He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 127: Demon King Meeting
Under the scarlet blood moon.

In the Realm of Arrogance, which is filled with skeletons and rampant demonic energy, the entire world is shaking at this moment.

Especially in the area near the Arrogance's Bedroom, several ten-thousand-meter-high mountains of bones were collapsed by the violent demonic energy.

The magic eagle flying in the sky, the three-legged black wolf running on the ground, the two-tailed scorpion snake in the sulfur jungle...

The mind flayers and bloodline mind flayers are deploying their troops.

Even the black-winged fallen mind flayer who originally belonged to Belial and reigned at the top of the mind flayers.

At this time, everyone knelt on the ground like ostriches, burying their heads in the soil with all their might.

It’s because those who accidentally looked up have now become the skeletons that build the earth.

The creatures in the Realm of Pride did not know the specific reason why the king was so angry, but they had some guesses.

Three hundred thousand elite mind flayers, the Four Horsemen of Disaster, and the Son of Pride never returned after stepping out of the abyss.

Even the great king failed after tearing the space apart.

This time, it was probably the Realm of Pride that suffered a heavy loss.

However, the creatures of the Arrogant Realm could not imagine that their great and supreme king would actually leave behind a hand as a price...

If they knew this, they would probably be able to better understand why the King of Pride suddenly turned into the King of Wrath today.

In the Chamber of Pride, all the mind flayers who once served the King of Pride were crushed to death by him.

Even the building with a dark atmosphere was on the verge of collapse under the destruction of the King of Arrogance.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Pope of Dawn! You deserve to die!"

"The Holy Relic of the World! Damn it!!!"

The one-armed King of Arrogance swung the devilish claw hammer and smashed it fiercely on the ground.

This caused the entire Arrogant Realm to shake violently again.

I don’t know how many ravines were opened, swallowing the unfortunate mind flayer into the black air beneath the earth.

"A mere inferior world! Lowly insects! Lowly lives!"

"How dare you! How dare you insult me ​​like this!"

"Die! Die to me!"

"Die to me!!!"

The Arrogant King swung his claw hammer like a madman until the palace collapsed and the blood-red full moon in the sky shone on him.

An invisible pressure brought the Arrogant King back to his senses.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes full of hatred staring at the blood moon, and a broken chain vaguely appeared among the devil's horns on his head, but disappeared into space in an instant.

The King of Pride regained his clarity.

His eyes flickered in brightness and darkness, with many complex and indescribable emotions flowing through his body.

After a long time, the King of Pride lowered his head silently.

The blood moon of the Pride Realm is no longer his moon...

After an unknown amount of time, the Arrogant King turned around and looked at the huge portal that appeared silently in the ruins.

In its center shone a deep, dark vortex, and no one knew where it led.

Staring at the gate quietly for a moment...

"Dear Orregens, you are the only one who has not yet arrived at the Demon King's meeting. How much longer will you continue to vent your anger?"

A weak, almost half-dead voice came from inside the door.

The King of Pride tightened his claw hammer, and after a long time, he adjusted his mood and put it away.

He silently crossed the gate and disappeared into the realm of arrogance.

……

After crossing the gate, the King of Pride came to a huge and desolate world.

Unlike the Realm of Pride, the land here is pitch black, and as far as the eye can see, the boundless area is lifeless.

Only a long black table suddenly fell on the ground.

The only thing that's the same as the Realm of Pride is...

The blood moon above remains unchanged.

"Look! Which of our dear comrades is this?"

Eerie and strange voices came from all directions, and the sharpness of the voices made the irony even more pronounced.

"He looks so strange... Look! He's a one-armed guy! Lautney, you can give him one of your three extra hands."

"It would be great if you could all make an even number!"

The eerie sound reached the ears of a ten-thousand-meter-high mountain next to the table.

The mountain said nothing, but silently stretched out its five arms, grabbed the vague object in front of it, and started to eat it.

The blood flowed all the way from the mountain until it reached the round belly with an inconspicuous scar.

The belly also opened its big mouth, and a long scarlet tongue stretched out from four rows of sharp teeth to lick the blood clean.

"Well, this guy hasn't changed. He's just a little glutton."

The erratic and strange voice spread in all directions.

"But I thought about it. Lautney's hands are thicker than O'Regans's. If I move them, it will look a bit out of place."

"This image really affects our style... No, no! Oregons... He's already embarrassed himself!"

"Eh hahaha!"

The clown-like ridicule made the Arrogant King furious, and the claw hammer fell into his hand.

"Greedy! Do you want to die again, you bastard?!"

"Oh my! How terrifying! Regis, your position as the King of Rage is no longer secure. Origen is truly furious now!"

As the words fell, the invisible voice condensed behind a blood-red snake-headed demon.

The snake-headed demon suddenly opened his eyes, and his tyrannical aura swept across the entire world.

"Die to me!!!"

The Wrathful King, who had been silent until now, started spouting all kinds of unbearable insults as he lashed out with a snake-like whip.

The King of Pride also swung his claw hammer and smashed it at the blurry object.

After the gray fog dissipated for a moment, it condensed into a demon king with seven devil wings and an unclear face in the distance.

However, compared to other demon kings, this one has no physical body at all, like a ghost.

"You really have no sense of entertainment..."

The King of Greed shook his head with a look of regret, and moved closer to the naked beautiful woman beside him.

"Lusti, dear, you know I still like playing with you the most."

"Of course, dear Grady."

The King of Lust blinked seductively, licked the corner of his rosy lips, and slowly reached out his hand to grab the King of Greed.

"If you like, we can go and have some fun..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman who had been extremely beautiful just now instantly turned into a hideous and terrifying faceless pale monster.

Dozens of terrifying tentacles extended from the chest and grabbed the King of Greed.

The King of Greed turned into mist and rushed to the side of the King of Gluttony. His tentacles swept the King of Gluttony's food to the ground.

The King of Gluttony was startled for a moment, then furiously pulled out a bone mace from the huge mouth on his belly and smashed it towards the King of Lust with great momentum.

"Food! My food!"

The King of Pride, instigated by the King of Greed, also engaged in a battle with the King of Wrath. For a moment, the entire world trembled and shattered due to the chaotic battle between the demon kings.

A faint and unbearable wail emanated from the space.

Until the end, an old man with a gloomy face and an ordinary look sitting in the distance turned his head to look at the little boy who was sleeping soundly on the table.

"Lelinus, how long will you sleep?"

The little boy slowly raised his head and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

Then he said in a half-dead tone:

"Dear friends, the meeting has begun..."

The next moment, the blood moon dropped seven rays of light that enveloped everyone.

Like the passage of time, all the demon kings who were fighting fiercely just now immediately sat down.

The huge King of Gluttony and Pride also shrank to the size of an ordinary person, but still looked ferocious and ugly.

"The Demon King..."

The half-dead little boy lying on the table paused, then looked at the old man beside him with sleepy eyes.

"How many times?"

"Number..."

"Forget it, it's not important."

The old man kept silent, a trace of sick and twisted jealousy flashing across his gloomy face.

But the boy didn't care.

"Dear Origen, do you have anything to say in defense of your defeat in this war?"

Hearing this, the King of Greed laughed sarcastically.

"You need to explain it in detail, especially how that hand disappeared. Be sure to explain it in detail! Completely! Speak with all your heart!"

The King of Pride glanced viciously at the King of Greed, and when he looked at the boy, his eyes returned to calmness.

"We underestimated the sacred objects of the Rodri Continent, and... that damned Cult of Dawn!"

"Oh! So, a Demon King Contract was wasted, and Origen, who had vowed so firmly, failed to achieve any effective results. Wow... What an exciting battle!"

"You bastard! You..."

"Dear Grady, the master doesn't want to listen to your hypnotic jokes right now. Could you please be quiet for a moment?"

Before the King of Pride could speak, the King of Sloth spoke again in that half-dead voice.

A hint of ferocity flashed across the eyes of the King of Greed, but he still smiled and spread his hands.

"Of course, dear Relinus."

The King of Pride took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and told his story.

Only after he finished speaking did he realize that the King of Sloth had fallen asleep again.

The King of Jealousy slammed the table heavily.

The King of Sloth got up sleepily.

"Oh... meeting dismissed!"

"..."

The King of Jealousy's expression became increasingly grim, and he said in a deep voice:

"Dear Relinus, you should see if the master has given any new instructions."

The King of Sloth rubbed his eyes and looked up at the blood moon in the sky, as if he was in a daze.

After a long time, the King of Sloth finally perked up.

"Master has learned about the Dawn Cult. He is very curious about this inexplicably appearing force. After a while, he will gather his elite troops to test it out."

The King of Greed tilted his head and smiled sinisterly.

"Of course, the master's order..."

"But now that the Ancient Tree of Life has recovered, we can no longer accurately open an abyssal passage in the Hundred Races Alliance area like before."

"Oh my! I put so much energy into my performance to make the Ancient Tree of Life fall."

"That particular guy was truly incredible. Not only did he fail to contaminate the Cup of Sorrow, he also ended up sacrificing the Four Knights of Disaster, the Son of Pride, and his own right arm."

The King of Greed shook his head with a sigh.

"Now, because of the Dawn Cult's great victory, the resistance of the Hundred Races Alliance has skyrocketed, and the world's will has become even more resilient."

"It's not easy! My dear Relinus, it's not easy!"

The King of Arrogance's face turned grim and he slammed the table and stood up.

"You bastard! If you want to die, I can grant your wish! You only polluted the Ancient Tree of Life once, why are you so arrogant?"

"Besides, if you had been more attentive back then, there's no way the Ancient Tree of Life would have been able to recover!"

The King of Greed sneered.

"At least I didn't lose my right arm, did I?"

Seeing that the two demons were about to fight again, the King of Sloth shook his head to keep himself awake.

"Well, Orregens, it was you who was careless this time anyway."

The King of Pride's face darkened, and he was about to explode when the King of Sloth spoke again.

"But the master doesn't blame you."

Hearing these words, the King of Pride felt a chill in his heart, lowered his head and said with gritted teeth.

"Thank you, Master."

The Lord of Sloth stretched himself.

"Dear friends, the master is already somewhat dissatisfied."

"It's just a lower-level world, and I actually wasted so much time..."

"The Primordial Abyss is very hungry. Everyone needs to work harder. Although I don't like you all, I have become accustomed to you over the years."

"I don't want to hear at a future meeting that a friend and his home in the Sin Realm have become food for the Primal Abyss."

Now, the King of Greed fell silent and stopped causing trouble.

Over the years, they have seen everything. After all...

They were not born as the Seven Sins.

"Everyone needs to pay attention to the matter of the Dawn Cult. Although dear Origen was injured due to carelessness, it is clear that the so-called Dawn and the Pope are not easy to deal with."

The King of Sloth grew increasingly listless as he spoke, his chin resting on the table.

"Everyone should treat the exploration and deployment of the Dawn Cult as the most important task at this moment."

"Besides that... dear Orregens, you should take some time off to rest and reorganize the Four Knights of Disaster. The dragons are already wary, and I'm afraid the Cup of Sorrow won't be contaminated anytime soon."

"Next, let dear Enwei prepare to corrupt the Holy Moon Ring."

"Pay attention to the Dawn Cult's movements. Try to avoid direct collisions before the degeneration is complete."

After a pause, the King of Sloth closed his eyes, as if talking in his sleep.

"Regarding the resistance of the Hundred Races Alliance..."

"It's been quite a while since the last war, and with the so-called Dawn Cult, perhaps they have indeed forgotten the despair we brought upon them."

"Dear friends, we must give the Hundred Races Alliance a war that will allow them to recognize their true selves and adjust their mindset."

"Wait until the Primordial continues to erode the world will of the Rodri continent, and wait until we cross the world barrier and descend upon the Rodri continent."

"We will eventually make them understand what true despair is!"

(End of this chapter)