I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“Curious about what?”

Li Yue didn't rush to act but began pouring Self-Healing Bones, Magic Wolf Fangs, Tentacles, Mutant Eyes… from the shadows into the ground.

Having fought until now, Little Wolf has fled back to his father, and Gambel and the Skeleton Second Generation have become the killing desire within the twin swords… No matter how we take down the Nocturnal Sect and Tyr next, we must start considering how to kill Oogie Boogie.

Li Yue was setting up a battlefield advantageous to himself.

“You solved the plague.”

Tyr's expression was somewhat constipated, probably because he was struggling to resist the Nocturnal Sect's tearing at him.

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“You don't need to take it to heart; I didn't do it on purpose.” Li Yue spread his hands.

The black lake churned underfoot—the tentacles and such were stuffed in a bit too hastily, almost pushing the main body out.

“You killed Tilly.” A trace of sadness emerged in Tyr's serious expression.

“The killing was a bit rash; there should have been a better way.” Li Yue shook his head, thinking that if he still had the Thorns of Decay and the Library still had magic, he wouldn't have to go to so much trouble throwing things into the ground.

Li Yue was too lazy to answer.

“And if you had used ‘that’ to kill him…” Tyr nodded toward the other face, indicating that the clockwork box was something extraordinary, “With his creation abilities, it could trigger an even greater disaster…”

Immediately afterward, it extinguished the light sphere in its palm, like a lamp suddenly going out, disappearing from the arena.

“The Nocturnal Sect's death is no pity; twisted faith will only bring disaster to the continent.” Tyr grimaced as the woman gnawed at him, but his expression was extremely resolute.

“So you're thinking…”

She brought me this from outside the portal.

Li Yue never thought that one day he would rely on verbal persuasion to talk an enemy to death.

The tentacles and eyeballs below began to spread near the stands, but the candlelight flickered there, without any real existence, more like fragmented space.

Then the Nocturnal Mother's body cracked inch by inch.

“You have no way to crack that ritual, nor can you kill him alone.” Tyr said something Fan Jing couldn't agree with more.

“Okay, thank you.” Li Yue didn't know what to say.

He felt that the clockwork box was always surrounded by a bit of light mist, flowing within a certain range with the rotation of the gears.

But he only heard a name from the Demon Illustrated Handbook.

Then it was as if nothing had happened.

The clockwork box from Chaos.

It shouldn't be me, leading the Creation Department to develop magic-powered locomotives, magic cannons, brave hero modification technology, and also developing this clockwork box…

The King of the Arena is the main course this time; I can't let go of anything else.

Having witnessed Li Yue's Bone-Guided Cannon and Bone-0 Creation Armor, Tyr had new doubts.

From the feet, to the body, to the head… the hand of light forcibly kneaded the Nocturnal Mother into a colorful sphere of light, pinching it in its palm.

“If she were to master this kind of technology, the thing the director is most worried about might really happen…” Tyr said, and Li Yue hurriedly turned his attention to him.

“You damned devil, you really got lucky.” Tyr laughed heartily.

Li Yue realized that this hand of light belonged to the Great Magus of the Tas Empire whom he had not yet met, the Revealer of Light, Wright.

Eggshell was unscathed.

Li Yue only felt awesome—the arena's final ritual also couldn't control this hand, which left as soon as it wanted.

Tyr's inner voice gradually strengthened until death.

“Are you saying that if I die here, it's possible to kill a King of the Arena?” On Tyr's light face, there was a hint of nausea.

The inner and outer light and impurities mixed into a ball, but no diffusion occurred under the hand of light's manipulation.

The purity of the light was very low, vaguely revealing her aura. Li Yue had no confidence in snatching the clockwork box from Tyr's hand.

Li Yue was even more convinced that the owner of this hand of light was the Great Magus Wright of the Tas Empire.

The light face shattered into a soft hand of light.

This was definitely not the hand of a knight, but more like the hand of a mage.

“Everything I've done is to kill Oogie Boogie, the King of the Arena.” Tyr didn't seem to hear Li Yue's answer, but focused on reorganizing the thoughts that had been swirling in his mind.

Li Yue inexplicably recalled the pocket watch face he encountered in Chaos, as well as the figures he had seen on the Abaddon Coin and at the Feast.

【Listen to what I'm thinking, kill him! Snatch it!】

This light mist was extremely similar to what he had sensed in Chaos.

Eggshell completely didn't understand what Tyr was saying, urging Li Yue to act.

He vomited out a clockwork box.

Tyr's light face split into two, one biting the clockwork box, the other's gaze drifting toward the twin swords in the sky.

This feeling was very strange.

After all, he had been arguing with the portal for so long, saying things like “I can't die here,” and “the perfect opportunity,” and so on.

Fan Jing invited the King of the Arena to enter.

Moreover, rather than both sides suffering, it would be better to save the strength to deal with King Tyrgy.

The hand of light waved in mid-air, seemingly making a light joke with the Sons of the Devil.

Making Li Yue itch with anticipation.

I wonder what his relationship with Darkstar Society is?

Li Yue was preparing to take Eggshell back into the shadow space, but his movements were slower than the light—a point of light hit Eggshell.

【Listen to him.】

King Tyrgy's eye sockets were about to crack open.

“I want to become the new King of the Arena.” Tyr concluded.

“Then you commit suicide, and I'll save myself the trouble.” Li Yue had already vaguely sensed Tyr's determination to die.

The Director of the Creation Department of the Tas Empire.

Heaven knows how many times I've wanted to turn the souls of all the Nocturnal Sect's believers into killing desires and take them into my pocket.

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【Woodson…】

It was composed of the purest light, heavily drawn from the woman's pierced back, and then pinched the Nocturnal Mother's head.

“Come down, there are no spectators, what are you waiting for?”

The light spot scattered and disappeared.

Shadow's thoughts were consistent with Li Yue's.

“If he doesn't die, the plague will make a comeback, and Tilly will have died in vain…”

Regarding the understanding of rituals and magic, this hand was on par with Old Goat.

Then the light face began to shatter.

The muzzle was aimed directly at Fan Jing.

“But the problem is, if I perish together with those two, this one in the sky might not die.”

Moreover, Fan Jing hadn't even really moved his mouth.

Then it slightly deviated.

“I'm thinking of leaving the promotion final opportunity to you, so that you can kill King Tyrgy and become the new King of the Arena; and I can save the Empire ‘that’.” Tyr said his thoughts, swallowing the clockwork box back into his stomach.

Unfortunately, whether it was the structure or Eggshell's perception, it was impossible to know exactly what was hidden inside the clockwork box.

Tyr commits suicide.

The Nocturnal Mother's mouth was empty, the upper and lower jaws closed, and she didn't bite anything.

Aimed at Eggshell.

To be precise, it was aimed at Fan Jing's cerebral spirit body.