I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

"Into your hands? The deaths of Tyr and Tilly only bought such a small amount of twisted faith, and now you want me to hand it over to you?"

"Torsos... your path as a hunter has been too easy, hasn't it?"

Grand Magus Wright looked very young, his hair the color of holy light, lightly resting on his nose.

Wright held a ball of light mixed with impurities, which was the Mother of No Night taken away during the final ritual at the Colosseum.

Sitting opposite Wright was an old man with a face full of ravines.

His nose was high and his eyes gleamed with ambition.

"How could it be as easy as you? Wright Alexander, the empire's heir, the youngest ninth-tier Grand Magus in history." Torsos countered Wright's question.

Wright's surname explained everything.

"Jealous? Want to change your surname? I don't have any offspring yet." Wright's smile was as warm as the sun, but could become blinding at any moment.

"Don't forget, I'm still on the 'Spreader' path." Torsos didn't dwell too much on the surname issue, "Only I can use the No Night Sect in this state..."

"See you then... New King of the Colosseum... Come and see you..."

"He must find a way." O'Keeffe was very insistent.

"Great Heart Demon Pope, and the Bone Tree." Before leaving, O'Keeffe reminded Wright, and also reminded himself.

Immediately afterward, a lazy voice inexplicably sounded.

And in the midst of the buzzing, the rotation of the candlelight intensified, expanding and shrinking, completely enveloping Sith's body.

"Heh, a guy with an egg." Shadow sneered.

"Don't forget, there's still Leehye Torsos." O'Keeffe seemed to deepen the harm with words, and wasn't satisfied with just a big ball of light.

"Damn, he convinced you, give it to him." Wright reached out, this time not to play with it, but to hand the ball of light to O'Keeffe.

"Damn it, where is this?" Leaving the shadow body, Sith wasn't quite used to the brain spirit's sensitivity to light.

"Then you should understand the necessity of increasing faith for me even more." Torsos didn't back down, "My new religion is the last hope for absorbing the old religion, and also the worst means."

"Colosseum, duh! Underground!" Egg volunteered to turn on the radar, giving a precise location.

Demon King summons.

The deconstruction of the shadow body and the perception of the brain spirit complemented each other, that battle came up with the soul returning, whether it was clear or bad.

"Sith Torgi died, what did he drop?" Egg hopped, following Sith's pace.

But every time the ball of light touched O'Keeffe's face, it would disappear, and then inexplicably bounce back into Wright's hand.

There was a buzzing at the end of the tone, scaring Shadow and Egg, almost making them think Sith Torgi had come back to life.

"I don't know where the Old Goat is, the High Tower will pay attention to him."

Sith couldn't forget that voice, and the owner of that voice.

"His jokes should stop." Although O'Keeffe said that, he didn't seem angry, and had no right to be angry.

"Are you saying, like catching a chicken, to bring Leehye Torsos back to the empire, and then put him on a plate and give him to you?" Wright spread out his palm, the Mother of No Night twirling around his thumb and forefinger, the other half of his palm seeming to be missing a Leehye Torsos.

"Didn't say him." Sith strode forward.

"That's good..." O'Keeffe was finally satisfied.

"Leehye Torsos... The Holy Path Army will soon be fully armed, our Holy Knight Wallace must be looking forward to seeing the successor Pope again."

"He is going to become the new King of the Colosseum." Nora More sent congratulations.

"Just like you said, your path as a hunter is too simple..."

"I think they would be very willing to attack the Snow Country." Bian Shengqing began to offer Wright ideas.

"Then are you satisfied now?" Wright sat back, his fingers tapping on the mechanism box on the table.

"What other sects are you burdened with? The Veiled Ones? The Bone Carriage Sect? The Subhuman Gods? In my opinion, what is different about your new religion from them."

"Royal Guards? The great families?" Wright couldn't hold back his smile, as if he had heard the best joke.

"You can be it! The iron law of the Demon King's City is still there, if the power is concentrated on you, then the actions of the two of them will be more convenient..."

"Don't make trouble, this is a power handover..." Although Sith also felt that something should be done to celebrate, but sensing that the rotation of the candlelight was becoming more intense, he decided to put the celebration before the ceremony.

"Perhaps the Creation Sect in Godsworn City can also turn the No Night Sect into a small army?"

"Sound of Greed, duh..." Bian Shengqing was in a good mood, and also spoke in the skull's way, "It's a kind of 'sound' that can be consumed, basically equal to 'betting', which can increase our earnings, oom..."

"The Red and White Plague has dissipated, the Gamble family is dead, the great families are busy cleaning up Gamble's business, how would they have time to help him 'welcome back' the successor Pope?"

The eight demon sons were shrinking in the stone room where Sith Torgi was hiding. In the stone room, candlelight was circling around Sith, as if performing some kind of recognition ceremony.

"Alright, the empire's promising new religion spokesperson, our spreader, O'Keeffe..." Wright smiled helplessly.

"Let him say what he wants." O'Keeffe didn't acknowledge Wright's metaphor.

"No, not just you, but also the one running north, the successor Pope of the Holy City, Sith Torrem." Wright was certainly not as easily fooled as he looked.

"Comfortable, right? Then let's merge?" Shadow proposed a new suggestion, previously condensing into the appearance of Harrods, Bao'er, Don Giovanni, and Jesse.

Bian Shengqing was not polite, and didn't hide the ambition in his eyes—he snatched the ball of light and stuffed it into his hunter's pouch.

"If he hands them over to you, perhaps he will quickly lose them." O'Keeffe was referring to the No Night Sect and Leehye Bian Shengqing.

"Hmm? I thought the Spreader wouldn't speak so dogmatically..." Wright played with the ball of light in his hand, "Within the scope of the old Holy See, even within the scope of the empire, all kinds of new religions are emerging, this is the No Night Sect..."

"Will you dispatch troops? We need troops, preferably the Royal Guards, or the private armies of the great families..."

The Mother of No Night certainly didn't expect that one day she would be manipulated by a Great Magus like this.

Wright chanted the names of various sects while spinning the ball of light, tossing it repeatedly towards O'Keeffe's face.

"Yeah, I'm here, duh!" Egg jumped up, enjoying Van Helsing's service together.

Wright smiled, listening.

It can be Shadow, it can be Egg, as long as it's not Sith Torgi.

"It's just a pity that his body is gone, I don't know what to do with the following 'deconstruction'..." This was what Bian Shengqing felt was a pity.

"We can openly dispatch troops to 'welcome back' the successor Pope."

As he spoke, Sith consumed a little bit of good intentions, exchanged for the Sound of Greed, and directly used it on the ongoing ceremony, and the sound also changed a bit.

Sith really didn't care who became the new King of the Colosseum.

"My new religion is the modification of the teachings of the old Holy City, only Leehye Torsos can be compared to me."

"The Red and White Plague has dissipated, the border will soon be opened." O'Keeffe continued to persuade, "There are still people who doubt the Holy City, the Holy Light... Now is the best time."

"The Demon Pope must also be eyeing Bian Shengqing and the No Night Sect, and the Bone Tree growing on the border, the Bone Tree that once appeared at the feast..."

"We've already suffered enough." Sith spread his hands, "Now it's time to enjoy..."

"Don't think I don't know what you've been doing lately, the order to hunt down Sith Torrem was still issued by me to Tyr and them..."

"He should be careful, Sith Torgi said... the King of the Colosseum will suffer."

"As for the Bone Tree and that demon son... wherever there is light, we will see them." Wright made a gun gesture, firing a few points of light at O'Keeffe's departing back.