I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

"But why kill the City Defense Commander? I think these conditions are pretty good, heh..." Sell-sell chuckled.

"Of course you think they're good, you demon grub! Your rewards all come from me, and you want to take as much as you want, you demon grub!" Damon Benben cursed, "What value does anything have to the City Defense Commander? Maybe a pile of dog shit or a graveyard!"

"So, you want money?" Sell-sell pinched the pustule on his face, a sign he was pondering.

"Nonsense, don't you?" Damon Benben yanked on his chain. "My dad won't die anytime soon. If I want to get rid of him, I can only earn money."

"Originally, the arena could collect a certain amount of slaughter desire every month. Even if the stands didn't sell tickets at a high price, I would have accepted it. Anyway, I could still earn some from a gambling game with the Dice of Destiny later."

"And then, adding the profits from the City Defense War, my numbers could have been very considerable."

"But if this war is fought like this, am I supposed to earn a demon's fart?"

Damon Benben grumbled, swinging his chains like living snakes.

"Don't you know how to tamper with things? Now that the treasury is in your hands, so is the magic power. Places like the Forbidden Forest and the Underground City don't need magic power, right?" Sell-sell suggested to Damon Benben.

"You just need to borrow the magic power from these places, and keep tampering, multiplying, and self-healing. Why worry so much?"

"Once you know, you'll kill me after you earn that fortune, heh..." Sell-sell pulled down his scarf.

"Before that war, the enemies of the eight of us will only be fewer. By then, whether we are humans or demons, we will be your allies..."

And the terrain of the Surface City is constantly changing. Instead of directly running to the underground to search blindly, it's better to let the Dark Elves lead the way—they live in the Surface City and are good helpers for locating the Dwarf King's Palace.

The Abyssal Maw is gradually吞食ing the Surface City; this is almost common knowledge in Demon King City.

In Damon's plan, when A-City becomes a hammer that can be wielded freely, the worst thing to do is to put the Abyssal Maw at the very bottom—that way, even if some imperial soldiers aren't smashed to death, they will be surrounded by pure-blooded demons.

"Yes, you need them to trace it from the Surface City," Nolemore said, stating the specific requirements. "Trace its outline to make it easier for you to find..."

"That's important!" Black Silk Benben's chain strangled Sell-sell's throat, as if tying a scarf under his toad head.

"But this place... has already become a nest for Dusk Earthworms..." White Silk Ting looked embarrassed.

Damon was touched by distant memories, thinking the Copper Dwarves had really declined—after so long, even the palace is still buried.

"Just the 977th son of Memphistos... so insignificant..." Sell-sell muttered loudly.

"You can do it?!" White Silk Ting had never seen a Shadow Demon in her life. Although she had heard of Nolemore's demon name, she never thought that such a thing could be related to the shadow of the Abyssal Maw.

And the Dark Elves are close to dark elements. Damon wants to use this affinity to accomplish two things.

"If you kill me, who will fight the City Defense War, heh?"

"He got it wrong, right? You're asking him if he wants to kill the City Defense Commander!" Black Silk Benben put away the ring and shouted.

"I tamper? When am I supposed to tamper? Until you become a cripple? Magic power is useless, but can it keep you from dying?" Black Silk Benben was very angry. "If the City Defense War isn't won, and the imperial soldiers retreat, will you wait for death?"

"Do you have the strength? You know we are spirit-type demons..." The Sack Demon, White Silk Ting, fell silent after meeting, and hurriedly explained.

"You'll kill us..."

The first thing is certainly not Nolemore's next promotion. The seventh thing is to make the hammer face well after the 'hammer' is made.

However, compared to the reopening of the arena, this news is nothing major—the Surface City doesn't have a stable master of authority to protect it, so all demons tacitly allow the Abyssal Maw to develop towards the Surface City.

"Even if I'm killed by a Great Magus, I'll be beaten to death by my dad." Black Silk Benben trembled at the thought of Black Silk Kirk. "Damn it, that old iron chain, could it be that he knows the imperial soldiers will retreat to the treasury and wants to use me as cannon fodder?"

【Nolemore, my lord... I am willing to serve...】

The Great Demon Secretary and the Demon Merchant also have hope for the future.

"Treasury? Abyssal Maw? Throne Room?"

But Shadow understands your meaning.

Even a mosquito has meat. Instead of spending slaughter desire to let A-City find it, it's better to use the readily available Dark Elves.

Tear off the shadow of the Abyssal Maw infiltrating the Surface City.

The Giant God Soldier is connected to the throne of the Copper Dwarf King. If you want to dig it out, you must find the Dwarf King's Palace again.

"You can understand it as trying to control the dark elements of the Surface City as much as possible to cooperate with you," Nolemore wrote in the Dark Elf's eyes. "When I'm done deconstructing it, I'll tear it off."

"The palace of the Copper Dwarves, do you know it?" Shadow asked.

This is the first time Black Silk Benben has independently operated the treasury, so excessive thinking is normal.

"Bite your demon's ass, I didn't say I want to kill you now." Black Silk Benben swung his chain. "How come you merchants don't have any foresight?"

This idea made White Silk Ting extremely terrified.

Gu Qian's request to you is...

"But now... it's really not a good time to kill me, heh..." Sell-sell pinched his pustule.

"I understand, heh... He needs a more efficient magic power recovery ability." Sell-sell handed Black Silk Benben a ring, the same one he used to suppress Bosh's injuries. "With this, you can heal yourself better."

"If you do that, we'll be killed by the pure-blooded demons!" In the Bone Chamber reception room of the arena, the Dark Elf White Silk Ting waved her slender fingers, her face full of disapproval.

"Aren't the numbers all tampered with by you Demon Secretaries..."

"I dared to kill Memphistos's son during the closed war training. Now the King of the Arena and the City Defense Commander dare to declare war on the humans of the entire continent... What's next? Kill the Demon King?" Black Silk Benben spoke righteously.

It's better to explain it this way.

Currently, the Abyssal Maw's intrusion into the Surface City is like a protruding white pimple; Damon wants to use the Dark Elves' dark element affinity to tear out the tissue outside the head of the pimple and place it under A-City's butt.

Equivalent to the Abyssal Maw being forced to participate in the war and becoming a source of soldiers.

"The Copper Dwarves? That collapsed one? The one buried in the soil?" White Silk Ting was at a loss, her eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Just treat it as a deposit for our cooperation, heh..." Sell-sell still wanted to keep the generous conditions Damon offered, self-extracting war rewards from the treasury.

White Silk Ting's heart became respectful.

"It's good that you said that..." Black Silk Benben released the chain and began discussing the specific details of the cooperation with the Demon Merchant, including the scope of extraction, types of rewards, and so on.

"If we can tear the dark elements away from the Abyssal Maw, then the current City Defense Commander should be you..."

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