Laughter pierced the sky and reached the ears of countless people.

People looked up at the city wall.

At a glance, everyone was stunned.

Because the one who appeared on that city wall was none other than the Second Prince, whose body was covered in thorns.

His body was swollen, veins bulging, and vines and thorns wrapped around him penetrated deep into his flesh.

His flesh was a bloody mess, his teeth were sharp as blades, and his eyes were shrouded in a deep darkness.

He was no longer a human being, but rather a monster fused with desire and demons.

Just standing on the city wall, the chaotic and distorted aura made everyone feel extremely oppressed.

"What a wonderful scene of harmony between the ruler and his ministers, not bad, not bad."

Upon hearing this sound, Albany's pupils contracted sharply.

He stared in shock at Owesser on the city wall.

"Oweiser!? How could you..."

"My good-for-nothing brother, you seem somewhat surprised?"

Owesser chuckled softly and waved casually.

Immediately afterward, behind him, a massive, jet-black toad demon slammed heavily onto the city wall.

It opened its enormous maw, spewing out an aura of darkness and greed that sent chills down one's spine.

Even where it was, drops of dark, ink-like liquid dripped down, exuding an evil aura.

The greasy smell was overwhelming and permeated the crowd.

Many people's eyes trembled after sensing this aura of greed, and some even bent over to vomit, their stomachs also feeling a spasm.

At the same time, an indescribable feeling of greed also arises in people's hearts.

At that moment, everyone realized that

The Second Prince, is he the sinner who brought in the demon?

"Well, maybe you guys are actually quite clever."

Owesser clapped his hands.

In an instant, the massive city gates of the central district seemed to receive some kind of command.

The gate, which had been swallowed by dark ink, suddenly changed.

The surrounding rocks were torn apart, transforming into a dark gate where statues of people, driven by mad greed, were tearing each other apart.

Bang!

The door burst open with a roar, and a plume of greedy, greasy smoke billowed out.

The sky seemed to become even more oppressive and gloomy as a result.

The open demon gate slowly writhed, and the ink beneath the door frame began to tremble.

Soon, countless small demons with sharp teeth and claws, and hunched bodies, poured out.

They surged forward, jostling each other, bursting forth from the Demon Gate and charging towards the army.

From a distance, it resembles a spreading dark river of ink.

Seeing the scene before him, Oweiser, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, let out a wild, hoarse laugh.

"The gates of hell have been opened wide."

"Demons will continuously pour out from this central district to hinder you!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head, his eyes filled with mockery as he looked at everyone standing on the edge of the central district.

Upon hearing this, everyone showed shock and fear, and a sense of despair spread through the crowd.

Even Albany was no exception; he was also affected by these emotions.

Seeing the panic among the people, Owesser burst into wild laughter, overjoyed, his massive body swaying uncontrollably.

But where his gaze fell, he saw a figure dressed in strange attire.

The man was clearly only wearing a regular recruit's armor, but beneath the helmet was a huge orange roadblock, firmly protecting his head.

The appearance of this person puzzled Albany greatly.

Why is this person dressed so inhumanly?

However, because he was tainted by demonic power, Albany could sense everyone's emotions.

But it was different with this person.

Even though I can't see his eyes,

But Owesser could feel his gaze fixed intently on the gates of hell.

Especially seeing the demons constantly crawling out of it.

His emotions were as if he had seen some precious treasure.

Full of,

Excitement and longing.