Thanks to the book friends for igniting the sarcasm, HackTu and the young master gave a sigh of relief.

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In the midst of the singing and dancing of Gulu Ridge, the Demon King City, which is thousands of miles away, also ushered in the annual Demon King's birthday. However, it is far from the noisy and lively scene. The huge Demon King City is still shrouded in a solemn and solemn manner, and no one dares to act here.

The atmosphere is not heavy, but it has nothing to do with the imagined festivals. The Demon King himself is not concerned about the birthday. Doing so is just the wish of his ministers, and everyone can also take advantage of this rare opportunity to get together.

In the solemn Demon King Hall, you can see several familiar figures. The old lord Relton is naturally a close minister of the Demon King who is familiar to everyone. The closest one to him is the Duke of Talonia, and a black-armored general in military uniform, and the Marshal of the Kingdom, Barois, were chatting in a low voice.

Before the time came, there were not many people coming to the Demon King's Palace. The Demon King did not show up, so everyone was chatting in groups. The old lord frowned and asked Barois: "Is the thing that has been circulating recently true?"

"It should be impossible to be wrong," Barois nodded. His temples were half white and his age was beginning to look old. Lord Reilton remembered that he was not like this when he saw him last time. He only heard him answer weakly: "Your Majesty has received Valende. This matter has always been done by the lichs. Combined with the recent magical disorders in various places, it is actually very clear-Rel, have you heard that there are ruins in your youngest son's fiefdom?"

"Don't mention that little bastard!" Lord Relton said depressedly.

"What's wrong?" asked Barlowus.

The Duke of Talonia smiled and was about to explain, but Lord Reilton waved his hand: "It's no big deal. He just died. It's not comparable to what's happening right now."

As he said this, it would be inconvenient for everyone to investigate, and as Lord Relton said, the incident is now on the string, which is already an unforgettable situation.

"Barlow, I want to ask you, what attitude does Your Majesty have towards this?" asked Reelton.

"What attitude..." The old marshal put the other party's question on his shriveled lips and chewed it, then smiled bitterly: "You old ministers don't know what your majesty mean?"

After saying this, the faces of the lord and the duke became entangled. Yes, this is something that is not something to ask at all. If there is any regret in the life of the most wise and magical demon king in history, then the failure to lead the iron hoof of the demon army to flatten the world is definitely the thing that he feels most regretful and desperate to accomplish. At the moment, this opportunity seems to be no longer so far away-

The gang of lichs in the Thorn Jungle have found the news that a new round of space gate is about to be opened.

Although no one can clearly explain the timing of the appearance of the Gate of Time and Space, there will be signs of a period of time before it appears or ends, that is, the magic of an area is extremely unstable, and the effect of space and space turbulence occurs intermittently.

The study of magic has always been the strength of the lichs. Since the lich leader Valende came to see the Demon King for this matter, this means that the matter of the time and space gate is likely to be true. After all, that sinister and cunning guy dare not joke about such things, unless he has already studied those obscure ancient magic books and is nervous and wants his own life.

In fact, no one dares to make a fuss about this matter. As a person who has experienced the war 90 years ago, Relton and the others knew very well that the failure of that war was the eternal pain in His Majesty's heart, and he always hoped to avenge this arrow. Now, the opportunity is finally in front of him.

"It seems that there is a big move at last." This sentence was not from Lord Reilton, Duke of Talon and Marshal Barois. When everyone looked up, they found a handsome middle-aged man walking towards everyone. He was graceful and elegant, and was not messy from every inch from the collar to the heel.

Everyone recognized him, Lord Relton called his name, although his tone was a little stiff: "Famir."

The person who came was the leader of the vampire, Lord Famir, one of the six lords of the abyss, and the behemoth that followed his footsteps was also one of the six lords, Zangla, the new king of giants.

"Uncle Ray...Uncle Dun." Zanggra took over the throne of his dead man, and was very close to Relton of the Demon Clan (the two lords Prous and Relton are the direct troops of the Demon King, and the other four lords were later incorporated). The eight-meter-high giant must also lower his head carefully in the vast Demon King Hall to avoid accidentally poking a hole in the ceiling.

"Ah, Zangra, are you doing well recently?" The old lord was much more enthusiastic when he saw this old friend's son than the people in the vampire family. Since he had a falling out with his second wife, the two sides have long since died of old age.

"It's okay, there are... some things to do." Zanggra looked dazed and didn't know how to use his brain, but their bravery is famous, and the warriors of the giants all cost ten.

After this greeting, Duke Taren counted around and found that three of the six lords were present, and there were still three left. He asked casually: "Why didn't you see Zulfania, Valend and Teresia?"

"Valend is probably in His Highness now." Barlowes said suddenly.

This seemingly unintentional sentence made everyone wake up quickly and understand what the marshal said: "Has this guy actually expressed his attitude?"

After Balois said what he said just now, he was like an forgetful old man, looking up at his eyes and stopping talking as if he was sleeping, but the words he said just now were deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts like a brand, unable to dissipate, and he was even more shocked than before when he learned about the Gate of Time and Space.

If the door of time and space is opened, although this is really something to say, it is war.

After all, conquering the world is also the common wish of all the residents of the abyss. There are vast territory and the spoils for the slaves they drive as conquerors. But this matter is difficult to deal with now, because it concerns the throne of the next Demon King. Although the Demon King seems to have plenty of money now, Relton himself knows that they are all old, and perhaps after another war or two, this world will be the world of those young people.

He is a person who can understand it, but the problem is that the devil is not.

This devil, known as the strongest demon king in history, showed his strong personal charm and skills, and also showed some of the disadvantages of the desire for power. He held his authority tightly all the time. In a sense, he was a dictator. Even as he grew older, this tendency became more and more obvious. He was greedy for power. To be honest, Relton occasionally felt like he could not let go, but he was far from reaching the point where the devil king even suspected his son.

This topic is basically a taboo at the top of the kingdom. Lords like Relton with real power, or princes with blood ties like the Duke of Talonia, are cautious and cautious in not letting themselves be involved in the dispute over the kingdom. Because once they join, it will evolve into a terrible kingdom war, and even the originally unified abyss kingdom will be torn apart by the war - the old ministers are very clear in their hearts that the kingdom is not as harmonious as it appears, and the surging undercurrents under it have never really calmed down.

Now that Valend openly got together with the Second Highness, this is clearly a signal.

With such a lesson, I'm afraid the other princes would be unwilling to take action. Who is the target they are trying to win over? It's not that they, the princes and lords who have real power, are reminding them in disguise.

Alas, it's a turbulent time.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and Lord Relton himself was also in a bad mood. He couldn't even take care of his own son well. He had no time to manage other people's business. While he was thinking this, the sound of "tap, tap" came from a distance, which was the sound of entering the venue with his high heels.

This is not a dance floor or a night banquet for the nobles, but a solemn and dignified palace of the Demon King. There is only one guy who dares to be so high-profile that he is almost arrogant.

Looking at the reactions of everyone, they obviously realized who was coming.

"Terihiya." Someone had already shouted out the other party's name.

In front of her was a beautiful woman, wearing an extremely exposed evening dress, two tall and plump balls were exposed in the collar of the high slits. The black gauze skirt on her lower body was translucent, and her plump but well-proportioned legs appeared like shadows as she swayed every step, making people's hearts sway. The most terrible thing is that she also has a worldly face, playful and dignified, and her style is sexy but not as swaying as she is. It's really strange why such a changeable temperament perfectly blends into her alone.

When he saw this person, the first person to say hello was the vampire lord Famir over there. Old Relton once inferred from their *** divine friendship that these two guys must have had an affair before.

"Ms. Teresia." The polite vampire lord saluted his hands to the tall lady walking across from him.

The woman giggled: "Famir, don't keep doing this. Look at the old man Relton's look at you, maybe he even suspects that you are my face."

The two people's names were named. Famir's performance was calm and he smiled slightly without any mind. Instead, the old face of Relton, who was guessing, turned red. He spat: "Bah, Teresia, don't stick gilds to your own face. I'm an old man, you don't seem to be younger than me."

Terishiya frowned slightly on her beautiful face: "What an illegitimate old man, don't you think this is a taboo when talking about women's age?"

However, Relton's statement is not entirely true. After all, the lifespans of species in the abyss are different. Even at the same age, they may be at different ages, and this is obviously the case with the woman in front of them. Of course, no matter what, age is an eternal secret for Teresia.

Relton curled his lips. In fact, he knew that this woman should have nothing to do with Famil. After all, with the personality of this woman, she would never allow anyone to share anything with others - and Famil had a wife for a long time, and it was no secret that he loved his wife deeply.

In other words, she can be promiscuous, but she will never allow her to be unfaithful. If she discovers something like this or that, it must be a very tragic story.

Old Relton didn't want to mess with such irrelevant topics. He planned to ignore this woman simply, but unexpectedly, he heard from the woman's mouth that he could never ignore.

"By the way, old man!" she said charmingly to Relton: "Where is my little love now?"

"Little Love-Man?" Raelton's temper was actually not good, but he was old and began to cultivate his body and character. But after Teresia said this, he couldn't help but curse: "Your Love-Man cares about me!"

Teresia didn't take Relton's annoyance to heart, so she simply ignored her. She just wrapped her arms around her chest and thought: "Forget it, there's nothing wrong in the near future, so I'll go find him in person."

"What are you, a woman, saying?" Old Relton was confused. To be honest, he hated dealing with this woman the most because she and her tribe members have the same virtue, always doing their own things and not listening to others' words at all.

But even more excessively, the woman turned around and left without looking back as soon as she made up her mind.

"Ms. Teresia, the Demon King is coming next..." The Marshal said at least.

"Oh, he came to say hello to me. I'll leave in advance."

The woman waved her hand casually and left in her high heels.

Everyone shook their heads helplessly. If they dared not give face to the devil, this woman might be the first, but no one asked her to stay. In the words of Lord Relton.

If you leave well, staying is a disaster!
Chapter completed!