"Snap—"
With a short, crisp sound, the letter disappeared into the light of the teleportation array, flying to where it needed to go...
...
At the sa ti, the teleportation array in the Great Graveyard.
An undead crow, flapping its skeletal wings, carried a letter imprinted with the Lord Demon King's emblem to the depths of the maze, emitting a spine-chilling sound as it flew.
"Caw—! The Lord Demon King's command!"
"The front lines need food supplies! Deliver swiftly!"
Within a few short breaths, the order spread throughout the maze, and the demon generals under the Demon King gathered beneath the throne in the Audience Hall.
"The front lines? Food supplies? When did our diligent Lord Demon King start to expand the supre Hell's territory again?" A shadowy purple magic robe erged from the shadows, a graceful figure suddenly appearing beside the column of the Audience Hall.
The visitor was none other than the "Thorny Demon General," Bransia.
Her alluring face bore a playful smile as her beautiful eyes road over the demon generals.
"Any insights, my esteed colleagues?"
The "Blood Blade Demon General," Glak, standing beneath the throne with his battle axe, glanced at her. Hot air wafted from under his protruding fangs, releasing a warning aura.
"No idea."
This audacious woman took advantage of Desperate City's status within the maze, constantly exploiting the law-abiding demon generals in the absence of the Demon King.
He didn't need to stoop to her level, but he wouldn't let her underestimate his clan—the Blood Blade Clan might not be wealthy, but they're not to be trifled with!
Not too far from Thanos, a half-human-sized, ghostly blue beetle crawled out from the shadows. A raspy voice and chilling air drifted from its mandibles as multifaceted eyes scanned over its comrades.
"Valgur stands ready for the Demon King's orders... As for food, our food, that esteed figure may not find it appealing."
It was a replica of "Cold Iron Demon General" Valgur.
Due to the enormity of its main body, Valgur could not co to the Audience Hall for the Demon King's orders; it had to send its duplicate instead.
Additionally, being an insect, it and its clan mainly feed on other insects, demon beast feces, and corpses, so they typically manage their own food supply.
"Shadow Demon General" Thanos showed a disdainful expression, stepping away from the slly, cold bug.
Sensitive to scents, standing by this guy spoiled his nose.
"I'm more worried that His Majesty might be in trouble… Normally, he wouldn't request our help for such trivial matters."
Thanos couldn't help but ponder whether there was a deeper aning behind the scenes.
Like –
The prelude to mobilization.
In contrast to Thanos' deep contemplation, Bransia's face showed eagerness, as she goaded them with her words.
"The position of the teleportation array appears not far from here, should we go check it out?"
Glak shot her a sideways glance.
"Don't do unnecessary things."
Bransia pursed her lips in a smile.
"Where? I rely wish to ease the worries for our esteed Majesty."
"Hehe…" Thanos snorted through his nose, wearing an insincere, playful expression on his face.
He knew the Pain Demon's petty sche all too well, solely wanting to curry favor before His Majesty, monopolizing the Lord's affections.
What a coincidence.
Their thoughts aligned.
Though they didn't know how the esteed figure did it, long ago they discovered his secret—he could elevate a demon's Soul Level.
Perhaps not only demons.
Overall, this incredible ability was sothing all demons cherished, and he'd willing to give anything for a chance to reach Diamond Level before dying!
Once reaching Diamond Level, his soul would enter the ranks of high-level demons, he'd never be reincarnated in this rural place again, nor into this half-beast-half-demon body.
Thanos wasn't a pureblood "Shadow Demon," only half of his blood ca from noble demons, while the other half from lowly, crude beastn.
"We should better hurry and complete the task for His Majesty."
The leader of the Gray Wind Tribe, Terrell Moonblade, coughed lightly, glancing around at the surrounding colleagues, expressing his idea, "Since everyone wishes to demonstrate loyalty to the Demon King, I propose we jointly—"
"The food has already been delivered."
A sudden voice ca from above the demons, interrupting their conversation.
Bransia was taken aback, looking bewilderedly back, only to see a small demon seated atop a nearby lampstand, lazily admiring its nails.
"?! When?"
Thanos and Glak also looked at the small demon, squinting their eyes slightly.
Only Terrell, who had a good rapport with the Land of Nightmare, sighed with a wry smile, shrugging his shoulders in a "pretend I didn't speak" manner.
"Certainly, when you all were arguing."
Qianqian's voice carried a trace of sarcasm, seemingly mocking their petty squabbles. Her gaze finally shifted from her red nails to rest on Bransia.
"Don't you feel foolish? While the Demon King is waiting to dine, you're squabbling over who delivers the food! No need for discussion, we in the Land of Nightmare will handle it all!"
A bunch of ungrateful bunch.
That esteed person has never treated any of you unfairly!
Valgur: "..."
Confronted by Qianqian's map cannon, Terrell's expression beca sowhat nuanced.
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