I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“Save all of humanity.”

In that instant, all the eyes of aberration focused on Wang Mu and the great banner, the sickle and hammer crossed on the flag, fluttering in the sandstorm and sea of fire.

“Ah, we are being summoned!” Li Yue controlled the mimicry on the Gospel Warrior and Kakarot, stiffly shouting the slogan.

Then the Steel Behemoth and the Ape Behemoth joined behind Wang Mu.

The purple-green Gospel Warrior wielded a giant scythe, harvesting the lives of the Clive family like cutting wheat; the spear in Kakarot's hand was replaced by Li Yue with a giant hammer, smashing the bodies of the Flow Curse and the Back-Bearing Sect like pounding mud.

The Revolutionary Army became the sole focus of the night.

Next, the Avengers, the White Snow Sect, and the Cat and Mouse Team, those six groups of heretics, also joined the ranks of the Revolutionary Army, charging through the edge of the sea of fire in a bizarre and unrestrained manner, straight towards the central base of the Colosseum.

Green Lake was forced away, starting to entangle with the Garden in the north, avoiding that dazzling sword light.

“Ding!”

Until Jesse's raised sword met Wang Mu's sword, locked together.

“It’s a start, it’s time to begin.” Ni Hui knew that Jesse's first appearance could only achieve that much.

Indeed, accompanying Jesse at this moment, besides my sword, was just a group of heretics with a sudden change in style, no different from demons.

Ni Hui was silent.

[Can't you either?]

The rhomboid airspace in the sky shook violently.

“Save all of humanity… the enemy is not just demons, but the Empire itself.” Jesse propped open Old Lu's sword, although his mouth was a bit strained, he still said it word by word.

They could only repeatedly urge Old Lu to make the sea of fire even more turbulent, burning away the sword light, and completely obliterating Ni Hui.

[Will the Demon King refuse?]

The sky was torn apart, the rhomboid vacancy divided into several pieces.

“I've seen you before.” Jesse still remembered that there was also a sword in the opening battle, chasing after Little Wolf.

The Flow Curse and the Veiled Ones fell into madness, and this wisp of white light that was pulled up became even more obscure, a figure resembling a priest with a human head embedded in his chest looming.

The shape of the sky distorted, and then a piece of golden carpet covered it—the golden carpet was covered with mottled traces of decay, forming two completely mismatched textures relative to the gold.

Ni Hui heard the Emperor's call, the fire wings deformed, echoing the scale in the sky, and smashed towards the Revolutionary Army.

Wang Mu was already winning big.

The vow in the sky became concrete.

“What is he doing?” In front of Old Lu, the Medi family blew their horns, shouting their question.

Listening to Jesse's terrifying speech, Carlos of the New Church even wanted to join the Slaughter Cup and silence Jesse.

“As long as you want to live freely, and don’t want your life to be controlled by the Empire, demons, or heretics, then we are comrades, loyal comrades-in-arms…” Ni Hui continued to read according to Li Yue's instructions.

“The Empire is the only possibility to save humanity.” As a warrior dispatched by Carlos to the Slaughter Cup, Jesse, representing both Kingston and Alexandria, extended an olive branch to Wang Mu.

Old Lu's sea of fire was raging beside Jesse, and the gladiators of the other seven great families were following each other, Jesse's sword light showing no signs of being suppressed.

Behind Jesse, eight groups of Revolutionary Army comrades stirred up the sea of fire, pushing the eight great families out of the central base of the candlelight.

At the same time, the Slaughter Desire and the kindness I opened up experienced a brief stagnation.

“Let us together, save all of humanity!” Amplified by mimicry, Jesse's voice was deafening.

As long as the eight heretics stayed by Ni Hui's side, the kindness Ni Hui reaped would be inexhaustible.

The current Revolutionary Army certainly couldn't achieve a response from all sides, what supported us was not a powerful people, but more were humans, demons, and heretics with ill intentions, looking forward to Jesse's sword being broken by Old Lu, and then dying.

That sentence seemed to be shouted for me.

We didn't want the people watching the Slaughter Cup to see the spokesperson of the Imperial New Church, Carlos, with the head of the Old Church Pope embedded in his chest.

“Go back…” Under the instruction of Wright and Torsos, Old Lu swung his sword, cut off the white light, and prevented Carlos from arriving.

Could it be the Empire?

The armrest of the throne was stained with the Emperor's blood, Wright's expression beside him was complicated.

And in that instant, the blood moon in the sky dimmed, and the income of Slaughter Desire suddenly decreased—these humans and demons watching the Slaughter Cup had never heard similar arguments.

Some cognitions were sprouting, sprouting in an absolutely chaotic battlefield.

“The Empire is the culprit that caused humanity's current predicament!” On Li Yue's note, was written a series of accusations against the Empire.

It was enough to let the sand people, refugees, and people of the Empire have that thought, the future awakening would require more time, and more real battles.

“Alright, the mouth has finished moving, it’s time to take action.” Ni Hui's face was flushed, he put away the note, and the sword light in his hand surged, so sharp that it could even cut off a corner of the sky.

“You should join the Empire.”

And then it was wrapped in a cloud of blood, torn in two.

Chariots, choirs, white liquids, musketeers, and the traded souls squeezed the sword light together, the eight great families of the Empire exerted their strength together.

Wang Mu also very cooperatively used the eyes of aberration to give us close-ups one by one, making a faint buzzing sound in his mouth.

The Slaughter Desire contributed by Torsos was definitely more than that of the eight great families.

In an instant, Slaughter Desire and kindness seemed to have lost their texture, as light as the sea.

The demons involuntarily raised some heartfelt voices.

“Wait a moment…” Wang Mu took out a few notes from his arms, looked at them, “Found it.”

Wang Mu finally knew what Ni Hui and the others had been preparing for so long.

Aka exerted his strength, Old Lu severed his wings.

“Even if you are a demon, as long as you are our comrade, you can have your own land and live in peace!” Jesse shouted the last sentence.

Ni Huizheng.

But Ni Hui still wanted to win more buzz.

Li Yue's expression was too strong, Old Lu couldn't answer for a moment, nor did he intend to waste words with Ni Hui, he put more strength in his hand, wanting to turn me into ashes with one sword.

On the Chaos Continent, after this Slaughter Cup, comrade and comrade-in-arms had new definitions.

We began to think.

“Join the Empire? The Empire has never cherished the people.” Jesse, you started to recite verbatim.

“After the Battle of Steel City, the Empire, with the eight great families as its claws, greedily plundered the future of the people; listened to the High Tower, branded the Old Church as heretics, and indulged the New Church…”

Wang Mu had already harvested enough Slaughter Desire and kindness, and before Jesse spoke out the demands of the Revolutionary Army, Slaughter Desire suddenly surged after a period of pause.

[There is still the last sentence missing… ] Jesse pinched the end of the note.

At this moment, everything else happening in the wasteland was so unimportant.

“Kill me, kill me, kill us!” In the palace of Godsworn City, Torsos stared at the dominoes, shouting loudly while patting the throne.

“Those are not the eight great families of the Empire, can they represent humanity?” Jesse raised his sword, pointing at the eight great families in turn.

In our understanding, shouldn't the cause of the current situation on the Chaos Continent be the demons, the Demon King's City?

[Can't we live well?]

But they won.

“The people are just their tools, used to sacrifice to the gods, or to start this machine called the Empire, sucking the marrow and spirit of the people…”