I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

"Decreased? The appearance frequency of Greed Flies... has decreased?"

Seven Rivers, stationed in the Mist Marsh and constantly transforming the muddy ground into solid land, read a report and confirmed with the officer beside him.

Seven Rivers wore a yellow mage robe, his expression weary.

Not far away, the corpses of ghouls were piled into a mountain, and clockwork warriors and steam-powered mechs continued to throw the scattered limbs onto the pile.

They were just waiting for Seven Rivers to put on his red robe and then burn it all down.

The Mist Marsh had shrunk considerably, and through the clouds, one could vaguely see the Eternal Night and the Demon King's City to the south; Seven Rivers was gratified that he was finally about to complete the preliminary preparations for attacking the Demon King's City, and that he would soon see the three Demon Spawn who had fled back into the city.

"Reduced a lot. In the past three days, there have only been 7 Greed Fly alerts triggered," the officer replied truthfully.

"Oogey Boogey is very weak... Someone is targeting the Red and White Plague. The Snow Country? Has the successor Pope Sistorum arrived in the Snow Country?"

Of course, Seven Rivers didn't know that the decrease in Greed Flies within the Papal States... was caused single-handedly by the Demon Spawn at the casino.

He subconsciously suspected that the Snow Country, unable to withstand the plague's invasion, was borrowing the power of the Holy City's successor Pope Sistorum to contain the plague throughout the continent.

Very slow, the light in the mirror is to see.

The male magician changed his posture, as if eating a cloud, smacking his lips, feeling somewhat full.

...

"The path of the Red Robe Priest is really convenient..."

The Render River showed no signs of being blocked, and corpses were piled up everywhere, with no time to clean them up.

"Tilly! What do you want! Don't you know I'm busy!"

"I'm already coming over, why are you still stopping me? Wouldn't it be good to just wait there?"

Tyr swung his sword again, and the clockwork warriors leaped up in unison.

"Demons have teleported to Low Mountain and are flying north, speculating that their target is the Snow Country?"

Seven Rivers refocused his gaze on the vaguely visible Demon King's City to the south.

With a command from Tyr, the clockwork warriors quickly arranged and combined the light outside their own mirrors, recording the same message.

The alarm grid left in the Papal States quickly announced the bone chariot's whereabouts to the northern front.

But with the help of the masks, their internal organs and intestines rearranged, they crouched down and stood up, spitting out various colors of thick liquid from the masks, blasting the nearest clockwork warriors.

But then, he had another cloud in his hand.

"What was that just now?"

A cloud fell under the light sword warrior Tyr's head, but Tyr ignored it.

The pilot didn't even understand what had happened.

Crushing the cloud in his hand, the male magician wanted to doze off in the clouds—after all, he had been waiting here for a long time, and even after eating more mental power potions and replenishing more magic stones, his mind was still tired.

"Some kind of warning magic targeting teleportation."

As if feeling a little sleepy, the male magician drank a tube of magic potion and took out a Supreme Magic Stone, placing it in the mechanical slot behind him to maintain the balloon's altitude.

The only comforting news for the male magician was that the main force of the expeditionary army's Seventh Army was still entangled with the Snow Country's Knights, and Fentus could not break free, nor had he arrived at the border.

"His guess is very close to the truth," Shadow commented, "It's likely that Reed Cote is using us to spread some kind of distorted belief."

Otherwise, it would be even more troublesome.

The torch was hanging diagonally above the bone ship, never changing its position.

But Li Yue thought too much.

Tyr flicked his wrist, and the light sword fragmented into countless tiny light thorns, shattering all the masks on the plain.

"Forget it, it's not important. Wherever I pass, I've laid down teleportation alarms. Even if there are fewer flies, they'll be detected immediately."

[Little kitty, be good...]

He swung his sword horizontally, and the clockwork warriors folded their upper bodies to their feet, dodging the sword very tacitly.

"Those bones and shadows are heading north?!"

Li Yue, with a torch on his head, was in a good mood—at this rate, as long as he flew north for another day, he would definitely reach the border of the Snow Country and encounter the Greed Flies.

"Are we really the Bone Chariot Sect? Why don't I know?"

Most of the mask was cut off, and only a small number of tall ones escaped, leaving only human heads wearing masks, rolling around on the ground.

When leaving, Li Yue even heard some very inexplicable information.

"That Demon Spawn is here again? What's going on? Is he cooperating with the Red and White Plague? Or is he trying to rescue Fentus?"

"That Masked Society has been wiped out! Quickly contact the Archmage! Tell him to send me to the Render River!"

"If only I had learned sky magic or light magic..." the male magician complained, "The traditional path of the hero is easier. Just open light screens everywhere. There's no need to be out here in the wind and rain..."

In the north, there were still hordes of refugees mixed with demons, launching an endless charge towards the borders of the Tas Empire.

"Subordinate doesn't know," the officer naturally didn't have this information.

Fortunately, the speed of the Ideal Nation was fast enough, stirring up the reconnaissance plane when it flew past, causing it to become chaotic in the air and almost crash directly.

"We're being ambushed?"

Tyr suddenly raised his light sword high, and the light became even more dazzling and radiant, and the range also rapidly expanded.

A light curtain in the sky began to slowly open.

The male magician didn't quite agree with the content of the message and didn't plan to move.

"I heard it, that's the alarm they use to warn of Greed Flies." When he left the mountain, Li Yue had vaguely heard the inner voices of the imperial army stationed at Low Mountain, and only then did he know the whole story.

In the clouds, a male magician with a balloon hanging on his back looked impatient and didn't quite understand the meaning of the message.

"Someone witnessed... the demon flying north is the Bone Chariot Sect... and wants me to stop them?"

"That Tyr finally has something to do..."

Li Yue joked, increasingly feeling that this distorted belief was related to his experience in Red Oil Town.

As a result, he immediately discovered Li Yue, who had teleported over.

"What? Bone Chariot Sect?"

"That's the Masked Society! Can't be left alive!"

The male magician pinched a cloud, sent it to the south, and summoned the light sword warrior who also had some obsession with skeletons.

After passing only two more towns, Li Yue encountered eight teams of clockwork warriors and a reconnaissance plane.

On the plain, hundreds of people wearing masks were cut in half at the waist.

The male magician's expression tightened, remembering the bones he had met twice before, and his whole person became more energetic.

Just now, the moment Li Yue landed on Low Mountain, the sirens wailed, and he had to immediately board the bone ship and trigger it at full speed.

The Ideal Nation was like a stationary object chasing the sun, and the scenery beside it was constantly moving backwards.

Above the clouds was the border between the Tas Empire and the Snow Country.

Oogey Boogey summoned Greed Flies everywhere outside the casino, and humans also responded to this.

Among them, there were many people infected with the Red and White Plague, and there were many demons mixed in, trying to escape back to the south.

"As long as we destroy that city, there will be no more plague."

[Bone Chariot Sect? Aren't they in the southwest? How did they get here...]