I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

In the sandstorm, another locust crawled close to the ground, gnawing on a blade of grass, until it reached the old goat's hoof.

The locust looked at the old goat with a puzzled expression.

“It's nothing, just a batch of believers who died in the arena. It won't affect our grand plan, baa,” the old goat chewed on the grass, looking down at the locust.

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The locust remained motionless.

“Moreover, the arena is producing a new wave of slaughter desire. We just need to wait for the vault to send it over, and the ritual can begin…” As the master of authority of the Grand Altar, the old goat presides over various rituals, so of course, it needs slaughter desire.

Now that Damon Benben has killed a group of believers, the old goat can take the opportunity to ask for more.

The locust's wings fluttered.

“You're asking me? The believers died there, so of course, I won't let the King of the Arena have an easy time, baa…”

The locust began to struggle, its head shaking rapidly, and then finally a small crown grew on top of its head, and three layers of golden necklaces were placed around its neck, and it spoke in human language.

“The new King of the Arena is so capable, yet you want to plot against him?” The locust's tone was very arrogant.

“Nier… you humans should mind your own business when it comes to demons.” Although the old goat maintained a cooperative relationship with the Locust King, it didn't have any extra feelings for him.

“What we need is the output of the arena, not the King of the Arena, baa…”

“These three sons of the devil killed Oogey Boogey, and then so quickly re-established the order of the arena…”

“One of my bishops seems to have some relationship with them…”

“Their growth is very fast…”

“They are very noticeable…”

The old goat muttered to itself.

“What are the gods reminding me of?”

“They might dabble in faith.”

“I will never allow that to happen.”

“Are you talking about that, the Bone Cart Church?” The locust had a look of disgust on its face, “Heh, a bunch of bone scraps…”

The Locust King simply couldn't stand this emerging sect that originated in the lost territory of the Holy See.

Even though this sect has spread among the sand people and has repeatedly escaped the suppression of the chieftain's soldiers.

“Matters of faith are not within your jurisdiction either.” The old goat finally looked directly at the locust at its feet again, “We must ignite the flames of war within the empire when Tars attacks the Demon King's city…”

“Otherwise, you will have no chance to collect the authority of 'humans,' and it will be impossible for you to become the King of Humans.” The old goat's alliance with Nier is, of course, also based on war.

“I have already controlled 60% of the people of the Sand Kingdom, and they are all looking forward to a new faith; famine will also spread from the south and the north to the empire, soon, the war will be soon, and it will be very happy…” The locust stood up, holding the grass, like a king.

“But Torsos has already received the support of the imperial army, hunting for the head of the successor Pope Sixtolemus… It won't be too long, it really won't be too long.” The old goat reminded the locust, “When exactly will you put pressure on the imperial royal family? I need to set up an altar in the Drizzle Corridor.”

“The royal family? What royal family? Does the empire still have a royal family?” Nier was touched on a sensitive nerve, “I am the only king…”

The old goat looked at the locust on the grass showing off its power like it was an idiot.

“When the famine begins, when the war begins, Tars' grandchildren will feel the pressure, feel the despair.” Nier climbed to the tip of the grass, looking north.

For Nier, that was a land waiting to be devoured.

“You just need to guarantee our food.”

Without a doubt, the food that the old goat can ruminate must be the food of faith.

“If you have time to set up another ritual in the arena, you might as well go to the Drizzle Corridor now.” Nier urged the old goat, “The new war is incomparably magnificent.”

“The ritual in the arena must continue, and it must continue.” The old goat did not let go of the arena.

“However… I will send this sandstorm to you, please devour the land of the empire.” The old goat approved of the locust's words, and spat out a short blade of grass from its mouth, which was still stained with white pulp.

The locust held the grass in its hand, like a musician holding a baton, and waved it to the north.

The sandstorm swept away along the route planned by the baton, each grain of sand turning into a locust, and the destination was the granary of the Tars Empire.

“The empire will definitely not be happy… Their army and nobles will definitely not be happy either…” Nier admired the traces of the sandstorm leaving, and when it raised its head, it found that the old goat had already stepped on the sandstorm and disappeared to the north, in the direction of the Drizzle Corridor.

And the imperial army in the old Holy See territory is gathering by train towards the Demon King's city.

The swamp has been filled by the Seven Rivers and the vanguard, and simple railways have been laid to the edge of the eternal night; Cleftgold Mountain and Belt River have become new bases for the empire, connecting points into lines, connecting the sky routes.

Airplanes are ready to take off and land at any time, pushing the flames of war back to the gathering place of the demons—the Demon King's city.

The war between the empire and the demons is about to break out.

But at this moment, Qi He was not in the garrison camp.

He stood on a cliff outside the Forbidden Forest, quietly looking at the Demon King's city, which was brightly lit and lively not long ago.

Standing beside Qi He was the unlucky quartermaster from the Battle of Cleftgold Mountain.

In order to punish him for his "poor communication" with Qi He, the general specially arranged for him to follow Qi He and become a messenger between the imperial army and this Archmage.

This is, of course, completely unnecessary.

The quartermaster also knew that he was the general's eyeball inserted next to Qi He, so after seeing Qi He's eyes flashing with fire just now, and the red color on his robe disappearing for a moment, he asked with a stiff head.

“Please forgive my presumptuousness, where did you just go?”

The quartermaster doesn't understand magic, but he understands Qi He.

He must have entered the city.

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“You clearly know the answer, why do you still ask?” Qi He's eyes were still firmly locked on the dark city.

“I need to record the progress of the war at all times…” The quartermaster took out his notebook and gestured to Qi He.

Qi He didn't answer the quartermaster's question, so the quartermaster could only write nonsense.

Something like "It is speculated that he entered the Demon King's city."

“Have you ever seen this?” While the quartermaster was writing, Qi He suddenly took out a piece of white bone from his shadow.

An aberrant eye was embedded in the bone.

It's just that the eyeball seems to be sleeping, its pupils are dilated and not focused.

It is precisely the broadcasting bone card made by the arena—0, the version without the mimicry embedded.

This is what Qi He picked up from the stands with a fire in the moment he entered the city.

“Oh, let me ask…” The quartermaster went around to the other side of Qi He, avoiding the range of the eyeball's gaze.

“No need to ask, you will see it soon, the demon's trick…” Qi He played with the bone card, seeming to have the urge to crush it, but he held back.

“This thing will soon spread to all parts of the empire like an infectious disease…” Combining what he had just seen in the arena, Qi He thought of what the Clive's had done, and naturally he could guess what potential this small bone card had.

The quartermaster hurriedly recorded and sent a message to the general.

“How many more days will the army be ready?” Qi He asked.

“Supplies and ammunition are on the way… Magic cannons are being set up… It is estimated that it will take three more days.” This is the quartermaster's strength, and he quickly gave an almost factual answer.

“Too slow.” Qi He shook his head, and suddenly a black shadow walked down from his robe and sneaked into the eternal night.

“What is this…” The quartermaster was stunned and quickly recorded in his notebook.

“I'm going to sign up… My war has already begun.” Qi He, with only six colors left on his robe, stood on the cliff, like a tree, and like a sword.

“The war is about to begin~”

“What?! Again?!”

“Let's revel! This New Year, let us indulge in joy~”

The music of the demon ball never stopped, and Bao'er sat in the upper box, hugging Don Giovanni tightly.