I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

"They say there's a Bone Cart Cult. Believers think there's a bone cart filled with gods, pulling the world along..." Van Helsing grinned foolishly at Don Quixote.

"I thought I heard you mention the Colosseum?" Don Quixote asked the noble. "Do you know about Oogway Boogway?"

"Oogway Boogway?" The noble completely disregarded Van Helsing, Helsing Van, and Don Quixote, and had no intention of answering.

He just caressed the Nightmare Succubus's chin and teased, "Do you know?"

The Nightmare Succubus's mind was blank, offering no other response.

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"Oh, you don't know either? Then how would I know?" Going around in circles, the noble never got to the point.

The Nightmare Succubus was like a toy in his hand, a shield to deflect Li Yue's inquiries.

So, Van Helsing snapped the Nightmare Succubus's neck.

No 'Nightmare Eye' dropped.

The Nightmare Succubus wasn't dead, but couldn't respond to the noble in the short term.

"The Slaughter Cup! That belongs to the Demon Ball's Slaughter Cup!"

After fully understanding, Don Quixote knew where the problem lay—the eight heroes' presence was too strong. The guests didn't take them seriously at all, so asking questions was twice the effort with half the results.

"You want me, you want me, you want me!"

They needed to win some humiliation through some means.

This level of socializing was beyond Li Yue's ability to handle.

What the warrior was talking about was a practical problem.

"Alright, they'll go down together."

Don Quixote also understood how the noble, warrior, and merchant managed to command so few scattered guests. He only knew that if they kept going around in circles like this, they would never get any news about the Colosseum.

A small number of the guests who stood up were demons, and the majority were humans.

Next to the dance floor, a large Colosseum was quickly erected.

The ball organizers thoughtfully used Nightmare Imps to build human ladders, providing seats for the viewing guests.

"Awoo—"

"Yeah, are they going to pry open your mouths?" The warrior opened his mouth slightly, using his tongue to make a refined facial gesture. "Just use their polite words, and the upbringing they picked up from some gutter?"

The bursting air currents didn't harm the surrounding guests. Obviously, they weren't involved in the "duel" and were protected by the pleasure barrier.

The guests under the long table all looked towards the noble.

The smoke hadn't cleared yet, and a pool of writhing magma was missing next to the dance floor. Sun Yuezheng strode into the arena, flames rising from his feet, his legs fusing with the golden half-armor into liquid gold.

"That hero breaks the rules! So arrogant! I love it!"

"Hahaha, he's talking back?" The merchant revealed a smug expression.

Their states were thirsty, joyful, greedy, and manic, wishing they could immediately stuff Sun Yuezheng back into their bodies.

At the same time, Don Quixote was writing in Hannibal and Li Yue Quixote's shadows.

The guests were stunned, unsure if what they had heard was real—they hadn't seen the demon hunter drink much wine, how could he be so drunk?

"Our new friend... is quite rude." The noble, warrior, and merchant seemed to be watching a vaudeville act, smiling at each other and saying with mockery, "Do you know, what does this have to do with you?"

"I'm asking you a question, don't keep changing the subject." Van Helsing was initially fascinated by the talk of cults, but remembering that there was still no progress on the main issue, he gradually lost patience.

To this, Oogway Boogway's response was to call all the standing guests to join.

The seats were still composed of flexible, constantly writhing male demons. The guests were definitely not bored while waiting for the duel to end; everyone was having fun in their own way.

Of course, they understood the rules of the Demon Ball better than Oogway Boogway and Sun Yue Quixote.

"Ding!"

At the same time, when the merchant mentioned the word "duel," dozens of guests under the long table stood up, facing Oogway Boogway, Sun Yuezheng, and Li Yue Quixote, ready to issue duel invitations at any moment.

Van Helsing's side hadn't finished fighting either. Egg returned to its place, standing behind the noble, warrior, and merchant, winking at Oogway Boogway, seemingly confirming whether or not to deceive them now.

Although the noble, warrior, and merchant had connections, their own strength shouldn't reach the level of a Lord of Authority. He could try using the Staff of Deception.

Countless hands reached out in front of Oogway Boogway, each an "I cannot refuse" dance invitation.