I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Hearing the Demon Lord's announcement, the reactions of the Great Pillars varied.

The demon commander Mephistopheles frowned, then smiled. He finally leaned forward from his chair, his hands on the long table, staring intently at the Demon Lord's pale face, as if trying to see if the Demon Lord was truly serious about war or just being perfunctory.

If it was just perfunctory, Mephistopheles felt it necessary to make it a reality.

A crimson aura emanated from the red-robed "Old Goat," within which a certain order seemed to be hidden, outlining a long ceremonial guard around him. Countless believers desperately offered prayers, praying for the gods to appear.

The Madonna-like Bao'er slightly raised the corners of her mouth, glancing intentionally or unintentionally at O'Keeffe and Fentus, as if waiting for the owners of the Colosseum and the Forbidden Forest to speak.

The crowned human tugged at the golden choker around his neck, as if sensing the heat permeating the air.

The Dice suddenly shrank, throwing itself onto the long table to divine good or bad fortune—except that the dice face was covered, and the result was not revealed.

O'Keeffe, of course, was quite surprised, his mind buzzing—it was decided just like that? Without even discussing the relationship with humans?

Where would the troops come from? What kind of support would the Colosseum provide?

The only one whose reaction was similar to O'Keeffe's was the wolf king Fentus of the Forbidden Forest—compared to the Colosseum providing elite combat power, the Forbidden Forest had to send both wolves and horses, which would be a big loss if a war really broke out.

The demon scribe Damon Kirk faithfully recorded every word of the Demon Lord, as well as the reactions of each Great Pillar.

"The Demon Lord announced his decision to launch an expedition, and the Great Pillars seem to have a lot to say," Damon Kirk wrote on the parchment, then looked at the Great Pillars, waiting for them to speak.

But looking at the city lord's calm face, no one seemed willing to be the first demon to speak.

Time passed, and after who knows how long, finally, a second voice appeared in the room.

"This is a dangerous gamble…" The one speaking was actually the Great Pillar of the Casino, the Dice of Destiny, "Lord City Lord… the humans' fortune is stronger than ours."

"Could you share your thoughts?" The Dice of Destiny spun around on the surface of the long table, "Or… is this a declaration, not a discussion?"

"Yes, it is a declaration," the City Lord of Demon King City had never seemed like someone who reasoned with others.

"Understood." The Dice of Destiny stopped spinning and returned to its seat.

"Do you have any opinions?" The City Lord did not intend to let the Great Pillar of the Casino off so easily, pressing the question, which was also directed at all the demons in the room.

"It is my duty to predict the fate of Demon King City, and I have an obligation to share any possible changes in fate with the Great Pillars…" The Dice of Destiny closed up on its seat, seemingly not planning to predict the future again.

"Since you can see fate, then find a way to push fate… bring it to our side." The City Lord turned his finger, and the dice involuntarily followed the movement of his finger.

"As you command." The Dice of Destiny bowed down, "The luck accumulated over the past century… will all be at your service…"

Seeing that the first Great Pillar to speak had been subdued by the City Lord, O'Keeffe looked at Fentus, placing all his hopes on the Wolf King—no matter how much the King of the Colosseum looked down on the City Lord, he still couldn't muster the courage to express his views when facing him.

"Very well, I am willing to serve you." Mephistopheles slammed the long table, finalizing this expedition in the name of the Abyssal Maw.

Bite my demonic butt… The City Lord and the number one power in Demon King City are going on an expedition, what can I do? Unless all the remaining Great Pillars support me…

But how could I be the demon who provokes Mephistopheles's displeasure?

Damn it… O'Keeffe retracted his buzzing sounds into his belly.

"But…" Finally, another Great Pillar expressed his opposition, and it was actually the demon scribe Damon Kirk—just as Damon Benben hated Bosch, the demon scribe seemed to be at odds with pure-blooded demons.

"If we do this, there may be income at the start of the expedition, but the treasury will lose a portion of its stable income," Damon Kirk's lower body chains danced wildly, "Income from humans."

"Bullshit." Mephistopheles leaned on the long table with one arm, facing Damon Kirk, "With an expeditionary force, a single expedition can plunder years of your income!"

"What about military equipment, supplies? Will you provide them?" Damon Kirk was waiting for Mephistopheles to agree, and then immediately put the bill on the Abyssal Maw.

"We of the Abyssal Maw… only take in, never give out." Mephistopheles certainly wouldn't be the sucker, and while his aura was aggressive, he was also very clear about the ins and outs of the situation, and wouldn't budge.

"Heh, poor ghost." Damon Kirk commented, silently shrinking the Abyssal Maw's assets.

The City Lord silently watched the demon scribe and the demon commander argue without saying a word, then turned his gaze to the other Great Pillars.

Then, a voice with its own echo caught the Demon Lord's gaze, it was the Old Goat wearing red robes and surrounded by crimson.

"What is the attitude of Fire Burial Valley and the Great Ice Crevasse?" The Old Goat stroked his goatee, mentioning the other two demon lands—Fire Burial Valley and the Great Ice Crevasse were as famous as Demon King City, and together they were known as the three major demon forces on the Continent of Chaos.

The Old Goat felt that if the dispatch of this demon expeditionary force could coordinate with Fire Burial Valley and the Great Ice Crevasse, then there could be the kind of bloody storm he wanted.

"It has nothing to do with us." The City Lord smiled, not considering the reactions of the other two at all.

The Old Goat lowered his head slightly, his crimson aura heavy.

"Then this is our initiative…?" Fentus seemed to have finally found an opportunity to speak, "Once again, will we alone face the humans in their prime?"

"Hmph, it is precisely our hesitation that has allowed the humans to continue to become stronger," Mephistopheles sneered.

"You seem to have it backwards, last time… it was clearly a disastrous defeat that prompted us to leave." There was some fire in Fentus's words, "Right? You retreated to the Abyssal Maw, and the demons of the Forbidden Forest covered your retreat?"

"What, are you afraid?" Mephistopheles was too lazy to explain the strategy of the last time, and there was nothing to explain.

"Oh dear, once a fight breaks out, they will definitely join in~" Bao'er mediated between the two great patrons of pleasure, "What people are worried about is Syndrami, and the human gods… will they also join the war?"

"No." The crowned human, who had been silent all along, finally spoke, his voice quite dignified, "The position of Pope of Syndrami is vacant, and humans have also been hunting gods, carrying out a revolution called 'science'…"

"Humanity is dividing."

"Who the hell are you? You smell very good…" Fentus twitched his nostrils, aiming at the crowned human.

"This is the 'King of Locusts', the Grand Chief of the Sand Country on the Continent of Chaos, Nier." Bao'er leaned over, introducing the human "Great Pillar" to the Wolf King, "It is said… that you are seizing the position of God in the Sand Country, is that so? Hehe… I heard that your country is full of golden sand, is it true?"

"The position of God… is just the crown of a dead man." Fentus's wolf claws scraped on the long table, making a harsh sound, seemingly not taking the human Great Pillar seriously at all, only wanting to taste him.

"But if that's the case… will our expedition cause them to unite again?" Bao'er understood humans better, and took the opportunity to ask the Demon Lord on the throne.

The lords of authority also raised their heads and looked together—the scene of the last failed expedition was still vivid in their minds, and the demons were not very willing to face the second Iron City.

"Then it's just as well… we can eliminate the gods and science together." The Demon Lord tapped the armrest of the throne.

"I'll say it one last time, I have decided to dispatch a demon expeditionary force." The Demon Lord's will did not waver in the slightest.