I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Li Yue knew their origins from the family crest on their flags.

Of course, the gladiators of the five groups were also very recognizable.

Unlike Jesse, who was fighting alone, the five great families each sent out what was essentially a knightly order.

The Clive family alone had hundreds of people entering—some of whom were slaves.

The slaves climbed all over the wheels and spiked protrusions of the carriages, their hands and feet intertwined and bound together, becoming mounts for the gladiators on board; the gladiators, in turn, brandished long whips, constantly unleashing their fury on the slaves, the resulting wails sounding like some kind of chant.

With each lash, the slaves' bodies swelled, becoming more robust and powerful, the carriages speeding up, the spiked wheels spinning rapidly, churning the demons and heretics outside the formation into bloody streaks on the barren earth.

【Man is everything…】

The Clive family members on the carriages heard the family motto in their minds, and they wielded their whips even more fiercely.

Li Yue inexplicably recalled the arena gladiator, the slave owner, who had once tracked him to the library.

The Meddy family, on the other hand, was lined up neatly in two rows like a choir, each gladiator holding a slate horn…

The entire array of the Sweet family was enveloped in black liquid, which, in Garna's opinion, looked a bit like the Flow Curse, and was not much different from the Flow Curse. Any demon or heretic who tasted the white liquid would show an expression of intoxication, joy, or bitterness, and then some would commit suicide, some would swell, some would go mad, and some would become distorted.

It was just like when Jesse made his vow.

The audience's emotions needed to be stirred up, and Zhong Ai naturally took advantage of the situation to further increase the income from the desire for slaughter.

It seemed that the debts of every soul in the arena were clearly displayed before Coin's eyes, and they were exchanged and accumulated, with coins measuring the course of the entire battle.

【A hundred flavors of life…】

【Everyone has debts…】

As the only king of the Sand Kingdom, the master of the authority of "humanity," Nier would certainly not let go of such an opportunity to strike at the Empire—the crown-wearing locusts rushed into the sea of fire at the first moment, rushing into the lightning of carriages, gunfire, and horns.

Ever since the eight great families descended to participate in the battle, and the seven great heretics stirred up the north, Zhong Ai had been shrinking beside Ah Ka, accompanying him to eat this and that, casually explaining, and not personally participating in the battle, or even provoking the giant leviathans in the distance.

Garna first narrated from the perspective of the demons.

During the entanglement of the seven great heretics, a faint ray of light, pure white light, leaked from the rhombus in the sky.

"There is the New Church here! There are creations of Providence! There is an invincible army! Here is humanity's last harbor…" Garna vigorously praised the Empire.

But this time, the way of dividing was slightly different. In addition to the position of the vow, a rhombus was also faintly vacant in the sky.

The Green Lake, which carries the sect, rippled in layers, gradually eroding the garden of the Seven Seasons Church; there was also a familiar face in the garden, the man who looked like a coconut, Gobla Min, constantly picking up lake water in the wind to irrigate the divine tree in the garden.

Even though they didn't look too much like humans.

Anyway, they were all a mess of faith…

Ying'er's shadow swelled, suffocating; Kakalot hammered his chest outside the shadow space, loudly asking to fight.

The battlefield became chaotic, and Garna didn't need to do much more.

The texture of that light was very familiar, a bit like the No Night Church?

The Coin family shook the coins in their hands, constantly throwing them to the demons and heretics who came and went, buying their lives, and quickly expanding the entire legion.

When the horns were sounded by the Meddy, any demon with ears covered their heads with their hands, kneeling on the ground, welcoming the nobles of the Empire.

With Jesse's fiery wings swirling, the seven great families quickly occupied the center of the arena, crushing towards the distant base.

The sound of Meddy's horns was uniform, pouring out lightning from it, splitting the demons into flesh and blood.

Accompanying the entanglement of the sea of fire and the yellow clouds, some divisions faintly occurred in the sky.

"We are humanity's last hope! If you don't want to become a heretic carrying demons, don't want to become a Flow Curse living on body fluids, and don't want to become a refugee who has to experience the seven seasons every day… then join the Empire!"

The moon in the sky was a scarlet color.

Garna carefully observed the Flow Curse and the Masked Society, trying to analyze the intentions of the Old Mountain Goat from their movements.

Especially when they heard the voice of Gamma, who had written the epic, they watched even more intently.

The Flow Curse rolled around the Green Lake, trying to absorb the Green Lake into the fluid, or inject the fluid into the Green Lake; the Masked Society disintegrated into parts, constantly changing the masks on their faces, blending into the Green Lake, the garden, and even the eight great families of the Empire.

This was a collision belonging to giant objects.

Those guns and cannons had all been mounted on clockwork warriors, steam engine soldiers, and other creations. When taken out alone, they were perfectly utilized and connected by the gunmen, weaving a firepower net that was almost inferior to bone-guided cannons.

"Next to enter… are the eight great families of the Tass Empire, Kingston, Meddy, Zhong Ai…" Garna controlled his ventriloquism, using Gamma's voice to introduce the origins of the eight great families, becoming the host.

The red of the moon became even more intense.

Garna initially thought that Light was going to participate in the battle in some way, but later found that it was not right.

Remember it was taken away by Light…

"Oh, it seems that the locusts disagree…" Along with Garna's introduction, the sandstorm and locusts quickly focused their attention on the center of the arena, and the yellow clouds in the south flowed towards the center.

"Does the Empire want to annihilate the demons completely under the Hundred-Year Slaughter Cup? Want to fulfill Jesse's wish and directly annihilate Demon King City? Are there no demons who can stop our footsteps?"

【Words like thunder…】

Then the conversation changed.

The invisible Zhong Ai leaped into mid-air, opening his chest.

【Come on!】

【Infallible…】

Wasn't the No Night Church destroyed in Oogie Boogie's final ritual?

Intentionally or unintentionally, the gladiators of the seven great families often spread their flags on the ground, or turned their family crests to the sky, as if to show them to someone in the world.

Jesse also did not welcome Nier, using the hottest flames and the most polished mirrors to entertain the Locust King.

The last Li Yue and the Coin family were relatively close to Providence. Li Yue was a group of gunmen, backed by a mountain-like armory, constantly taking out all kinds of guns and cannons from it…

The Locust King Nier finally came to the arena in person.

Li Yue's were indeed very accurate.

It was a good opportunity to take advantage of Lao Lu and Wang Mu not being here yet to farm good intentions.

Garna changed to speaking in the tone of an Empire supporter.

At this rate, the desire for slaughter must be massive, and the next thing to watch is the output of good intentions.

Above the rhombus-shaped empty sky, at the northern end of the arena, the Flow Curse, the Sect of Bearing, the Masked Society, and the Seven Seasons Church were entangled.

Suddenly, eight new groups of heretics appeared out of thin air in the arena.

Although I haven't seen the traces of the Big Wolf and the Ranger yet, those who should come have come almost, and Kakalot has basically recovered…

This was the most powerful force of the Providence Empire.

Those two heretics were both smaller versions of the Great Altar, and the Bone Carriage Church hadn't participated in this round of the Slaughter Cup, so if the Old Mountain Goat didn't make any moves in this battle, the Flow Curse and the Masked Society would definitely contribute.

Even if the No Night Church were to revive now, Garna wouldn't feel surprised.

Garna was lost in thought.