I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“Did you hear that! Time… Space… Oath… Eternity…” Carlos roared, and the palace trembled.

Wright also silenced those names that cannot be mentioned casually.

“Only when they are watched can the divine oath be restored!”

“Kill! Slaughter Cup! Kill!”

“Don’t worry about the Sea of ​​Death! You come down to me too!” Carlos roared at Wright.

“Your Majesty, the actions of the Sea of ​​Death are related to resources, production, public opinion, and the survival of the empire… It must not be abandoned.”

“Of course, if Your Majesty can find someone to replace me, I can participate in the Centennial Slaughter Cup.” Wright tried his best to communicate with Carlos in a peaceful tone to avoid further igniting his anger.

“Hmm…” I don’t know which of the words voluntary, production, public opinion, and survival awakened Carlos’s sanity. Emperor Tass gave up the idea of ​​forcing Wright to join the Slaughter Cup.

“No matter what method you use, I need to see a change in the battle.”

“I need you to fix this crack.” Carlos pointed to the crack on the crown, “Even if it’s with family, with life, with the entire Creation Department.”

“Forget it, let’s go to the arena first to assess the difficulty of implementation…” Acca traveled slowly, directly to the candlestick base in the wilderness.

The dice face of the Dice of Destiny reflects the starry sky.

The six major families fell silent.

“When will this crack appear?” Lu Xin is now too sure when Old Goat’s plan will be launched.

Ying’er’s question mark turned into an exclamation point.

The night before the Centennial Slaughter Cup, Old Goat shrank back, so the date when the Ice Eye Curse would be broken would be delayed.

“Whether it’s half a year, a year, or a reincarnation, you only know that it will accelerate, so you have to accelerate…” Acca always looked forward to the scene of the ice eye opening, retiring for a stroll, and then being promoted to an Imaginary.

My ambitions are written in the Gamma Epic, and there is nothing wrong with believing it. The focus is only on the specific methods.

For example, the Bone Cart Cult is the key to opening the ice eye, and it is also the hand that offers sacrifices, so it has never been involved in the battle of the Centennial Slaughter Cup, and only left this task to the Flow Curse and the Veiled Society.

“Let’s pry the ice eye first, and the night we pry it open, we’ll drag them to the arena and kill them all.” Acca outlined the future while thinking about the feasibility of the plan.

“The Slaughter Cup is made by A City and the arena. We can even connect the gladiators participating in the finals. Why can’t we delay pulling back the Bone Cart Cult or something?” Acca wrote and drew with shadow characters to straighten out his thoughts.

“Why are you here? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time…” The dice rolled, the dice face bulged, and words were written on the wasteland.

“Dad, Dad?” Seeing Acca in a daze, Ying’er poked him, “What should we do? Are we going to help Old Goat pry open the ice eye?”

Now, Old Goat is trying to take conservative measures, giving up letting the Flow Curse and the Veiled Society compete for faith in the Slaughter Cup, and focusing on preserving strength in the Drizzle Corridor to help the Bone Cart Cult pry open the ice eye together.

Acca could feel satisfaction from my heart.

The enemy wants something to happen, so it’s certain that doing so is right.

Old Goat’s original intention for letting the Flow Curse and the Veiled Society participate in the Slaughter Cup… of course, this is to strengthen the faith power belonging to the small altar, and also to take the opportunity to infiltrate other heretics, and even the empire’s army.

“You learned from me to attack the east and west before. This time I will teach you a trick to draw firewood from under the pot.”

The only thing that counts is whether the Demon King’s Society will have some reaction to this matter.

“Since Old Goat doesn’t want my heretics to participate in the Slaughter Cup, then we will let them continue to participate.” Lu Xin stirred the blood curtain and replaced it with a shadow map.

Today’s Budibog is going to live again.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Ying’er exclaimed while writing.

Lu Xin told Acca everything he had tasted from the grass, and didn’t care too much about what the brain spirit would do later.

“Grass, I don’t know.” Li Yue shook his head.

“I don’t know, wait for him to tell you!” The dice flew up and turned into the appearance of the Dice of Destiny, “It was the line of destiny that pulled you here, but it’s too complicated, I can’t tell…”

“Let’s go find A City!” Ying’er spread out the map of Demon King City, and the arrow pointed sharply at the arena, automatically finding a destination.

“Just think about what he just thought, don’t waver!”

But now, the grass has changed its flavor.

“I have to call the Dice of Destiny…” Acca didn’t want to go to the casino in person, fearing that he would be contaminated with some unnecessary luck.

“Then think quickly, I’m leaving first.” Red Time is coming to an end, and Li Yue still has tasks to do.

“This means that the power of the small altar is insufficient, and Old Goat has to use all his power to distort and pollute Sistrom’s new god ritual.” Acca commented.

“The power I want to preserve, we will forcibly pull him, and defeat them all at once.” The first test flight of the Crazy Librarian gave Acca confidence.

After Acca carefully tasted the grass, Li Yue finally understood the Great Altar’s thoughts and made up for the distance between him and Old Goat.

This expanded the belief, and was also equivalent to expanding the flesh and blood of the new god, so that he could directly possess the regular godhead before offering Nolemore and Spade.

“Ah?” Ying’er turned into a question mark.

But when it comes to the battle for faith, Old Goat’s plan still hides some details.

“Don’t move! Don’t move! I’m going to… become a god!” The Dice of Destiny suddenly stopped Acca’s thoughts.

On the bridge of the Crazy Librarian, only Acca and Ying’er were left.

“What axe? What new? New god?”

Li Yue tasted Old Goat’s latest idea.

Ying’er seemed to understand but didn’t understand, and the question mark became larger.

Ying’er thought of the heretics gathered in the Ice Eye Curse, and the spring rain brought by the Seven Seasons Church.

“Let the Bone Cart Cult do the reincarnation first, they are very strong.” Acca shook his head.

Of course, it would be best if the Veiled Society could infiltrate the Back-Carrying Sect and the Seven Seasons Church.

Yes, the previous guess was not far from the truth—Old Goat did want to use Nolemore and Spade as sacrifices to become a new god of faith himself.

“What are you waiting for me for?” Acca’s shadow trembled, almost thinking that his plan had been exposed before it had been implemented.

And next to the base, a dice had already been waiting there early.

Woodson, on the other hand, looked like it was none of his business, and lay down even flatter.

Acca was thinking about how to speak, but in the next second, the Dice of Destiny turned again.

“What exactly do you want to do?” the Dice of Destiny asked.

Old Goat slowed down and shrank back.

“It’s all his fault.” Lu Xin admired the interior of the Crazy Librarian.

“Kill the Bone Cart Cult and cut off Old Goat’s hand that sacrifices to the sky, what will he do? Sacrifice himself?” Acca knew that timing was very important, and the cooperation between A City and the Dice of Destiny was also very important.

After all, this is the infighting between the big pillars, and there are still several of Him watching in the sky…

“So when will the crack appear?” On the bridge of the Crazy Librarian, Li Yue pointed to the Ice Eye Curse presented in the blood curtain.

“The pot is Old Goat’s new god ritual, and the firewood is the Flow Curse, the Veiled Society, and the Bone Cart Cult…” Lu Xin taught Ying’er to learn Chinese characters, “If we take away all the firewood, how can his fire burn?”