In the sandstorm, another locust gnawed on the grass and crawled on the ground, crawling up to the old goat's heels.
The locust looked at the old goat suspiciously.
"It's nothing. It's just that a group of believers died in the Colosseum. It won't affect our great cause." The old goat chewed grass and looked down at the locust.
The locusts were motionless.
"And the Colosseum has regenerated the Desire for Killing. We just need to wait for the treasury to be delivered and the ceremony can begin..." As the authority holder of the high altar, the old goat presides over various rituals, so of course the Desire for Killing is needed.
Now that Daimen has killed a group of believers, the old goat can take the opportunity to ask for more.
The locust's wings fluttered.
"You ask me? If the believers died there, of course I would not make life easier for the King of the Colosseum..."
The locust began to struggle, its head swinging rapidly, and then finally a small crown grew on its head, a three-layer gold collar was put on its neck, and it spoke human words.
"The new King of the Colosseum is so capable, but you want to plot against him?" Locust's tone was very arrogant.
"Ni'er... you humans should stay less involved in the devil's affairs." Although the old goat maintains a cooperative relationship with the King of Locusts, he has no unnecessary emotions towards him.
"What we need is the output of the Colosseum, not the King of the Colosseum..."
"These three demon sons killed Okibuki and then re-established order in the Colosseum so quickly..."
"One of my bishops seems to have some relationship with them..."
"They grow very quickly..."
"They're very eye-catching..."
The old goat muttered to himself.
"The gods are reminding me of something."
"They might get involved in faith."
"I will never allow that to happen."
"What are you talking about, the Bone Cart Cult?" Locust looked disgusted, "Oh, a bunch of bone scum..."
The King of Locusts simply looks down upon this new sect that originated in the Holy See and lost its territory.
Even though this sect has spread among the sand people and has escaped the encirclement and suppression by the chieftains many times.
"The matter of faith is not within your jurisdiction." The old goat finally looked directly at the locust at his feet again, "When Tas attacks the Demon King's City, the fire of war must be burned into the empire..."
"Otherwise, you would have no chance to rein in the power of 'humanity' and would never be able to become the king of mankind." The alliance between Lao Goat and Nier was, of course, based on war.
"I have taken control of 60% of the citizens of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. They are all looking forward to the new faith; famine will also spread to the empire from the south and north. Soon, the war will be quick, and it will be very happy..." The locust held the grass.
Stand up like a king.
"But Thosos has received the support of the imperial army to hunt the head of the successor Pope Sistorum... It won't take too long, it really won't be used." The old goat reminded the locust, "When will you report to the empire?
Royal pressure? I need to set up an altar in the Drizzle Corridor."
"Royal family? What royal family? Is there still a royal family in the empire?" Ni'er was touched on a sensitive nerve, "I am the only king..."
The old goat looked at the locusts on the grass showing off their power as if they were mentally retarded.
"When famine begins and war begins, the grandchildren of Tas will feel pressure and despair." Nier climbed up to the top of the grass and looked to the north.
For Nier, it is a land waiting to be gnawed.
"You just need to guarantee our food."
There is no doubt that the food that the old goat can regurgitate must be the food of faith.
"If you have time to arrange another ceremony in the Colosseum, why not go to the Drizzle Corridor now." Ni'er urged the old goat, "The new war is extremely majestic."
"The ceremony of the Colosseum will continue and must continue." The old goat had no intention of letting go of the Colosseum.
"But... I will give this sandstorm to you, and please encroach on the empire's land." The old goat recognized the locust's words and spat out a short piece of grass from his mouth, still stained with white pulp.
The locust held the grass in its hand, like a musician holding a conductor's baton, and waved it to the north.
The sandstorm swept away along the route planned by the baton. Every grain of sand turned into a locust, and its destination was the granary of the Tarth Empire.
"The empire will definitely not be happy...their army and nobles will definitely not be happy either..." Ni'er admired the sandstorm's departure. When he looked up, he found that the old goat had stepped on the sandstorm and disappeared to the north, in the direction of the drizzle corridor.
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The imperial troops in the old Holy See were gathering by train towards the Demon King's City.
The swamps have been filled up by Qihe and the Pioneer Army, and simple railways have been laid out to the edge of Evernight; Split Gold Mountain and the Tietie River have become the empire's new bases, connecting points into lines and connecting sky routes.
Planes are ready to take off and land at any time, pushing the flames of war back to the Demon King's City, where the demons gather.
The war between the empire and the demons is about to begin.
But at this moment, Qihe was not in the camp.
He stood on a cliff outside the Forbidden Forest, looking quietly at the Demon King's City, which was brightly lit and bustling not long ago.
Standing next to Qihe was the unlucky quartermaster in the Battle of Jinshan Mountain.
In order to punish him for his "poor communication" with Qihe, the general specially arranged for him to follow Qihe and become a messenger between the imperial army and the great wizard.
This is of course completely unnecessary.
The quartermaster also knew that he was the human eyeball inserted by the general beside Qihe, so after seeing Qihe's eyes burning and the red color on his robe disappearing for a moment, he asked bravely.
"Please forgive my presumption, where did you go just now?"
The quartermaster doesn't understand magic, but he understands Qihe.
He must have entered the city.
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"You clearly know the answer, but you still ask?" Qihe's eyes were still firmly fixed on the dark city.
"I need to record the direction of the war at all times..." The quartermaster took out his notebook and gave a simple signal to Qihe.
Qihe did not answer the quartermaster's question, and the quartermaster could only write randomly.
Something like "It is speculated that he entered the Demon King's Castle".
"Have you ever seen this?" the quartermaster wrote, Qihe suddenly took out a white bone from the shadow.
There is a deformed eye embedded in the bone.
It's just that the eyeballs seem to be sleeping, the pupils are dilated and unfocused.
It is the broadcast domino produced by the Colosseum - 0 without the inlaid version of the domino.
This is what Qihe picked up from the stands with a fire the moment he entered the city.
"Oh, let me ask..." The quartermaster walked around to the other side of the Qihe River, avoiding the sight of his eyes.
"No need to ask, you will see it soon, the devil's trick..." Qihe played with the domino and seemed to have the urge to crush it, but he resisted.
"This thing will soon be like an infectious disease, spreading to all parts of the empire..." The Seven Rivers Alliance just saw it in the Colosseum. Thinking of what the Clives did in the past, they can naturally guess this little kid.
What potential does a small domino have?
The quartermaster hurriedly recorded and sent a message to the general.
"How many days will it take for the army to be ready?" Qihe asked.
"Supplies and ammunition are on the way...the magic cannon is being set up...it is expected to take another three days." This was the quartermaster's strength, and he quickly gave an answer that was close to the truth.
"Too slow." Qihe shook his head, and suddenly a black shadow walked down from his robe and dived into the eternal night.
"What are you..." The quartermaster was stunned and quickly recorded it in his notebook.
"I'm going to sign up...my war has begun." Qihe, with only six colors left on his robe, stood on the cliff, like a tree and a sword.
"The war is about to begin~"
"What?! Want it again?!"
"Let's party! This New Year, let's have fun~"
The music of the Devil's Ball continued, and Bao'er sat in the upper box and hugged Don Giovanni tightly.