Chapter 251 He is Everywhere

Just as Luo Yan had expected, the chaos in Black Wind Fort was not limited to Black Wind Fort.

In just half a day, the aftermath of the chaos spread to the nearby Magic City, causing an uproar throughout the Magic City.

The Magic City Daily was the first to officially report on the epidemic.

The Abyss Times, on the other hand, got first-hand information and once again took the lead from the perspective of the lower-level demons.

Not only did they dig deep into the background of the plague and unrest, they also pointed the finger at the struggle between the Dragun family and the Demon King of Thunder County, which was no longer a secret, and implicitly pointed out that the destruction of the magic crystal cannon factory and the new equipment production line in Black Wind Castle was a blatant betrayal!

Of course, what they said was true. The Dragun family had taken advantage of the war between Hell and the surface humans from the very beginning... But for Hell and humans, who hasn't done something similar to each other? This was actually the least important thing.

But just like the Dragun family talked about the mobility of the magic crystal cannon, when there are people important enough who need it to be important, it, which is as light as a feather, can be more important than anything else.

Especially at this critical juncture when the Dragun family is about to be put on the scale.

That’s not all.

In line with the principle of going all out, the "famous journalist" Miss Elsabel dug up the incident in Port Saldo more than a month ago and attacked the fact that General Cebes was a former subordinate of Zacro Dragon.

Participating in the struggle of big men as a commoner is a suicidal act whether in the Oss Empire or in Hell, but Elsabel did it anyway.

This is certainly not because she is not afraid of death.

Instead, someone assured her that the masterminds involved in this incident were dead and they would soon be trampled under ten thousand feet.

She didn't have to worry about being retaliated against by the Dragun family after they had recovered from their shock, because they didn't need her to do anything to hurt them.

Elsabel hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to take a gamble.

Her current position in the newspaper is entirely because everyone believes that she has a connection with the Demon King, and can obtain information that ordinary reporters cannot obtain through that big shot, and can write reports that ordinary reporters cannot write.

If she lost this relationship, she would lose everything she has now in a minute, whether it was Lulu's flattery or the company boss's courtesy.

Of course, she finally made up her mind because she had a good impression of the Demon King.

Those who followed him seemed to be living well, and he would never let an insignificant person like himself do things that would surely lead to his death... such as jumping out to join the team when the situation was still unclear and going after General Cebes's ass.

Even though they had just met at that time, and I had not left a good impression on him when we first met, and he still had my "handle" in his hand.

When being beaten, he took it all on his own, and when eating meat, everyone came together... I'm afraid there's no such good leader in the whole hell! If she hadn't found something she could do on the front line, she would have even wanted to go to the cemetery to join this adult!

Boiling public opinion is burning on the edge of the Demon City, and the voices of dissatisfaction are far more than just the lower-level demons. The middle-level and even high-level demons are increasingly uneasy about the behavior of the Dragun family, and their complaints have turned into blatant dissatisfaction.

It is true that Luo Yan took advantage of the Black Wind Castle's interests, but it would be an exaggeration to say that other demons did not benefit from it at all.

The raw materials for producing magic crystal cannons come from the nearby Greystone Ridge mining area. The suspension of production at the magic crystal cannon factory will directly affect the mining income of several Baron Ridges next door. The daily lives of the hundreds of thousands of workers gathered in Black Wind Castle are also a huge piece of cake in itself.

They are like a piece of flesh growing on the body of the devil. Even if they are inconspicuous in normal times, they will bleed if they are stabbed with a knife.

Besides, it is no longer a question of whether there will be bloodshed or not. The direction of public opinion is heading in the direction of getting out of control.

A demon king who spreads corruption for the Demon God externally and speaks for the frontline soldiers internally, is not only suppressed by the aristocratic forces within the Demon City, but this evil aristocrat also despicably poisons the Demon God's territory and kills the Demon God's people!

They really had no solid evidence to prove this, but did the gentlemen at the hearing produce any evidence when they blamed the disastrous defeat at Port Saldo on the magic crystal cannon?

Isn't that a hypothesis? At least their hypothesis is more logical, even if the logic contains some simple wishes...

…

In the Magic City, deep inside the Parliament Building, sits a solemn and dignified meeting hall.

This meeting hall is located in an unknown corner of the Parliament Building, and only members of the core power circle of the Magic City are qualified to set foot in it.

It is said that this is the place closest to His Majesty the Demon God, apart from the temple in the center of the Demon City and the offices of the cabinet ministers.

In the past, hearings involving general matters of Hell would only require one congressman to be present to oversee.

The door of this supreme meeting hall will only be opened when the topic under discussion involves the most core power level of hell.

Not only that, meetings held here need to be supervised by at least two cabinet ministers and attended by five or more high-level demons.

No matter what the result of the meeting is, it will be regarded as the unanimous opinion of all factions in the Demon City and the will of His Majesty the Demon God himself, and all demons will abide by it unconditionally.

There is only one exception -

That was a civil war! The dark blue flames danced on the walls, casting an elusive and strange shadow. The thick magical barriers were layered like a silent fortress, completely isolating all prying eyes.

Inside the conference hall, a semicircular obsidian table was lit by dim candlelight.

In the center of the long table, a huge floating crystal projected the image of Black Wind Castle.

In the twisted flames, there stood collapsed ruins and broken streets. Densely packed goblins were plundering everything they could like loots. The chaos was just like the human society on the surface.

That was the image captured from the air by an officer of the Intelligence Department using a video crystal.

When the guards of Black Wind Castle gathered to suppress the chaotic goblins, it was an hour after the chaos occurred.

"…This is what happened. It was said that the cause was a plague, and based on the evidence we collected from Professor Edonia's magic workshop at the Demon Academy, we were able to confirm that the cause of the plague was a potion called Corrupted Blood."

The Minister of Intelligence swallowed his saliva, glanced at his immediate superior nervously, and then continued speaking at a rapid pace.

"The struggle between the Lord of Black Wind Castle and the Dragun family is already an open secret. Even the civilians of Black Wind Castle have noticed it. So the poison acted as a fuse to ignite the piled-up gunpowder barrels. The irrational goblins directly targeted the major local chambers of commerce."

“Is it possible that the Lord of Black Wind Castle directed and performed this show himself?” A nightmare demon in a dark red robe whispered to himself, with suspicion flashing in his eyes.

However, just as he finished speaking, the senior judge from the Ministry of Truth shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"The Lord of Black Wind Castle submitted key evidence of the Dragun family's involvement. When the plague broke out, Zakro Dragun's servants tried to kill the president of the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce. According to the latter's own statement in the video, he was indeed involved in the poisoning..."

"Where is that guy?" The nightmare demon in a dark red robe asked immediately, "He is a key witness. If we can find him, maybe we can get more details."

The Senior Arbiter looked at him, then at the Minister of Intelligence.

The latter raised his chin and pointed at the crystal in the middle of the conference table.

"He was on the run for fear of crime, and encountered a mob on his way out of Black Wind Castle... He is probably hanging on a street lamp now."

“…”

"So his last words are probably the only evidence?"

"Ye Ge's body is one of them. Combined with the recent activities of the Dragun family in the Black Wind Castle area, I think this can be regarded as irrefutable evidence... If this is not enough to prove that they premeditated the poisoning, I'm afraid they won't take risks in the suburbs of the Magic City next time!"

There were whispers around the conference table, some of which turned into arguments.

But most people agree that -

This fight has gone too far!

Especially the Dragun family. They made things bigger and bigger time and time again, turning the originally secret struggle into a scandal known to everyone. Even if they wanted to clean up their mess, they couldn't.

Two ministers from the cabinet - Minister of Intelligence Karamos Melusine and Minister of Religion Gorgio Solon - sat at the two ends of the long table, one on the left and one on the right, watching everything with grim eyes.

As a succubus, even in this tense atmosphere, Calamos still maintained the calmness and elegance of a noble. He was wearing an exquisite dark blue robe, and the golden embroidery on the collar depicted the administrative seal of the Magic City.

As the direct superior of the Magic City Intelligence Department and other departments, he is in charge of the entire Magic City's public security, administration and intelligence systems.

At this moment, his slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, but more of deep thought.

“…It’s a mess.”

He sighed softly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, interrupting the increasingly fierce argument on the conference table.

"I understand that the Dragun family is unhappy about losing their territory, but... isn't this a bit over the line?"

As he spoke, Kalamos turned his gaze across the conference table - the Minister of Religion in the Cabinet.

The lich exuding the aura of the underworld was silent at the moment, with translucent dark green soul fire slowly burning in his eye sockets. He was covered with a heavy robe, and an obsidian gem was inlaid on his chest, symbolizing the highest authority of the Ministry of Truth.

His voice was deep and cold, as if it came from the deepest part of the sea.

"This is no longer just a matter of crossing the line, but an act of completely and deliberately destroying the order of Hell!"

His eyes slowly swept across the conference room, his gaze fell on the ministers present, and he continued in a majestic and old voice.

"…Whether it was poisoning the water source or deliberately causing chaos in Black Wind Castle, this has already shaken the foundation of Hell's rule."

As a lich who has lived for a thousand years, he speaks very little but has great power.

After all, most of the time, his opinions were consistent with the Demon God's position—

That is, no matter how the several families fight, they cannot shake the demons in hell's faith in the devil.

Let alone shake the foundation of His Majesty Bayali! The ministers discussed in a low voice, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn for a while, but it was much more relaxed than before.

Not every demon can be sure of the Demon Lord's intentions at the first moment, but now that two cabinet ministers have expressed their opinions, it undoubtedly means that the Demon Lord is not on the side of the loyal Dragun family this time.

The human who was born in the temple, who dared to step forward in times of crisis and take over the Demon King of the Thunder County Labyrinth - he was worthy of the grace of the Demon God.

An official from the Ministry of War in a black robe was the first to break the silence, saying in a cold voice: "The Dragun family has gone too far! Black Wind Castle is a satellite city of the Magic City, and it is also an important military production base! And what did they do? Bribing a group of goblins to poison another group of goblins! I can't stand it! In any case, this chaos has threatened the war preparedness transportation on the front line. If our supply line collapses, the consequences will be immeasurable!"

"Someone must be held accountable for this!" Another minister slammed the table hard.

"Kamu Dragun must be arrested!" someone shouted angrily, "He is the head of the Dragun family and must be held accountable for this!"

Looking at the ministers who expressed their opinions one after another, Karamos had a bright smile on his face, but the coldness in his eyes did not diminish much.

Given the situation of the Dragun family, the patriarch who is held accountable is probably pretending to be ignorant even though he knows the truth.

"Hehe...you and I both know that Kamu Dragun is just an idiot, and the real mastermind behind this is someone else."

He looked around the room, his voice slightly hoarse, "According to the information our intelligence department has, the one who actually planned all this is Zacro Dragun."

There was a commotion in the conference hall.

"Zakro?" A high-ranking demon from the Ministry of Finance frowned slightly and said hesitantly, "That elder? But... I remember that he has already retired. He resigned from all his positions a century ago and handed over all the power and title to his child Reggie Dragun."

As he spoke, the high-level demon secretly glanced at Gorigo Soran who was sitting at the other end of the conference table.

This minister could not be considered as Dragun's backer, but Zakro had a deep connection with him.

"Heh." Karamos noticed his little move, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but pretended not to see it, revealing a meaningful smile, "A retired old man, writing letters to the front every now and then, this doesn't look like a retired old man at all."

As he spoke, he threw a letter on the table. It was the private letter that General Sebes sent to the rear two months ago.

In that private letter, General Cebes vaguely mentioned the problem of poor mobility of the magic crystal cannons sent to the front line.

Although it was just a private complaint, as an officer on the front line, he should not have written such things in a letter.

Seeing the letter thrown on the table, the pupils of the high-level demon from the Ministry of Finance shrank slightly, and the other high-level demons present also sat up straight involuntarily.

Grigor Soren turned his gaze towards Kalamos, and the flames swaying in his skull swayed slightly.

“…You even got this letter.”

Karamos nodded slightly, facing the demon statue on the wall, and said respectfully.

"For the safety of Hell, I have the obligation to check some suspicious letters for His Majesty the Demon God."

Goligo said expressionlessly.

"Then why did you take it out now?"

Karamos gave a sheepish smile.

"Well... to be honest, I just found it 'accidentally' recently."

Goligo didn't say anything, but just stared at him for a while, then moved away his pupils that were burning with the dark fire.

Calamos made a relieved expression, but everyone present knew that it was just the performance art passed down from the ancestors of the Melusine family. No one would be naive enough to think that a demigod-level demon would be scared by another demigod-level lich.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Karamos shrugged regretfully.

Then he slowly folded his hands, leaned back in his chair, and his originally gentle eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Then I'll get straight to the point. The evidence in the hands of the Intelligence Department proves that Kamu Dragun is just a puppet family leader. As an accomplice, his incompetence caused this disaster and he deserves to be punished. However, we also cannot let the real criminal go. He is Zacro Dragun, the real culprit who conspired with frontline officers to concoct the Port of Saldo tragedy!"

The sound was like a bolt of thunder that pierced the darkness, lingering on the silent conference table for a long time.

The atmosphere at the conference table became heavy again. Some high-level demons who couldn't stand the pressure couldn't help but wipe the sweat from their foreheads.

The cabinet plans to take action against the Dragun family!

And this time it’s serious!

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While the demons were trying to guess the Minister of Intelligence's intentions, they were also secretly observing the Minister of Religion's reaction.

Goligo didn't seem enthusiastic about saving Zakro, but maybe he was weighing the pros and cons. After all, no one could understand the expression of the undead unless the undead laughed out loud on their own initiative.

As for Karamos, the attitude seems a bit aggressive.

Although it is one thing that the Dragun family went too far, it is hard not to wonder whether there is another force lobbying behind this.

In any case, the chess piece that Zakro had placed in front of him completely lost its function, and the clues from the Demon Intelligence Department directly penetrated the armor that the former had carefully set up.

It was precisely for this reason that the demon who had originally intended to speak a few words for the Dragun family unconsciously suppressed the urge to speak and chose to wait and see what would happen.

The demons who coveted the resources in the hands of the Dragun family began to breathe rapidly, and a glimmer of greed gradually appeared in their eyes.

The lifespan of a demon is so long that if someone wants to sit on a chair, they have to wait for more than a hundred years.

The fall of one Dragun family would free up at least hundreds of chairs that symbolize power! If the magic crystal cannon factory in Black Wind Castle is just a piece of cake, then this is hundreds of barns.

As for the port of Saldo?

What's the point of knocking that thing down? Can it be used to trade with humans? And we have to send a devil who doesn't care about his life to guard it! The atmosphere in the conference room was strange and uncertain. Some people were hesitant, while others were sharpening their knives.

Gorgio Soran listened in silence, as if he had been weighing the pros and cons for a long time.

Finally, perhaps having made up his mind, he slowly raised his head, and the cold fire of his soul flickered slightly.

"Whether it's the head of the family or the mastermind behind the scenes... they must pay the price for their stupidity!"

His voice was like an echo from the depths of a tomb, without a trace of emotion. "Since Zacro Dragun is suspected of being involved, arrest him as well!"

The conference room suddenly fell silent, followed by murmurs and whispers.

After a moment, Karamos smiled, as if he had expected this answer.

"...Now that the Minister of Religion has spoken, this matter will be easy to handle."

He clapped softly, his smile somewhat playful.

"Then, the next question is how to carry out the arrest. If you don't mind, the Military Intelligence Department is willing to serve. After all, this involves the troops on the front line--"

Gorigo Soran slowly stood up, glanced at everyone indifferently, and said in a voice that left no room for doubt.

"This is a betrayal of His Majesty the Demon God. The Ministry of Truth should take action and send the Judge to punish the traitors of Hell."

Karamos narrowed his eyes, then chuckled: "Oh? Looks like this is a done deal."

Gorigo Soran did not answer, but turned slowly, and his figure turned into a wisp of cold soul fire and disappeared into the air.

In the conference hall, the ministers exchanged complicated glances with each other and silently conveyed their opinions.

At this moment, in the closed meeting room of Magic City, a decisive decision has been made.

Betrayer, their end is coming! At the same time, in the temple in the center of the Demon City, a long and low death knell slowly rang under the moonlight, and the solemn bell echoed in the quiet streets. Hearing the solemn bell, passers-by stopped and cast surprised and awed eyes towards the temple in the center of the Demon City.

Guided by the bell, the armored Death Knights stepped out slowly. They wore armor engraved with ancient inscriptions, and the dark green soul flames jumped silently under their helmets, just like war horses galloping on the battlefield!

Behind them, the judge in a red robe had a sullen face and exuded a suffocating majesty.

The demons and undead along the way all moved aside and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the overly dazzling magic light.

There were whispers among the crowd.

There is no doubt that there is only one thing that could make the Ministry of Truth take action at this time...

The Dragun family is in danger! Above the Demon City, the purple crystal dome is flashing with strange light, just like the eyes of the devil.

At the same time, on Ghost Street in the western part of Magic City, Luo Yan walked into the temple where Priest Jeffrey worked, carrying the cakes and fruits he bought on the road.

It was just the end of prayer time and the children were playing under the statue of the devil.

Seeing Luo Yan walking into the church carrying souvenirs, the eyes of the slimes, tentacle monsters and other demon children lit up and they all swarmed over.

"It's the Devil!"

"Ohhh! The devil is coming! We are saved!"

"Big bread! Big bread! It's mine!"

"Quick! Someone come and play the hero!"

“Why me!”

"You are the most human!"

"But, the Demon King looks quite similar."

"Shut up! Our respected Demon King is obviously the highest-ranking devil! Drag him out!"

"Alright, alright, go play somewhere else and don't disturb Mr. Luo Yan."

Looking at these noisy children, the demon nun who hurried over looked at Luo Yan apologetically, then pulled the children to the dormitory next door.

"It's okay. I think they are having a lot of fun. There's no need to disturb them... By the way, could you please take these things to the kitchen for me?"

Luo Yan smiled and grabbed the demon nun, and handed her the bags in his hands and the slime cub hanging on his shoulders that was trying to eat him.

"I'm so sorry... to trouble you again." The demon nun said apologetically after taking the things.

"It's nothing. I'm the one causing you trouble." Luo Yan smiled and waved his hand, then coaxed away the little ones who were clamoring to play the role of the devil's servants, and walked to the end of the rows of benches.

Priest Jeffrey was sitting on a bench, praying quietly facing the demon statue.

Looking at Luo Yan who was sitting next to him, a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"You're here, how are you doing?"

Luo Yan said with a smile.

"I'm fine. I was quite busy before. I just had some free time, so I thought of coming to see you. I wonder how you are doing?"

Reverend Jeffrey said with a smile.

"I've been fine, especially seeing that you've finally grown up, I feel a lot more relaxed."

Luo Yan touched his nose embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry to trouble you."

"This is not a trouble, but my wish. Of course, it is also your mother's wish..." Priest Jeffrey shook his head and cast his gaze towards the statue in front of him, as if he was silently communicating with the demon that only he could see.

Luo Yan didn't say anything, just quietly accompanied the old man. Youyou was floating nearby, looking at the temple curiously... It had been very interested in this before, wondering if it wanted to get one for itself.

As if he suddenly thought of something, a smile suddenly appeared on Priest Jeffrey's face, and he spoke in a very soft voice.

"Oh, there's something I almost forgot to tell you."

Luo Yan asked with interest.

"What's up?"

Reverend Jeffrey said with a smile.

"Remember when you were little, I always wanted you to inherit this temple?"

Luo Yan was slightly stunned and said with a helpless smile.

"You're not still thinking about this now, are you?"

"I have long given up counting on you," Priest Jeffrey said unhappily, then paused for a moment and continued in a gratified tone, "But recently, I found another child who is suitable to inherit this temple."

"Is it that child?" Luo Yan turned around and looked at the child who looked most like a human.

Rather than saying that he looks like a human, it’s more like he is a human, except that his eyes are red, which is relatively rare for humans.

"Yes." Father Jeffrey nodded with a smile.

He once planned to hand over the temple to Luo Yan's mother, but many things happened later.

"Very good." Luo Yan was sincerely happy for him. After all, he had no interest in life in the temple.

Pastor Jeffrey looked at him, thought for a moment, and suddenly spoke.

"Do you know why most of the acolytes in the Demon City Temple are humans?"

"To find a stable job for protecting animals?" Luo Yan said casually.

"You are talking nonsense again," Jeffrey glared at him unhappily, then clasped his hands together in front of his chest, with a pious look on his face, as if praying, and slowly continued, "... because that was our original appearance. A long, long time ago, we once shared the same body, the same face, and even the same soul."

When Luo Yan was studying at Demon King Academy, he had heard a similar theory.

In the past more distant than the First Age, whether it was Goblins or Demons, whether it was Imperials or Campbells, they were all once the same ancient people.

But as time went by, under the joint influence of countless subconscious and conscious factors, some people gradually changed into different shapes and formed new ethnic groups.

This is what is called appearance is determined by the mind.

But in the final analysis, that is just one of many theories, and no one knows what the truth is.

Reverend Jeffrey continued in a reverent voice.

"…In order to stabilize our spirits, to prevent our consciousness from drifting in the boundless sea, and to prevent us from being exiled into the void by our ever-expanding ambitions. So He was born, as our anchor, our mirror, our soul…to lead us to the future we desire."

Luo Yan replied thoughtfully.

"So where is He?"

Priest Jeffrey smiled faintly, glanced at the bustling temple, then looked out the window and gave an answer that seemed both affirmative and ambiguous.

“He is everywhere.”

(End of this chapter)