"What's this guy talking about?"
"No idea... Seems like he's talking about the sacred dignity of the nobles being unquestionable, sacred and not to be betrayed."
"This guy..."
The fists of the veteran demons clenched unconsciously, grinding their teeth unable to refute, while the irritable Hell Dwarves next to them couldn't help but speak out.
"The sacred dignity of the nobles shouldn't be violated... Do we warriors who have shed blood for Hell have to endure your wanton trampling? You scum, you're the ones betraying the Demon God!"
Burke, who had just co out of the tavern, was already full of anger and saw the Fla Demon Baron there, righteously and eloquently, and imdiately vented his fury.
Hearing Burke's voice, the demons, Hell Dwarves, and even goblins at the bottom level nearby also shouted.
"That's right!"
"The nobles' glory cannot be violated, is our glory not a glory?"
"You coward hiding behind glory! Have you ever spent a single day at the front line?"
"Enjoying the peace's honor yet shalessly... challenging Lord Demon King to a duel! Why don't you go fight the humans on the surface?"
"What?! This guy wants to duel the Demon King?"
"Heh, isn't that right... just a lackey from the hearing."
It's all the fault of Baron Avister's excessive verbiage, and the watching goblins don't have that big a brain circuit; they only rember the parts they want to hear from the clouded ss.
Noble glory, how it's violated... Just those few words.
Coupled with the recent news they've read in the papers, they don't even need to listen to Avister's explanations, their minds automatically construct a "logical" story —
This shaless Baron is defending the nobles' glory!
And the poor Lord Demon King is the target of persecution led by the nobles headed by Baron Avister!
Seeing the furious demons and undead, Baron Avister looked dumbfounded.
Lackey from the hearing, what the hell is that?
But more than being dumbfounded, he was more annoyed inside.
The Black Wind Castle's baron is one thing, how dare these folks talk to him like this?
"You bunch of mutts barking there! Don't you have any work to do?"
The words instantly ignited the demons' fury.
"I'm off work already!"
"Have you ever done any damn work?"
"Damn it... Lord Demon King just spoke two words for us, do you have to kill him rcilessly?"
"Lord Demon God will never support you! By the way... the Demon King was personally appointed by Lord Demon God!"
"If you want to move against our Demon King... step over our corpses first!"
"That's right! Protect Lord Demon King!"
"For the Demon King! For Lord Demon God!"
"Ohoho!"
The saying goes, the more the rrier.
Standing in the midst of the demon crowd, even the most timid goblins beca bold like the Hell Dwarves who drank, not to ntion they've already found the logical legality after a few words — they were defending the dignity of the Demon God!
Under the montum of the demon crowd, the furious Hell Veterans and opportunistic goblins sward towards Baron Avister.
Even with Silver Level strength, Baron Avister panicked for a mont, hurriedly swinging the staff in his hand.
"Fools ignorant of death! Roaring flas, heed my summoning and punish this impudent crowd!"
The roaring flas surged from the ruby-topped staff, condensed on the obsidian-paved road into two strong and robust Fire Elental Spirits.
Their sturdy bodies like walls guarded Baron Avister from front to back, and then their palm as large as a city gate slapped towards the Hell Veterans rushing in.
Several Hell Dwarves were smacked flying, crashing heavily on the ground.
However, before long, dozens of Water Arrows flew from all directions, spraying like urine, making the two Fire Elental Spirits sizzle and smoke, letting out painful wails in the steam.
Baron Avister frantically swung his staff, with dozens of fireballs gathering over his head, yet before he could throw them, he was struck by incoming stones, stumbling back in defeat.
This guy perfectly demonstrated what it ans to be overwheld.
The demons besieging him at most were Fine Steel Level, mostly Black Iron and ordinary, yet after just a few rounds, this Silver Level Fla Demon was already struggling to resist.
"Enough! I will hang all of you! Damn — you are destroying the sacred duel!"
"Wait — this is a misunderstanding! It's about Miss Padric, what hearing are you talking about?"
"Hurry assistant! I'm saying it one last ti! This is your last chance to avoid punishnt! Otherwise —"
"Damn it! Are you even listening at all? Are your brains all like Earth Cave Spiders?!"
Baron Avister roared in frustration, but no one listened to him.
In so sense, this was also a kind of retribution.
This self-centered guy, who never listens to what others say, finally encountered a group of "equal" characters.
These people like him, had less than three lines of "code" in their heads.
And his threats didn't work at all, given the sheer number of demons and undead besieging him, and he himself wasn't a very powerful noble.
Even for appeasing the anger of these Hell Veterans, the Parliant's choice was very likely to turn a blind eye rather than justice for an unimportant person.
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