I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“Almost there.” Although Isaac wouldn't admit defeat, he was inwardly shocked—how could this skeleton… be so powerful?

Originally, Isaac had predicted that Scourge Rick would be cut into pieces by the hero in no time, then burned to ashes by true fire, but unexpectedly, they fought back and forth, gradually turning a slight advantage into a victory, ultimately trapping him to death with two sets of shells?

Right, what were those things?

They looked a bit like sea butterflies, but also a bit different…

While Isaac was still wondering, Li Yue leisurely said, “Any advice?”

“If it weren’t for your skeleton race's sacred artifact… you would have been chopped to pieces long ago.” Isaac's fontanelle was itchy again—when he failed to block the hero's flying sword, a section of his skull was cut off. This time, the hero's most threatening flying sword was almost completely blocked by the bone sword, failing to exert its maximum power.

This was the moment the balance of battle began to tip, and also the beginning of Li Yue's victory.

“Although it's a sacred artifact, it's only useful if you wield the sword properly.” Li Yue was still apprehensive about the hero's flying sword. If the bone sword hadn't been something he could sense, he wouldn't have been able to block the flying sword's attacks in time, and his main body wouldn't have been able to use earth遁 in time and would have been cut into eight pieces. Even the Killing Sea Butterflies might not have been able to hold out for long.

“So, when are you going to give me Lamont's sacred artifact?” Li Yue wanted to ask Isaac for the whip again.

“Although your performance is good, you're still a bit short of taking first place.” Isaac said sternly, “Among these heroes… the most powerful is my grandson. If that's all you've got, I'll give the sacred whip to the Demon Son who defeats my grandson.”

“But there are two Demon Sons fighting your grandson. How will you divide it then?” Li Yue said, while also taking the opportunity to walk to the podium to observe the performance of the Demon Sons.

“Just give it to both of them, let them divide it however they want.” Isaac wouldn't worry about such trivial details.

Li Yue extended his thoughts and found that within the light sphere between the thrones, Yingying and Dandan were fighting fiercely with Lamont's grandson—the grandson's whip danced like a storm, impenetrable, while Dandan, under Yingying's ejection, constantly smashed towards the hero. In the midst of comfortable moans, the egg whip collided, shaking the corridor walls in front of the thrones until they were almost completely destroyed.

Yingying was using Dandan as a weapon, attempting to break through the whip dance's defense; the range of the whip dance seemed to be expanding, but it was not drastic under the restriction of “Shadow Stitching”, unable to spread throughout the corridor. Shadow Stitching, although unable to completely seal Lamont's movements, could slow him down, buying time to break through his defense; and the light flowing on Lamont's whip faintly had holy light flowing, which was converging.

“Harder! Harder!” Dandan roared at Yingying.

“You know nothing, Demon Butt! He still has at least three bottles of holy water! We need to exhaust them before we can kill him!” Yingying had finally endured the baptism of several bottles of holy water's holy light, finally pushing the battle to a delicate balance, and temporarily had no spare power to strengthen Dandan's offensive.

Having a clear understanding of the battle situation here, Li Yue also took the opportunity to see the performance of the other Demon Sons—being recorded in the Demon Illustrated Handbook was different from seeing it with his own eyes.

Especially the Demon Sons… who at this time had great enthusiasm for the sacred artifacts of the Lamont family. This was a good opportunity to observe what they looked like when they went all out. Once this opportunity was gone, it wouldn't come again.

As expected, Li Yue saw Damon Benben fighting fiercely with a hero in the light sphere—this Demon Scribe walked around similarly to “Octopus Morph” Corey, chains swaying randomly, revolving around the hero, his quill moving non-stop.

“In this battle with the Demon Scribe, the hero exerted force with one foot, leaping into the air…” Damon Benben wrote, and the hero, who had originally used both feet to slash upwards, suddenly lost half his strength, one foot seemingly paralyzed and unable to move, and fell in front of Damon Benben.

“His body unbalanced, the hero had to turn his head to find the Demon Scribe's trace…” Damon Benben described and recorded based on the hero's actions.

Then he distorted the numbers: “The hero turned his head three hundred…”

When writing “three hundred”, Damon Benben's palm withered and the pen tip paused.

“He turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees, finally finding the Demon Scribe's trace, but his eyes rolled back and he almost lost consciousness.” Under Damon Benben's pen, the hero turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees and immediately became delirious, but had not yet died.

Unable to write the hero to death in one go, Damon Benben had to constantly weaken the hero in battle, exaggerating and distorting the numbers in the details, constantly accumulating advantages.

“This guy was born in Kyle Era 16, 17… tsk tsk… when exactly was he born…” Damon Benben dodged while taking time to test the hero's birthday on the parchment, making corrections based on the consumption of magic power, as if he wanted to write the hero to death of old age, or write him into an infant.

Li Yue was amazed by the Demon Scribe's fighting style, and increasingly felt that this ability was quite perverted—to deal with the Demon Scribe, it seemed that he had to constantly “level up” to prevent him from having the ability to tamper with things.

Of course, the best way was to not provoke this guy and not give him a reason to think about himself.

After seeing Damon Benben, Li Yue looked at the other Demon Sons and regained a bit of common sense and understanding—Nate Meille had successfully brought that robust hero “into a dream”, constantly posing in various poses, and the hero's body was gradually withering, as if he was about to be sucked dry; Mai Mai had almost armed himself into a pearly submarine, constantly shooting scorching or death-bearing rays towards the hero underwater, and had also opened an invisible sharp net at the bottom of the water, which would soon drive him to his death.

Piggy's battle was more primitive, with six arms and six kitchen knives, relying on the effect of “self-healing” to fight the hero in close combat—every time the pig shadow and the human shadow intertwined, some flesh and blood could always be cut from the hero, and then some flowers and plants or shale could be swallowed in the mountains and fields, matched to make a chaotic dish, eating while fighting.

There was salt-baked fingernails, stir-fried nose hairs, mud-braised ribs…

Li Yue felt a bit nauseous and turned to the last light sphere—Redcoat's battle was very lively, with countless magic arrays laid on the ground, forcibly enhancing an old man in a red robe into a giant, or shrinking the hero into an ant.

There were several Redcoats of different heights, weights, and sizes in the magic array, and their sizes, positions, and movements exceeded the limitations of space—facing forward, diagonally, the top of the head, the soles of the feet… magic attacked the hero from above and below, and the will-o'-the-wisps that burned from time to time were like razors from another space, often shaving off the hero's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, making the hero almost unable to hold on.

This was what the Demon Sons looked like when they went all out… Li Yue firmly remembered everything in the light sphere in his heart, and couldn't figure out for a while whether the Demon Sons had grown after participating in the closed-door war training, or whether they originally had such abilities—if they each performed in the Blood River Simulation War, would they also have a chance of winning?

Of course, the enemies were also different, so there was no way to make a direct horizontal comparison.

“Okay.” After seeing the performance of the Demon Sons, Li Yue turned around to face Isaac again.

“What?” Isaac read a lot of greed from Li Yue's reaction.

“You just said… the sacred whip will be given to the Demon Son who defeats my grandson? Right?” Li Yue repeated Isaac's words, “Then don't move…”

“I'm going to kill another one…” Li Yue decided to help Yingying and Dandan solve Isaac's grandson—anyway, the “Withering Thorn” was still there, so there was no need to feel sorry for it.

And stealing heads, finishing blows, double kills… were all Li Yue's specialties.

Picking up a sacred artifact of the Lamont family for free was a big profit.