In the southern part of the Demon Realm, Arisia walked into a building made of huge stones with a gloomy face. On top of this huge pyramid-like building was a towering magic tower. The outer wall of the magic tower was covered with vines, and it looked like
It has a history of hundreds or even thousands of years.
The demon soldiers on both sides helped Arisia push open the heavy door, and the creaking sound echoed in the corridor.
Arisia's combat boots made a clattering sound on the stone slabs, and the torches hanging on the walls on both sides of the dim corridor were beating incessantly.
After walking through the dark corridor and climbing up the spiral steps step by step, she had reached the window where the sunlight was shining in.
A figure in a black robe followed Arisia up the stairs step by step. The two figures walked slowly down the spiral staircase with almost no end in sight.
After walking for who knows how long, a gate appeared in front of Arisia. On both sides of the gate were demon soldiers wearing new armor.
These armors were aided by the Elanthir Empire to Aresia, and only her personal guards and demon soldiers who are completely loyal to her are eligible to wear them.
At least on the surface, these armors are much better than the armors used by the demons before. The demons who got this set of armors really like their new equipment: after all, the new armor is so handsome!
However, these armors are indeed not as good as those armors provided by the Elanthir Empire to the demon servant army. Those armors are truly prepared for war. They have higher defense and are easier to mass produce.
Two demon soldiers with long swords hanging on their waists knelt down on one knee from a distance away and saluted Arisia. Then they stood up when Arisia walked in front of them and pushed Arisia away.
The gate in front of West Asia.
The door slowly opened, and there were already demon generals and some demon officials standing on both sides.
They bowed and saluted Arisia, looking extremely respectful. Although the Demon King showed up late, Arisia has done many practical things for the demons, so she has already gained the love of some demons.
"Your Majesty the Demon King!" "Your Majesty!" When Arisia passed by these demons, these demons all greeted her with piety and respect written on their faces.
However, when they saw an unidentified figure in black robes following Aresia, they all became wary.
Arisia walked to the high platform reserved for her. She walked up step by step, and the man in black following her also walked up the steps.
"Bold! That's the throne of the Demon King!" A demon general held down the sword at his waist and coldly scolded the figure who followed Arisia to the throne.
"It doesn't matter!" Arisia said without looking back. After hearing her words, the demon general reluctantly released his grip on the sword hilt and retreated to where he should be standing.
Arisia, who was wearing fiery red armor, sat down in her seat, and the figure stood aside, overlooking the densely packed group of high-ranking demon clan officials standing under the steps.
"I'm coming back this time! I have something important to do." Arisia looked at her subordinates and said slowly.
Her voice was very pleasant, and it echoed for a long time in the specially built hall, as if it carried supreme majesty.
The older and more superstitious the organization, the more willing it is to build the parliament hall into a similar look. They use the echo to strengthen their sense of authority, so that those below who hear such a sound can't help but respect it.
This is a primitive hypnosis technique that has been used and promoted by many monarchs and religions. However, as time goes by, similar methods no longer have such high special effects.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Arisia actually remembered the scene where she and Chris were talking. It was a very easy-going environment, and what the two people said did not need to be processed similarly.
However, what they talked about seemed to be more direct and sharp. They relied on the facts to convince each other, rather than relying on this boring hypnosis.
When facing a truly strong person, such hypnosis will not have any effect, because the strong believe in strength and impeccable toughness - not being angry and self-defeating is a higher state than the one in front of you.
The majesty created deliberately is much stronger.
At this moment, Arisia seemed to have had enough of seeing the Bugatti Veyron sports car and went home to see her own Nissan Sunny - the feeling was really full of disgust.
"This time I went to the Magic Continent, and I brought back the goodwill of the human emperor Chris." After a few seconds of disgust, Arisia got straight to the point and talked about what she gained from going to Seris City this time.
Her red lips parted slightly, and her graceful voice floated in the air, making people unable to help but want to continue listening.
In fact, Arisia's voice is really full of temptation, enough to make many people who are not strong-willed become addicted to it.
What made her a little regretful was that Chris never seemed to be confused by her voice, and even that annoying guy never showed any expression of appreciation and enjoyment!
No way, Arisia has never seen Princess Jessica, who has a super good voice, so good that even Andrea, who has a sweet voice, is a little envious...
Surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, Chris has seen too many beautiful women and listened to too many beautiful voices, so... he is immune... I can't say whether it is happiness or misery. In short, Chris now feels...
The standards for appreciating beauties and bel canto are frighteningly high.
"Your Majesty! With all due respect... Human beings are still bombing our villages at this moment... We have not felt the kindness of humans towards us." An old demon said, leaning on a cane.
He is a noble in the southern demons and is very prestigious in this city. Arisia appointed him as the manager of the southern region, and he also loyal to Arisia.
"These things are all because of this incident." Arisia threw a document down the steps, and the white paper unique to the Elanthir Empire rattled in the wind.
Because they were nailed together, these documents did not scatter. It drew a beautiful arc and finally fell in front of the old devil's toes.
Before the old demon could bend down, a demon general beside him picked up the document and lowered his head to read it.
After he read the text above, his eyes widened in surprise: "How... how could this be possible? They... they are a bunch of bastards."
The old devil became even more curious about the contents of the document. He snatched the document from the general's hand and read the document carefully.
This document is very detailed, and it also contains some clear color printed photos. These photos contain on-site records, as well as photos of the bodies of Mark and others who were killed by the demon.
"..." After reading the contents of the document, the old devil felt as if all his strength had been drained away.
He staggered a little embarrassedly, then looked up at Arisia: "Your Majesty the Demon King! If something like this happens... we have no way... we... we have to explain to them..."
Almost all the demons present scoffed at this statement. Of course they knew that what humans wanted at this time might not just be an explanation.
Those humans didn't even need demon captives before. They came for revenge, so they didn't mind finding an excuse to drive out the demons once again!
Arisia and the other demons present all had only one thing in mind: How to make humans give up once again and eradicate the demons.
For them, this is a problem. In the past, they would have clamored to kill all humans, but now, after eating instant noodles and bread sausages for two months, the demons here can no longer give birth.
The idea of a fight to the death came up.
"I have already explained it to His Majesty Chris, the Emperor of Humanity! Let's talk about our own problems first!" Irisia said: "We have given up the belief in the origin of magic... At this time, we must
We need to strengthen our stance."
"In the past, we believed that the origin of magic was like a god, and could lead us to victory!" She looked at the ministers at her feet, and continued: "We could conquer other races and regard them as lambs... so the slaughter,
Slave at will..."
"But we were wrong! We ourselves are the lambs, we ourselves are the slaves! In front of the origin of magic, we have always been slaughtered lambs and exploited slaves!" She stood up from her throne,
Went to the edge of the stairs.
She stopped moving forward, so she did not go down the steps. She just stood on the edge and continued to speak: "The origin of magic has not brought us any progress, but it has continued barbarism and ignorance to this day."
Her words were deafening and echoed throughout the hall: "So we must resist! This is our destiny!"
"We don't need to linger on the backward, lack of food, and lack of clothes in the past! We have to face a better future!" Arisia spread her arms, full of confidence: "We will no longer worry about farmland, as long as we are willing to cultivate it
There will be endless land for cultivation! We can have more food and more and better clothing!"
When she said these words, every word made the eyes of the audience below brighten. These real benefits are much more tempting than the pie painted by the origin of magic, right?
After all, no matter how well the cake is painted and how tempting it is, if you can only look at it without eating it, over time it will no longer be considered a cake.
This is also the main reason why the rule of the origin of magic has problems so quickly.
