Nine Hundred and Ninety Four Return of the Devil

In the southern part of the Demon Realm, Arecia walked into a building made of huge stones with a gloomy expression. This huge pyramid-like structure is topped by a towering magical tower. The outer wall of the magic tower is covered with vines, and it seems to have a history of hundreds or even thousands of years.

The demon soldiers on both sides helped Arecia push the heavy door open, and the creaking sound echoed in the corridor.

Aresia's combat boots stepped on the stone slab, making a rattling sound, and the torches hanging on the walls kept beating on both sides of the dark corridor.

Walking through the dark corridor, she walked up the revolving steps step by step, and she had already reached the window where the sunlight came in.

A figure in a black robe followed Arecia, climbing up the steps step by step. The two figures walked slowly one after the other in the spiral staircase with almost no end in sight.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a gate appeared in front of Arecia, and on both sides of the gate were demon soldiers wearing new-style armor.

These armors were aided by the Alan Hill Empire to Arecia, and only her personal guards and demon soldiers who are completely loyal to her are eligible to wear them.

At least on the surface, these armors are much better than the armors used by the demons themselves. The demons who got this set of armor really like their new equipment: after all, the new armor is so cool!

However, these armors are indeed inferior to those armors provided by the Elanhill Empire to the demon servants. Those armors are really prepared for war. They have higher defense and are easier to mass produce.

Two demon soldiers with long swords hanging from their waists knelt down on one knee and saluted Aresia. Then the two of them got up when Aresia walked in front of them, and pushed open the door in front of Aresia.

The door opened slowly, and both sides were already full of demon generals, as well as some demon officials.

They bowed to Aresia and saluted, looking extremely respectful. Although the Demon King showed up late, Erisia has done a lot of practical things for the demons, so he has already won the love of some demons.

"Your Majesty the Demon King! Your Majesty!" When Aresia passed by these demons, they all greeted them one after another, with piety and respect written all over their faces.

However, when they saw an unidentified figure in a black robe next to Arecia, they became vigilant one by one.

Alicia walked to the high platform reserved for her, and she walked up to the high place step by step, and the man in black followed her up the steps.

"Bold! That's the throne of the demon king!" A demon general held down the long sword at his waist, and coldly scolded the figure who followed Arecia to the throne.

"It's okay!" Aresia said without looking back. Hearing her words, the demon general let go of his grip on the hilt of the sword unwillingly, and retreated to where he should be standing.

Arecia, who was dressed in fiery red armor, sat in her seat, and the figure stood aside, overlooking the high-ranking officials of the demon clan standing densely under the steps.

"I'm coming back this time! I have something important to do." Arecia looked at her subordinates and said slowly.

Her voice was very pleasant, and it echoed for a long time in this specially made hall, as if carrying supreme majesty.

The older and more superstitious the organization, the more willing it is to build the parliament hall into a similar look. They use echoes to strengthen their sense of authority, so that those who hear such voices below can't help but feel respect.

This is a primitive hypnotic technique, used and promoted by many monarchs and religions. Over time, however, similar methods have become less effective.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Arecia actually remembered the scene of talking with Chris. It was a very accommodating environment, and the words of two people did not need to be similarly processed.

But what they were talking about seemed to be more direct and sharper. Instead of relying on this boring hypnosis, they convince each other to rely on the facts.

When facing a real strong man, this kind of hypnosis will not have any effect, because the strong believe in power, and it is a higher state to be invulnerable and not angry. The majesty that comes out is much stronger.

At this moment, Aresia seems to have seen enough of the Bugatti Veyron sports car, and it feels really disgusting to see her Nissan Sunshine when she returns home.

"This time I went to the Magic Continent, and I brought back the goodwill of the human emperor Chris." After a few seconds of disgust, Arecia went straight to the topic and talked about the gains from this trip to Serris City.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her graceful voice floated in the air, making people unable to help but want to continue listening.

In fact, Aresia's voice is really full of temptation, enough to make many unsteady people addicted to it.

It just made her a little regretful that Chris never seemed to be confused by her voice, and even the annoying guy didn't show appreciation and enjoyment!

No way, Arecia has never seen Princess Jessica with a super good voice, so good that Andrea, who has a sweet voice, is a little envious...

Surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, Chris has seen too many beautiful women and heard too many beautiful voices, so...he is immune...whether it is happiness or misery. The standard of appreciating beauty and bel canto is frighteningly high.

"Your Majesty! With all due respect... Humans are still bombing our village at this very moment... We have not felt the kindness of humans towards us." An old devil leaned on a cane and said.

He is a nobleman among the southern devils, and has great prestige in this city. Aresia appointed him as the administrator of the southern region, and he also pledged his allegiance to Aresia.

"These things are all because of this thing." Arecia threw a document down the steps, and the white paper unique to the Alan Hill Empire rattled in the wind.

Because they were stapled together, the documents were not scattered. It made a nice arc and landed just in front of the old devil's toes.

Before the old devil could bend down, a demon general beside him picked up the document and looked down.

After he read the text above, his eyes widened in surprise: "This... How can this be possible? They... They bastards."

The old devil became even more curious about the contents of this document. He snatched the document from the general and looked at it carefully.

This document is very detailed, and there are some clear color printed photos. There are records of the scene in these photos, as well as photos of the corpses of Mark and others who were killed by the demon.

"..." After reading the contents of the document, the old devil felt as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away.

He staggered a bit in embarrassment, then looked up at Arecia: "Your Majesty the Demon King! This kind of thing happened... There is nothing we can do... We... We have to explain to them..."

Almost all the demons present scoffed at this statement. Of course they know that what humans want at this time may not be just an explanation.

Those humans didn't even need demon captives before, they came for revenge, so they didn't mind finding an excuse to drive the demons out once again!

Whether it's Arecia or the other demons present, they only think about one thing: how to make humans give up once again and wipe out the demons.

For them, this is a problem. In the past, they would have clamored to kill all humans, but now, after eating instant noodles and bread sausage for two months, the demons here no longer have the idea of ​​fighting to the death.

"I've already explained it to His Majesty Chris, the emperor of mankind! Next, let's talk about our own problems!" I heard Arisia say: "We have given up the belief in the origin of magic... At this time, we must We need to strengthen our position."

"In the past, we believed that the origin of magic is like a god, which can lead us to victory!" She looked at the ministers under her feet, and continued: "We can conquer other races and treat them as lambs... so slaughter, Slavery at will..."

"But we were wrong! We are lambs, we are slaves! In front of the source of magic, we have always been slaughtered lambs, exploited slaves!" She stood up from her throne, Got to the edge of the stairs.

She stopped moving forward, so she didn't go down the steps. She just stood on the edge and continued to speak: "The origin of magic has not brought us any progress, but it has continued barbarism and ignorance to this day."

Her words were deafening and echoed throughout the hall: "So we must resist! This is our destiny!"

"We don't need to linger on the backwardness, lack of food, and no clothes in the past! We want to face a better future!" Arecia spread her arms, full of confidence: "We will no longer worry about farmland, as long as we are willing to cultivate There will be endless land! We can have more food, more and better clothes!"

When she said these words, every sentence brightened the eyes of the audience below. These real benefits are more attractive than the big pie drawn by the origin of magic, right?

After all, no matter how well-painted and tempting the cake is, if you can't eat it, you can only look at it, and it will no longer be counted as cake over time.

This is also the main reason why the rule of the origin of magic will have problems so quickly.