seek to erase all of us. If Vahn has the strength to oppose a Goddess, then we shall be the bloody shield he wields.”

He signed the spiritual decree with his own demonic essence. He would join the Void Emperor.

Across the forbidden regions of Dalu, Vahn’s message elicited various reactions.

Some Monarchs, recognizing Vahn’s Void Shattering Realm power and the obvious threat of the descending Goddess Attila, agreed immediately. They saw the alliance as the only means of survival and a chance to feast on the Celestial Empire’s power.

Others, deeply suspicious of Vahn’s human origins and his use of advanced technology, hesitated. They sent low-level envoys to observe the Void Empire, waiting to see if Vahn was strong enough to warrant their devotion.

A few ancient, powerful Demon Monarchs, swollen with arrogance and pride honed by centuries of isolation, rejected the offer outright. They believed they could weather the Celestial storm alone and refused to bow to a “Dragon mongrel” who dared to call himself Emperor. Their defiance was noted by the returning Shadow Envoys.

After only two tense days, the majority of the powerful Allied Demon Monarchs gathered their forces and made the perilous journey to the Imperial City, Necrotis. They assembled in the great Imperial Courtroom, a vast hall now dramatically refitted with obsidian thrones and Void sigils.

The entrance of the Demon Monarchs was a spectacle of corruption and chaos. They were a motley crew of spiritual beasts, shadowed horrors, and ancient, corrupted cultivators. Yet, as they stood before the main platform, their usual chaotic auras were subtly suppressed by the overwhelming Void Shattering Realm power that blanketed the Imperial Palace.

Vahn sat on the Void Throne, his appearance terrifyingly regal. He was an unbelievably handsome Emperor, dressed in robes of shimmering black and silver, his presence domineering and extraordinarily calm. The difference between his absolute control and the simmering chaos of the Demons was stark.

Flanking Vahn were his Empresses. Blood Monarch immediately noticed the three women, each of them radiating a power that made even his ancient spiritual core tremble.

“These Saintesses had grown this strong? How?”

Seraphina’s boundless, pure Light Dao was a silent, agonizing pressure on the Demonic essence.

Lilith’s Shadow essence was so profound and absolute that the Demon Monarchs felt like children playing with torches in her domain of primordial night.

Aria’s gold armor and crackling Tribulation Realm aura radiated lethal intent, making it clear she was a warrior who could wipe them out without blinking.

The Blood Monarch bowed deeply, acknowledging Vahn’s overwhelming superiority. His deference set a nervous tone for the rest of the Demonic host.

The Court commenced, but the Demonic Faction’s arrogance, however suppressed, could not be entirely contained.

One of the subordinate Demon Generals, a large, grotesque creature known as Korthax—who served a minor but arrogant Demon Monarch—dared to step forward. He was offended by the demand for allegiance from a “mere human.”

“Void Emperor,” Korthax sneered, his voice a grating sound that shattered the court’s silence. “Before we commit our armies to your cause, you must prove your worth. Why should we, the eternal rulers of the darkness, follow a King who hides behind women? Prove your power to be the Leader of this alliance!”

The insult was not just directed at Vahn, but explicitly at his three Empresses.

Lilith and Aria instantly tensed, their auras ready to unleash devastating punishment, but Vahn raised a single hand, a cold, slight smile touching his lips.

“Insolence!” Vahn stated simply.

He didn’t draw a weapon. He didn’t launch a spell. He merely inclined his head toward Korthax and, with a silent, terrifying movement of his consciousness, snapped his finger.

SNAP!

The sound was not auditory; it was the sound of a conceptual break.

Korthax, the powerful Demon General, did not explode, bleed, or burn. He simply and utterly ceased to exist. His spiritual core, his physical body, his Demonic essence, and the very memory of his existence were instantly erased from reality by a single, focused thought of Void energy. The spot where he stood was now utterly empty, the spiritual energy of the air untouched, as if he had never been there.

The silence that followed was absolute.

The Demon Monarch who commanded Korthax, a gigantic, horned beast named Monarch Grok, was utterly terrified. He was at the peak of the Demon Monarch Realm, yet even he couldn’t perceive what struck his subordinate. It wasn’t a technique he knew, or a law he understood. It was Annihilation.

Vahn, having demonstrated the absolute power of the Void Shattering Realm, returned his gaze to the stunned court.

“Are there any further objections to this Emperor’s worth?” Vahn’s voice was calm, yet every word vibrated with crushing authority.

The entire demonic host immediately dropped to their knees, their arrogance evaporated, replaced by primitive, survival-driven fear. The Blood Monarch bowed the lowest, his body shaking slightly.

“We yield to the True Master of the Darkness,” the Blood Monarch declared, his voice ragged. “We await your command, Emperor Void.”

The ceremony moved swiftly. There were no further questions about Vahn’s worth. The alliance was formalized not with ink, but with Soul Pacts—sacred spiritual contracts that bound the Demonic Monarchs and their armies to the service of the Void Empire until the defeat of the Celestial Empire.

Vahn, leveraging the supreme authority of his Void Shattering Realm, ensured that he was designated as the Superior authority in every pact. The clauses were explicitly clear: Betraying him meant instantaneous, inescapable death by the Void’s erasure. No Monarch, no matter how powerful, could escape the spiritual tether Vahn now held on their very essence.

With the Demonic Faction now unified under his terrifying command, Vahn had secured the numbers and immediate hostility needed to oppose Emperor Sirius. The Void Empire was no longer just the Southern Continent; it was Dalu’s darkest, most powerful coalition, prepared to meet the Goddess’s proxy force head-on.

The great war was about to begin.