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

Chapter 135 135. Let the flames of jealousy consume the mermaid!

The realm of jealousy.

This place is completely different from the Realm of Pride, and there are no dense crowds of demonized beasts and mind flayers.

There isn't even a mountain of bones towering into the sky.

Here is an endless black ocean.

The sea water is thick, dirty and dark, probably ten thousand times worse than the water of the Ganges.

The only thing that is the same as the Realm of Pride is the blood moon hanging high in the sky, which seems to be unchanging for eternity.

Beneath the blood moon is a pitch-black palace towering into the sky.

Further down, there is a strange and hideous statue, with a palace on top of its head like a crown.

The statue's arms hung naturally, coiling around its body like a poisonous snake, reaching its feet.

It makes the statue look more like it has tied itself here.

The statue holds an object in each hand, and in the left hand is an eye that is wide open and filled with resentment.

The right hand is a long, curled and tied tongue.

In the sea below the statue, three huge black shadows were looming.

They were the three jealous servants under the command of the King of Jealousy.

The Peering Eye, the Twisting Tongue, and the Devouring Shadow.

The huge body moved slowly, and the sticky black sea began to roll up thousands of waves.

Countless huge Leviathans are rolled up in the waves.

The former arrogant king looked down upon these three big guys.

What’s the point of growing so big?

It’s inconvenient to move!

If a real fight breaks out, his Four Disaster Horsemen can toy with them to death.

But now...

When the King of Pride saw the three jealous servants, he thought of his Four Horsemen of Disaster. When he thought of the Four Horsemen of Disaster, his right arm, which had not yet grown, began to ache slightly.

At this time, the Arrogant King's hatred for the Dawn Cult and Ian continued to grow.

Scarlet demonic energy lingered in the trembling space around him, and cracks in the space tore and spread.

The jealous servants in the sea also hurriedly rushed to deeper depths, and the entire realm of jealousy was shaken at this moment.

At this moment, an old and peaceful voice came from the palace.

"Oregens, you came to me just to vent your anger!"

As the voice fell, the turbulent Black Sea suddenly calmed down.

It was as if someone had forcibly pressed the pause button, the silence was terrifying and eerie.

The Arrogant King's face darkened, and his anger once again poured into Ian.

Before he was injured, as the strongest individual demon among the Seven Sins, no demon king dared to disrespect him except Sloth, the only one who could contact his master.

Now, greed mocks him and jealousy scolds him.

It’s all the fault of the damn Dawn Cult!

The hatred in the heart of the Arrogant King almost turned into reality, but this time he had something to ask for.

Finally, he shrank his body in front of the palace gate, took a deep breath, calmed his anger, and walked in.

The King of Jealousy, who was sitting in the empty palace, saw the King of Pride walking in through the main gate obediently.

A flash of sarcasm crossed the old face.

Once upon a time, the King of Pride simply disdained to go to the other seven sinful realms. Even if he went, he would intrude in a rude and unreasonable manner.

How can you shrink your body and enter the door in such a way?

To be honest, the King of Jealousy was quite happy that the King of Pride of the Dawn Cult had taught him a lesson.

But he wouldn't say such things.

Even though the King of Pride has lost the Four Horsemen of Disaster and his right hand, he is still stronger than him.

Although he didn't dare to kill under the gaze of his master, he could still do it if he was forced into a fight to make him lose face.

"In the words of other worlds..."

The King of Jealousy stood up and looked at the King of Pride, his old face full of kindness.

"What a rare visitor, Origenus...what brings you here?"

The King of Pride walked towards the King of Jealousy with an expressionless face. When he reached the throne opposite to King Jealousy's, a brand new throne appeared beneath him.

The King of Pride sat down on his own.

"When do you plan to take action against the Bright Moon Sacred Ring?"

The King of Jealousy sat down again, dark shadows moved under his feet, and a gorgeous long table appeared among them.

The King of Jealousy did not rush to answer, but poured tea and pushed it to the King of Pride like a kind old man next door.

Finally, he took a sip and said:

"What do you mean? Are you here to urge the master to work on his behalf, replacing Relinus?"

After that, without waiting for the King of Pride to reply, the King of Jealousy said with a look of emotion:

"I've already said it before. Relinas's lazy nature makes him unfit to be the master's mouthpiece, and you..."

A black light flickered silently in the eyes of the King of Jealousy.

"Dear Origenus, you are the most powerful demon king and are the most qualified to take on this responsibility."

After these words were spoken, the Arrogant King suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.

As the Lord of Envy said...

He is the one who has lived the longest, joined the demon clan the earliest, and is the most powerful!

Why can't I contact the owner directly?
The King of Sloth is just a lazy little brat!
What qualifications does he have...

Suddenly, the arrogant king became furious when he thought of this, and slammed the table down, turning it into powder.

The entire palace was also crumbling.

"Asshole! Stop your tricks!"

The scarlet demon eyes of the King of Pride gleamed with light.

"I just lost a hand! I didn't lose my godhood! Don't use your despicable authority to test me!"

But the King of Jealousy smiled kindly.

This time, it was a laugh from the heart.

Just as he thought, the King of Pride's divine power was indeed unstable now.

In the past, such means would never have been able to provoke jealousy in the King of Pride.

The destruction of the Four Riders of Disaster had indeed had a huge impact on him!
The knight who possessed the four disaster powers of the King of Pride was gone, which directly affected the stability of his divinity.

but……

That’s it for now.

The King of Arrogance was still the King of Arrogance after all. Even if his godhood was unstable now, he couldn't control it, not to mention...

The blood moon was still in the sky, and there was nothing he could do.

On the other hand, the King of Pride became even more angry when he saw the King of Jealousy's smile.

Just when the King of Pride was about to get furious, the King of Jealousy grew ugly gills on his neck and spewed out bursts of black mist.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the black mist dissipated with the wind. After doing all this, the King of Jealousy regained his original demeanor of a respectable old gentleman.

"My dear Origen, I did nothing."

The King of Jealousy smiled.

"Every living thing is filled with envy, for desire follows like a shadow, while satisfaction is as fleeting as the morning dew."

"enough!"

The King of Pride slammed the table, and a shrill wail echoed around him.

"I'm not here to listen to your useless bullshit!"

"I see."

The King of Jealousy happily stood up and walked behind the King of Pride.

"Having lost the Four Horsemen of Disaster, you urgently need to gather the corpses of powerful individuals above the Saint level to house your authority."

"You need to show your worth to your master again."

The King of Jealousy went back from the other side of the King of Pride. This time, his head had turned into a ferocious appearance like a snake or an eel.

His slender tongue licked the corner of his mouth, and his body was hunched.

"The Behemoths and Titans learned their lesson after losing four Saint-level figures in one go. They won't attack so recklessly again."

"It's even possible that they have several Saint-level members."

"So, you found me..."

The Arrogant King's face was gloomy and his fists were clenched.

"You want me to help you bring back the Saint-level corpse while you're planning the Bright Moon Holy Ring..."

The King of Jealousy let out an ugly, hoarse laugh.

"But dear Origen, you don't have the attitude of asking for help..."

"You shouldn't be so arrogant now."

The King of Pride closed his eyes, suppressing his anger and wanting to smash the old eel to death with a hammer.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he said in a deep voice:

"After the fall of Rodri Continent, I gave you one of my World Condensed Crystals."

"Dear Origen..."

The King of Jealousy smiled sinisterly.

"You've forgotten the first virtue of our demon race..."

Raising his index finger, the King of Jealousy said hoarsely:

"Never keeps his promise..."

The King of Jealousy returned to his seat and became a kind old gentleman again.

"I need tangible benefits."

The King of Arrogance knew that he was doomed to be killed this time.

Closing my eyes, I said weakly:

"what would you like?"

As the words fell, the eyes of the King of Jealousy brightened, and his tone became more impatient.

"Fragments of Godhead..."

Leaning forward slightly, the King of Jealousy smiled strangely.

"The godhead fragment of the Son of Pride!"

Seeing that the King of Pride was about to say something, the King of Jealousy said lightly:

"Don't try to fool me with the fact that the Son of Pride has been reduced to ashes. I don't believe you would trust him so much as to leave no room for any backup plan..."

"A fragment of the godhead of the Fallen Authority in exchange for the bodies of two saint-level mermaids. That's a good deal."

The King of Pride's expression was gloomy and uncertain, as if he had eaten Leviathan's feces.

After a long time, he said coldly:
"After the world barrier of the Rodri continent was reinforced, even false gods could not go to the Rodri continent."

"The Primordial Abyss is now starving. The cost of releasing it is even higher than the cost of allowing a god-level being to descend."

"You and the Jealous Sin Servant are unable to travel to the Rodri Continent in person. How can you be sure that you can bring me the Saint-level kill from the depths of the sea!"

Become!

The kind smile on the old face of the King of Jealousy became brighter and more charming.

"Dear Origen, this is what I need to consider. All you have to do is hand over the fragments of the fallen godhead to me, and then..."

"Go back to the Pride Realm and wait for my good news."

The King of Pride sneered.

"The first virtue of the demon race is never to keep promises..."

"Dear Enwei, what we need is payment in return for goods."

"As your employer, I have the right to know and judge your methods and success rate in closing deals."

The King of Jealousy looked at the King of Pride quietly, and after a long time, he smiled kindly.

"Dear Origen, you are such a difficult employer..."

After saying that, he poured the dark tea in the cup into the air.

The tea turned into a bright black mirror in the air.

Gradually, a handsome blond young man emerged in the mirror, holding a spear and fighting with various powerful monsters in the depths of the trench.

"Look at him, what a hard-working kid."

The King of Jealousy looked appreciative, then turned to say with great regret:
"Motivated, courageous, and resolute... just like I was back then."

"A child like this is every parent's favorite good baby, right?"

The King of Jealousy shook his head and lamented:

"It's a pity that he has an even more outstanding brother who overshadows him and the other younger generations..."

"In front of his powerful brother, all his efforts were only rewarded with one sentence... You should learn more from your brother."

"Being a parent is always about favoritism and comparison, right?"

The King of Pride narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The second son of the mermaid tribe leader, Om..."

"how do you want to do it?"

The King of Jealousy froze the image on the stubborn face of the young man after he pierced the giant monster's body with a spear.

It's like being immersed in a work of art.

After a long time, the King of Jealousy whispered:
"The weak covet the glory of the strong, the strong fear the rise of the weak, and the struggle for life stems from the nature of jealousy."

“Jealousy is the rust of the soul, which not only corrodes others but also consumes oneself.”

"And what we have to do..."

The King of Jealousy paused, then suddenly revealed a benevolent smile.

He reached out and touched Om's heart in the picture.

"Give him a fulcrum, a lever in his heart, to lift up the jealousy buried deep in his soul..."

(End of this chapter)