Chapter 1660 The Three Great Demon Gods Arrive Together

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"Is it about to start? Brother, how long will it take for the conference to start?"

"How should I know? But it looks like it should be soon."

"Hey, hey, hey, let me tell you, I saw the three demon kings' teams entering the venue earlier!"

"Hehe, what's a demon king? His Majesty the Demon God will be here in person soon!"

"What, what?!"

"…"

As time passed, the scorching sun rose above people's heads. But even hotter than the sun was the enthusiasm of the millions of spectators in the venue.

That's right, this huge venue was already filled with millions of people!

The seats in the venue were divided into three parts according to the forces ruled by the three demon gods, separated by a walkway running through the middle, which was a clever design.

Each of the three demon gods had dozens of demigod demon king representatives. These powerful demigod demon kings, with their own men and vassals, occupied the front row of the seats in the venue.

These three demon king forces occupied about 30% of the one million spectators. The remaining 70% to 80% of the audience were all high-ranking officials and nobles from all over the world of Hell.

The Hell Conference had no requirements for the audience on site, which was also intentional. The purpose was to convey the results of the conference to every corner of the Hell World.

Therefore, as long as you can pay a sum of money, you can enter the venue to watch the fierce competition. However, the amount of money is not small, and ordinary people cannot afford it. Those who can come here to watch the game are also generals, small lords, or wealthy merchants and nobles.

It can be said that these audiences are all well-known people in their local areas, but in such places, those who can't sit in the first three rows are all insignificant civilians.

Fortunately, the Hell World has clear levels. Regardless of the race or people living in a certain class, they can accept their status and have awe for those strong nobles and dare not offend them in the slightest.

In addition, as early as the beginning of the Hell Conference, the three great demons jointly stipulated that as long as it was within the venue, no matter what identity or race, no private fights or any riots that affect the progress of the conference should occur.

Otherwise, the guards of the tournament organizers will directly execute both parties on the spot, and then drag the bodies out of the venue and throw them away, without asking any questions.

This method is simple and crude, and implements the three views of the three demons who despise the common people, but it is very effective for the security and stability of the scene.

Therefore, whether it is the Purgatory Demons, Night Demons, Fallen Angels, Barbarians, Goblins, or Ogres, regardless of race or identity, even if they have strong opinions about other races, they must behave themselves here, and no one will cause any conflict.

Because of this, this may be the only place in the entire hell world where all races can coexist peacefully.

"Three-eyed demon deer, fresh three-eyed demon deer ribs!"

"Charcoal grilled eyeballs! Authentic charcoal grilled pig beast eyeballs!"

"Sir, would you like some local specialties, desert meatballs and giant viper wine?"

"Authentic, of course! Especially this wine, you can't buy it anywhere else. Don't believe it? Try it, it's guaranteed to make you happy to the heavens!"

One sweet and tender voice after another, in the noisy crowd, it seems fresh and pleasant, full of heart-stirring temptation.

At this time, if you look in the direction of the sound, you can see succubi wearing sexy leather clothes and maid aprons, shuttling back and forth in rows of seats, selling food and drinks, and occasionally letting some customers take advantage of it, taking the opportunity to earn a little more tips.

On the other side of these succubi, gray-green skinned, ugly dwarfs are also busy shuttling back and forth in the crowd.

They are the low-level races in this world, goblins.

"The armor needs to be waxed! Three minutes to polish the shoes!"

A goblin with a smirk on his face, in the camp of the Fallen Demon Realm, asked a death knight in a flattering manner, "Sir, look at your armor and boots, they are all covered with dust, just like you walked out of a grave. How about I wipe off the dust and wax them for you? It only takes one gold coin, and I will make your whole outfit look brand new!"

"No need." The lifeless death knight sat there expressionless, motionless, "I just walked out of a grave, no need to polish."

"Uh." The hippie The smiling goblin was stunned for a moment, then continued to flatter, "You should wipe it off. Look at the Purgatory Demons on the opposite side, each one is dressed in bright clothes and armor, how majestic? I promise to wipe yours newer and brighter than them!"

"No need." The expressionless Death Knight continued to answer coldly without moving, "The tricks of the living are all false, only death is eternal. The dust of the grave is the deterrent power of this lord!"

"Hiss!" The smiling goblin took a breath of cold air and was stunned. These undead creatures are probably all fools, right?

There was no way, the goblin hit a wall again, and he couldn't do this business now, so he had to turn around and leave in disgrace.

At the same time, he didn't forget to curse in his heart, who told him that the money of the dead is easy to make? These undead creatures don't like to eat or drink, and they don't even want to wipe their armor and combat boots. If this goes on, how can he make any money?

Slip, slip, this place can't stay anymore

Although it is difficult to do business with the Death Knights in the Fallen Demon Realm, the low-level races such as Succubi and Goblins who run small businesses in this giant venue still have a good income.

First, there is no bullying, and second, there is no racial oppression. In addition, most of them are rich people. As long as the various races doing small businesses obey the requirements of the conference organizers and pay taxes on time, everything else will be fine.

At this time, the venue was full of people and everyone was looking forward to the start of the grand event.

In addition, there were many rumors about this conference, which aroused people's suspense.

There was even a rumor that this Hell Conference might cause turmoil and power collapse in the entire Hell world! Therefore, the audience on the scene was full of enthusiasm and expectations for this conference.

Not only was the venue lively, but the contestants in the rest area were also busy.

At this time, all the contestants had arrived, and everyone was making final preparations for the upcoming conference.

In the lounge of the Purgatory Demon Realm, Wang Yan and his men were also busy or resting.

"Crunch! Crunch! Delicious, fresh!"

The ogre Abron Giant Hammer and the ogre shaman Walpole Blue Shield sat on the ground, grabbed the large plate of meat in front of them, and poured it into their mouths.

The large plate of more than a dozen salt-baked three-eyed deer ribs was chewed by the two meat-like ogres, making a crunching sound, which was very enjoyable.

After finishing eating, Abron Giant Hammer grabbed the wine jar next to him and drank it all up. At the same time, he waved his hand and shouted to the goblin servant in front of him: "Not enough, not enough! Bring more!"

"Chief, me! I want more too!"

"I've finished eating too!"

The ogres sitting on the ground around him also held up the empty plates in their hands and expressed their needs in a muffled voice.

Abron Giant Hammer glanced at the tribesmen around him, waved his hand again, stretched out five palms, and asked the goblin servants: "Watch out, give us another two hundred plates!"

Huh?

Seeing this scene, the goblin servants were sweating and thought that the stomachs of these ogres must be bottomless pits? They have eaten so much, how can they still eat?

This plate of food is bigger than the goblin body. Apart from other things, the goblin leader in front of him has eaten more than 20 plates of various meals, and it’s not enough! More!

My God, these ogres are so scary.

And that gesture seems to be five, not two hundred, right?

The goblin servant complained in his heart, but he didn’t dare to say it out loud.

After complaining, the work has to continue. After confirming the order, the goblin servant began to drag the big plate out with a small cart. At the same time, small trailers loaded with various delicacies were once again transported into the rest area.

Compared with the ogres’ feasting, Wang Yan’s other men are much more low-key.

The succubi are looking in the mirror and fixing their makeup, while the harpies are combing their feathers and beautifying their nails. For these female races, beauty seems to be their second life.

As for the barbarians with the largest number of people under Wang Yan, most of these natural warriors are using the on-site training equipment to continue to exercise their strong muscles. Many barbarian cavalrymen are checking their equipment, wiping their weapons, and taking care of their precious hellfire dogs.

At this point, this army has become quite large and has a rigorous system. Everyone understands their responsibilities, and Wang Yan no longer needs to worry about them.

At present, as the leader of this army, Wang Yan is holding a glass of wine, leaning on the sofa in front of the observation window, looking out the window thoughtfully.

This special window can see the entire venue, but the outside world cannot see the scene inside.

At this time, Wang Yan's sight is gradually falling from the direction of the Fallen Demon Realm camp to the Dark Demon Realm camp. Then he was silent for a long time, and outsiders could not guess what he was thinking about.

So much so that Mei'er and Chijue Princess, who were serving on the side, fell silent. Other subordinates, such as Camus, Desert Emperor, Zhang Weidao and others, are also busy with their own things, either practicing or getting ready.

Lord Chihuo wanted to take the opportunity to tease the succubus maid at the scene, but looking at the silent boss, he felt that if he acted wildly, he might be beaten.

So he held a glass of wine and imitated Wang Yan's appearance and moved closer to the observation window.

"Haha, boss, what are you looking at? What are you thinking about?"

Lord Chihuo laughed and said, "I heard that the leader of the opposite side is a young and beautiful woman. Are you thinking about... Hehehe, I understand, I support you!"

"Bah! A dog can't spit out ivory, what are you thinking about?"

Princess Chizue immediately glared with her beautiful eyes, "Do you think Lord Moyan is like you? Thinking about those crap all day long? Our Lord Moyan is naturally thinking about how to lead us to win the conference!"

Although she said so, Princess Chizue thought very miserably in her heart that she would rather Lord Moyan was a lustful person, so that she could reproduce the next generation with Lord Moyan.

Woohoo, is it that Chijue is not pretty enough, or not wild enough? Why hasn't Lord Moyan come to favor her yet?

"Xiao Chi, have you prepared your team? If there are any mistakes later, I will break your legs first."

Wang Yan glared at Lord Chihuo, and then said speechlessly, "And quickly move your big butt away from the observation window, don't block my view."

"Oh, okay, okay." After Lord Chihuo was glared at by Wang Yan, he quickly shrank his neck and stepped aside and said, "Boss, it's important for you to observe the enemy's situation. I'm going to check the armaments now."

Lord Chihuo asked in his heart, could he have said the wrong thing again? Forget it, let's prepare the army quickly to avoid getting my legs broken by the boss.

After the Lord Chihuo, who didn't take it too seriously, left, Wang Yan took a sip of the wine in his glass, and his eyes fell on the camp of the Fallen Demon Realm again.

He does have a lot of things to care about right now.

In addition to being on guard against the encirclement and suppression of the Fallen Demon God and the Dark Demon God at the Hell Conference, he also had to find ways to win the Hell Conference championship.

Otherwise, not only the lives of Wang Yan and his companions would be in danger, but the Earth's defense circle would also collapse as a result.

This burden is not easy for Wang Yan.

In the Hell Conference where there are so many strong players, it is not that easy to win the championship.

Of course, Wang Yan is not without confidence. The trump card he has hidden in his hand is enough for his opponent to drink several pots of wine.

But apart from the Hell Conference, another important thing also affected his mind.

That is, is Wuya Ange in the opposite camp?

He had met with the Dark Saint Nana last night, and he could at least confirm that there was no trace of Wuya Ange in the camp of the Fallen Demon Realm.

Moreover, the contestants in the Fallen Demon Realm are commanded by the Dark Saint. Although she may not allow him to win the championship as expected, and the Dark Saint is not the only strong person in the Fallen Demon Realm. But having this person in the Fallen Demon Realm makes him feel more at ease.

At least, she still recognizes her identity as an earthling, and everyone is a slave for the earth.

So the only thing Wang Yan is not sure about now is whether An Ge is in the camp of the opposite Dark Demon Realm?

Moreover, the Dark Demon Realm is also the most closed and mysterious demon realm among the three major demon realms, and there are many masters in it.

Take the Night Blade Prince who has been in contact twice, it is very complicated, and maybe there are some ulterior secrets hidden...

In short, such an enemy cannot be underestimated and must be taken seriously.

"Hey, there are two old demons and a fallen angel entering the venue. Is the Hell Conference about to begin?" Just when Wang Yan was thoughtful, Princess Chijue on the side pointed to the venue with a curious face. central.

Wang Yan followed Princess Chisao's guidance and turned around to see an old man from the Purgatory Demon Clan wearing red and black attire, slowly flying out, and finally hovering in front of the seat of their Purgatory Demon Clan delegation.

In contrast, from the Dark Demon Realm camp, an old man from the Night Demon Tribe wearing a black and purple dress also slowly flew out.

On the other side, from the Fallen Demon Realm camp, a female Fallen Angel slowly flew out.

However, the race of fallen angels is indeed very special, and there is almost no trace of the passage of time on their bodies. The fallen angel in front of her still has delicate skin, and her appearance and figure are still young and graceful. Only her mature and graceful temperament makes people understand that she has experienced a long time, and her age is definitely beyond anyone's imagination.

"The three of them should be the on-site referees for this hell conference. It seems that the hell conference is finally about to begin!"

Wang Yan spoke slowly, and everyone behind him subconsciously held their breath and turned to look at the observation window.

There are always three on-site hosts and referees in the Hell Conference.

They are held by respected clan elders under the command of the three demon gods.

But these three referees will not be present at the same time. Normally, when two forces face off, a representative of a third party will serve as the referee to ensure that the duel is as fair as possible.

Now that the three referees are on the stage at the same time, there is only one thing left to do, and that is that the Hell Conference is about to begin.

"boom!"

There was a loud roar in the air, and the three referees in the venue raised their arms at the same time, crushing a token into pieces. A surge of magical energy instantly erupted and spread throughout the venue.

In the sky above the purgatory demon camp, the blazing hellfire immediately burned out of thin air. The entire sky instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. Thick fire clouds immediately spread for dozens of miles along the rear of the Purgatory Demon Clan camp.

"Crack!"

There was a thunderous roar, and a large hole suddenly opened in the sky full of hellfire. A huge scarlet eye slowly rotated behind the hole, looking coldly at the venue below.

A vast coercion that looked down on the world and seemed to be able to annihilate all living things in the incident enveloped the entire place in an instant.

The next moment, the projection of the majestic and domineering demon god of purgatory, Satan, had followed the torn sky and landed in the sky above the venue with great majesty.

The entire venue suddenly became silent. Even if what descended was not the true form of the Demon God, but just a projection, the mighty power of the sea and the majestic momentum that spread with the raising of the Demonic Wings were far beyond what the spectators at the scene could withstand. Got the pressure.

Under this majestic power, everyone at the scene, regardless of male or female race, were all frightened. Under the gaze of the devil's projection, they all felt their own insignificance and humbleness. Even the delegation of demigod demon kings, who were previously arrogant in the front row of the venue, remained silent under the shadow of the demon god's projection, and their previous majesty was completely gone.

"Your Majesty is welcome to the venue!"

"The power of purgatory will shine forever in the demonic realm!"

In the Purgatory Demon Realm camp, almost everyone knelt on the ground at the first moment. In the front row, the semi-god-level demon king representatives moved faster than the ordinary audience behind them. They all knelt on the spot and loudly welcomed the arrival of the demon god Satan.

However, almost at the same time.

Another equally powerful and powerful divine power suddenly broke out in the sky above the dark demon camp opposite the projection of the demon god Satan.

In a short moment, the dark magic fog that filled the sky was like a river, lake, and sea, covering the sky and the sun above the sky, rolling and surging.

The surging dark energy demon realm was as thick as water. Just when everyone below was secretly looking up at this almost doomsday scene, a sharp claw instantly split the sky open!

"Swish!"

The dark crack was like the eyes of a giant beast, and the terrifying and domineering breath seemed to come from the end of the eternal and unchanging wilderness, rushing straight into the hearts of everyone present.

"Welcome Your Majesty to the venue!"

"The darkness of magic energy will forever cover the earth!"

All the people in the Dark Demon Realm camp, along with dozens of demigod demon king representatives, trembled immediately, knelt on the ground in fear, and greeted loudly.

As expected, as the crowd welcomed, a stream of dark energy like water surged out from the torn sky.

The next moment, a projection of a demon god with a burly figure, wearing a crown and majestic demeanor, stood proudly opposite the demon god Satan.

Dark Demon God Mammon! The supreme ruler of the Dark Demon Realm, and also the mortal enemy that the demon god Satan hates.

It was such a majestic demon god who was like an emperor. He was born in the hands of the demon god Satan, snatched a large piece of land, and established the Dark Demon Realm that is now enough to compete with the demon god Satan.

There are too many legends about the Dark Demon God Mammon. In recent years, there have been rumors that the Dark Demon God Mammon has aged and is no longer the same as before.

But the projection of the demon god Mammon that descended in front of everyone at this time undoubtedly broke this rumor.

At this time, the projection of the demon god Mammon, wearing a crown, with white hair and beard, and majestic eyes, looks like a majestic old king, full of kingly dominance.

Even though it is just a projection now, the panic-stricken power seems to be vast and endless, which makes the people can't help but worship on the ground. Its power is not inferior to that of the demon god Satan who is in his prime.

The projection of the demon god Mammon stood proudly above the camp of the dark demon domain. Seeing this, the demon god Satan's eyes were full of hostility, and the mighty power he exuded could not help but increase again.

But opposite the demon god Satan, the demon god Mammon did not show weakness, and responded with a completely calm attitude.

The secret confrontation between the two demon gods was rare in the world. Even if it was just a projection, even if it was just a confrontation of divine power, it made countless spectators below feel their hearts beating wildly, and they were silent. They all prostrated themselves and did not even dare to breathe.

But just when everyone on the scene was immersed in the mighty power of the two demon gods and trembling, another huge pressure came instantly.

It was the fallen demon god Samael!

As a silent vortex of demon energy slowly bloomed above the fallen demon camp, a fallen angel phantom composed entirely of dark demon energy jumped out from the center of the vortex channel in an instant.

This tall and noble fallen angel phantom was the supreme god from the fallen demon realm, the fallen demon god Samael!

At this time, the projection of the demon god Samael floated gently and gracefully above the fallen demon camp, and twelve majestic black wings rose proudly behind him. The panic-stricken divine power he exuded was like the source of all death and extinction in time.

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