Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?! Chapter 993 - 844: Codename: Mitian3

The topic finally shifted, and Gale secretly breathed a sigh of relief, probing, "Could it be that it’s been in seclusion for years, and not many know of its existence? With such a major event happening, shouldn’t we contact the insider, as the Demon Realm Alliance’s intelligence is certainly well-inford, and maybe they have more detailed information.

Moreover, with Action Station 7 being breached, should other operations continue? We need more up-to-date information from the alliance to make our next decisions."

The Demon Giant had a face full of questions, "But wasn’t that insider dispatched by the Demon King? Now he is... can the secret post provide us with information?"

The Great Lord sighed and ignored the question, waving them all to leave.

He had to discuss with the other lords whether to impersonate the Demon King and contact the highest-level insider. Originally, it was a Demon Cultivator from the Demon Realm Alliance who contacted the Demon Realm, secretly selling the Wilderness World at a good price, inserting many secret posts.

The highest-level one was the Demon King’s confidant. It was completely unknown whether it was male or female or what position it held in the Demon Realm Alliance; all that was known was that this person’s information was extrely well-inford, and they were efficient in their affairs, with many clandestine invasion arrangents related to them.

Now the Demon King was gone, and an accident had occurred at Action Station 7. There was a risk in impersonating the Demon King to activate the highest insider. If the other party realized the contact was not the Demon King, would it cause more trouble?

"Luo Nanjia, you damn well deserve to die!" the Great Lord gritted his teeth, deeply regretting entrusting such a major task on a whim.

They were indeed a bit too impatient in replacing the Demon King’s personnel, thinking that Luo Nanjia, being a strong reincarnated returnee, would have deeper insights, but who knew he would be so shortsighted!

Hastily entering the quiet chamber, he activated the Magical Treasure to contact the other twelve lords. After a brief discussion, they decided to activate the insider!

After all, the Demon King’s Divine Artifact and Magical Treasure were all in the hands of the Regent Throne, so pretending to contact the insider as him wasn’t difficult. The most important thing now was the operation to invade the Wilderness World, which must proceed as quickly as possible, ideally sealing off and polluting the entire world overnight.

Only then could the billions of Demon Beasts and Demon Cultivators find no escape, and even if only a millionth were converted, the number capable of falling into new Demon Cultivators would be quite considerable.

This was the root of the conflict between the Regent Throne and the Demon King.

The latter advocated polluting and occupying Land Without Master, causing as few beings as possible to fall into demonhood. Even when invading places like the Wilderness World, the Demon King would issue a warning in advance, allowing those Demon Cultivators and Demon Beasts enough ti to relocate.

Such actions indeed maintained cosmic harmony, but honestly, if the Demon Realm’s territory was vast yet lacking enough Demon Cultivators, what was the point?

The Regent Throne consistently believed that the greatness of the Demon Race wasn’t just about the number of worlds the Demon Realm occupied, but about having a greater number of Demon Cultivators. With diverse developnt and hundred schools competing, constantly promoting more High Tier Demon Cultivators through struggle and competition, making them the strongest race beneath the Celestial Realm and above the Netherworld!

Humans and the Demon Race always looked down on the Demon Race, didn’t they?

Then make them all submit to the rule of the Demon Realm. Anyone daring to oppose should prepare for their world to be engulfed, either becoming stray dogs fleeing, dying, or falling into demonhood. This should be the deanor of the rightful Demon Race.

With the Demon King being so soft-hearted, it’s no wonder other races looked down on the Demon Race. Clearly holding the most terrifying weapon yet too weak, he ought to step down!

A mont later, the Demon King’s throne was shrouded by a swirling vortex of Demonic Energy, from which an unidentifiable but authoritative voice erged, "Codena Mi Tian, respond quickly."

In the Wilderness World, in a certain blindingly bright space within the Demon Realm Alliance, a pair of gray vertical pupils suddenly opened.