Chapter 254 Completely crazy!
Mordu, the residence of the Ankeyin family.
This manor, shrouded in shadow and mist, is like a materialized mystery, with not even a trace of light or shadow revealed.
At this moment, in the reception room of the manor, Ammons Anken was receiving his cabinet colleague, Ike Ferm.
As the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Demon City, the entire administrative affairs of Hell are in the hands of this demigod-level nightmare demon.
In a place like the Magic City, the parliament is a place for games, equivalent to the front line between hell and humanity.
As for matters that are no longer suspense, they are usually not settled in a certain room in the Parliament Building. Often an elegant tea party or casual conversation is enough for the devils who really control the overall situation to reach a consensus on key issues.
Just like now, the atmosphere between the two demons is very relaxed. If you only look at the surface, you can't tell that this is a conversation about the future division of power in the magic city.
…As expected, as early as two months ago, I had a strong premonition that our parliament was going to add a chair.” Ammons had a smile on his face, as if everything was expected.
Ike picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said slowly.
"I was quite surprised. I didn't expect that Festin would write him a letter of recommendation in person...recommending a baron to enter the parliament, and this title was just obtained last year."
The full name of Hell's Parliament is "The place where His Majesty the Demon God and his servants discuss hell affairs." In other words, it is the House of Nobles. Those under 20 years old are not allowed to enter, and only those with noble titles can be recommended.
From these two perspectives, the Demon King of Thunder County just barely meets the standards.
Of course.
This is just a standard on the table. There are too many nobles who meet the requirements, especially in a place like the Magic City. If you just pick up a stone and throw it on the street, you may hit one.
Ike does not deny that a young man who can bring the Dragon family into such a big mess will undoubtedly be able to secure his place in the whirlpool of power in the Magic City.
This is actually the most critical thing.
Seeing that Ike had no objection, Ammon immediately understood what his colleague was thinking, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.
Speak the truth.
He thought so too.
"The Baron is actually not a problem. He is indeed a bit younger in age, but judging from the way he handles things, I think youth will be his advantage."
"Indeed." Ike nodded, and suddenly changed the subject and said, "However, since the Dragon family has fallen, their position in the parliament...don't you think it should be moved?"
Ammons said with a smile.
"It's too early to talk about this now, let's discuss it later."
Ike gave him a meaningful look, but said nothing more.
It is obvious that the Ankeyin family does not want to be involved in this incident that has nothing to do with them.
And if he only relied on his own strength and that of the Ferm family, it would probably not be an easy task to take away a piece of loot from the Melusine family and the Padrich family.
Originally, he wanted to bring this guy together, but now it seems that he might as well forget it.
Seeing that Ammons was not interested in his proposal, Ike changed the topic.
"I didn't expect that Goligo actually gave up Zacro."
Ammons smiled softly, picked up the tea cup on the table with his index finger, and took a sip.
"Isn't that normal? A long time ago, I thought that the old man of the Dragon family has gone crazy. A waste who can't even handle the internal affairs of the family. Important chess pieces are alienated with just a few words. He actually dares to covet the authority in the hands of His Majesty the Demon God... I think he has probably lived too long and is tired of it."
Ike continued.
"But he is a student of Gollico after all."
Ammons raised his eyebrows and made an indifferent expression.
"So what, our respected "Lich Minister" has not wiped his butt enough?"
Ike was silent for a long time and nodded.
"That's right."
…
On the other side, at the Melusine family's manor, at a familiar time and place, Hell's Intelligence Minister Karamos was sitting at a tea table covered with a velvet tablecloth, enjoying afternoon tea.
The air is filled with the faint fragrance of honey and tea, and the elegant sound of the piano flows slowly in the room.
Everything here is the same as two months ago. The few differences are that the handsome and elegant old friend sitting across the table has been replaced by an immortal mummy, and there is a bit more stale smell in the air.
"I didn't expect that you would actually come to see me in person. It seems that you have finally made up your mind." Karamos had a cheerful smile on his face and glanced at Golgo Sauron, the religious minister who was as cold as a tomb sitting opposite.
Different from Calamos, there was not much expression on Goligo's face, and there was not even the slightest fluctuation in the green soul fire burning in his skull.
Not only that, what was placed in front of him was not a teacup, but a unique-shaped incense burner filled with unknown powder...or an urn.
After sinking for a while, the silent corpse finally spoke slowly and said its first words after meeting.
…"The matter of Sebes will be left to you."
Seeing that he did not mention Zacro, but instead mentioned an insignificant role, Karamos raised his eyebrows slightly, with a playful smile on his handsome face.
"Reason?"
"For the order and stability of hell."
Goligo's expression did not change at all, and his tone was even more calm, just like talking about the weather tomorrow.
Looking at those charming eyes, the lich who had lived for a thousand years continued speaking unhurriedly.
"If the Ministry of Truth tries Sebes in the name of betraying Hell, it would be equivalent to admitting the conspiracy behind Port Sardo. This will not only affect the morale of the front line, but also shake the faith of the demons in the middle and lower levels, and even affect the stability of Hell..."
"This is not simple."
Not wanting to hear his high-sounding reasons, Karamos chuckled and interrupted him.
"Just say that he was bribed by the empire of mankind and took refuge in the false gods on the surface."
Goligo said expressionlessly.
"This accusation requires more serious evidence, and it will affect his reincarnation after death. Do you think he will accept it?"
The evidence...
Karamos disagrees.
He would not naively think that this old guy who had lived for a thousand years would care whether a gold-level terror would be a goblin or a devil in his next life, nor would he think that there was really an innocent heart behind that meticulous mask.
Evidence.
If that thing had been useful, there would never have been the subsequent "Blackwind Castle Plague" and "Goblin Riots".
"Just say it, you want to make a deal with him."
"This is not a deal, it is for His Majesty the Demon God. Compared with a traitor who betrayed the Demon God, being imprisoned for corruption is obviously more suitable as an explanation, no matter who it is."
Goligao looked directly into Karamos's eyes and continued calmly.
"Of course, this will not change his crime in any way, nor will the punishment of the Dragon family, but we talk about this matter behind closed doors, so there is no need for outsiders to see the joke. In exchange, I can vote in favor of Mr. Festing's proposal... to approve Luo Yan's entry into the parliament."
Karamos knew that this guy was not doing it for the devil, nor for hell, nor for the Dragon family or a little person named Sebes, but for the feathers on his body.
Although this matter does not involve him, Zacro does have his "brand" on him.
In fact, there is no difference. It becomes just a crime, and the result does not change.
Looking at his long nails, Karamos replied casually.
"If I refuse, are you going to vote against it."
"I will abstain," Golligo continued expressionlessly, "But if Sebes does not plead guilty, the investigation and evidence collection will be a long process, and the matter will not end like this... Do you think this is good for you?"
Karamos smiled.
"That's right."
Although the internal fighting among the demons has never stopped, they do not have any differences on the matter of the belief in His Majesty the Demon God...even if they have some alternative ideas in their hearts.
This kind of psychology seems contradictory, but it is not.
After all, before the birth of the new Demon God, the power and even extraordinary power in their hands was established by relying on the old Demon God. Shaking the faith of His Majesty the Demon God is equivalent to shaking the foundation of their servants of the Demon God, which does them no good at all.
No one wants to blow up their old house before moving into a new one.
What's more, the Melusine family still has a piece of meat bitten off from the Dragon family in their mouths. It will take time to digest the benefits that have been obtained, and the gain will not be worth the loss.
He still understands the principle of giving up when things are good.
As for the Dragon family...
There is no difference between one more crime and one less crime. Zakro is already finished anyway.
Looking at Karamos who took a step back, Goligao nodded slightly and continued speaking slowly.
"I will vote in favor of Councilor Festing's proposal."
Karamos said with a smile.
"Then should I say thank you?"
Goligao said expressionlessly.
"It's up to you."
The room was quiet for a while.
This originally quite light topic was suddenly brought to an end by a cold joke that was not funny.
Karamos sighed in his heart.
Hence why he doesn't like to deal with dead people. This musty old antique doesn't have any humor in him and is even more incapable of adapting to today's world than he is.
Looking at the teacup in his hand, he stroked the lines on the handle with his index finger, and suddenly said in a casual tone.
"By the way, I'm curious about one more thing... Where did you hide Zakro? Our intelligence department didn't hear a single rumor. This guy seemed to have disappeared from the world. Why don't you tell me secretly to satisfy my curiosity, and I promise not to tell anyone else."
The air in the room froze for a moment.
Goligao stared at Kalamos expressionlessly, the green flames burning in his skull were like raging waves, as if they were about to engulf the latter's soul.
Faced with the mountain-like pressure, Karamos showed no fear at all on his face. His half-smiling pupils still showed undisguised aggression, examining the flashing soul fire in front of him, as if he wanted to peel it off, twitching and peeling off its skin.
This strange calm lasted for an unknown period of time, until an imperceptible crack appeared on the glass window not far away, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly relaxed, as if nothing had happened.
"Do you think I am that kind of person?" Corigod looked at him quietly, with no trace of emotion on his rotten face.
Karamos stared at him for a long time, then suddenly said with a smile.
"Of course not, you are a lich."
"..."
Karamos originally wanted to lighten the atmosphere, but unexpectedly the air fell into silence again.
Coligo's soul fire flickered slightly, and there was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, like the sound of suppressed bone friction.
"Your cold joke... is not funny at all... no, not funny... ha."
Karamos: "..."
What is so funny about this? !
…
The strong wind shuttled between the ruins, carrying the wind and sand and tearing apart the broken stone pillars and collapsed domes.
This is the edge of the Demon City, the edge where the light of the amethyst dome cannot shine. Because the local lords are involved in the dances of the upper class and neglect the management of the territory, the demons here have been living in darkness for a long time, and they are not allowed to leave the lord's land without permission even if they starve to death.
Of course, under normal circumstances, they will not starve to death. After all, there are far more monsters in the underground world than on the surface. The temple in the Demon City will also send food for alms in the name of the Demon God from time to time.
However, even though this territory could not get worse, no one held the lords accountable.
As for the reason, it is also very simple.
There are as many rotten places as this in hell. As long as the demons here rise up without any nerves or the corruption of chaos breeds, no one will care about them at all.
Unless one day it suddenly develops like Black Wind Castle, and at least there must be a lamppost that lights up and off simultaneously with the amethyst dome, then the high-level demons in the Parliament Building will suddenly care about how the demons living here are doing.
Of course, the demons living here usually don’t care much about what the high-level demons in the Parliament Building are planning, let alone what big things have happened in the Demon City recently.
It is precisely because of this that Zakro, who lost almost everything, was able to escape the search of the Ministry of Truth and the Intelligence Department and live safely under the eyes of His Majesty the Demon God.
On the edge of the deserted city, there is a certain temple that has been abandoned for an unknown number of years.
The blurry stone statues silently looked down at the embarrassed figure.
He hid in the corner of the temple, swallowed up by deep shadows, and his simple robes were covered with dust, like a rag wrapped around a rat slave.
The former proud elder Zacro Dragon can only hide here and there like a lost dog.
Zacro's face was gloomy and twisted, with a malicious light burning in his pupils.
"Damn...this group of cowards, ungrateful remnants! Sooner or later...I will twist off his head, make his bones into soup, and drink up all his blood!"
At the same time as he finished speaking, Zacro punched the wall hard, barely holding back the force, and smashing the broken stone wall.
The gravel fell on his arm. Seeing that the crumbling stone wall finally stood firm, he was shocked and angry before he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat down under the stone pillar beside him.
Kamu surrendered.
Not only did this mad dog not get rid of all the troubles, but he took the notebook and revealed all the secrets.
Originally, he was counting on his younger brother to report his elder brother, so that Xino could inherit the position of head of the family under his protection, and then wait for the limelight to pass before finding a way to get Kamu out of the dungeon of the Ministry of Truth... But now it's better, these guys who don't understand the overall situation have completely ruined the future of the Dragon family!
Because of the children's betrayal, even the respected Minister of Religion and his mentor Bishop Gligo Solon has given up on him in disappointment!
Zacro's face was full of humiliation and unwillingness, and the overwhelming hatred burned his soul.
He hates it so much!
Not only does he hate Luo Yan, he also hates Xino who pretends to be a grandson and stabs him in the back!
There are also the coward Kamu who betrayed him in battle, and even his own flesh and blood Reggie... If that guy hadn't had reservations about himself and not given all the research progress to himself, but hid in the distant Thunder County, how could the Dragon family be in such a dilemma?
This group of selfish guys...all think about themselves! I don’t see this family at all!
"This matter is not over yet... just wait! When I get through this disaster, I will take back from you every single bit of the humiliation you have given me!"
"And you...Luo Yan! Why should you, a mere illegitimate child with no identity and a wild dog without a family, fight with me? Just wait, the Padridge family can't keep guarding you all the time. You are just a tool for them to rob the Dragon family! Wait until I catch you. When it comes to you, I will slowly torture you...hehehe..."
The vicious pupils were flashing with scarlet light, and a sick laugh came from Zacro's throat, as if he had fallen into an unrealistic hallucination.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the temple.
Zacro, who was smiling maniacally, turned around like a frightened bird, his sharp eyes shooting towards the shadows under the ruins like lightning.
"Who!"
That voice carried huge pressure, releasing fear as if it were a physical entity.
Feeling the threat of death from the amethyst-level terror, the terror standing under the half-collapsed door quickly raised its claws, folded its wings, and shouted in a high voice.
"I! Yes, it's me...Habi, your most loyal servant!"
Confirming the face under the shadow, Zacro narrowed his eyes slightly, dissipating the flames of hell condensed in his hands.
Happy.
More than a hundred years ago, this guy served as a centurion under him, and was later transferred to the rear with his help. He has held an official position in the Logistics Department to this day, and he can be regarded as one of the generals who have been under his shadow.
As for why he was not liquidated, but Vice Admiral Harwick, who was also in the Logistics Department, was kicked to the end, it was mainly because it was too long ago, and this guy's official position was too small, and no one looked down on his mosquito meat, so he was forgotten.
Of course.
The main reason is that he has not been arrested. Even his mentor, Minister Goligao, cannot know all his secrets. And if he really reveals everything, the number of people who will suffer is not only the current number, but at least quadrupled.
To be honest, Zacro did not expect that one day he would use this relationship.
The reason why this guy is so loyal to him and never abandons him even when he loses power is not because he repays his kindness. It is purely because he has control over him.
Regaining his calm expression, Zacro waved his fingers and conjured a chair out of thin air, sat down slowly and said.
"I asked my former comrades to inquire. General Sebes has been moved from the dungeon of the Ministry of Truth to the prison of the Ministry of Intelligence... It is said that the reason is that a logistics supply of 10 million kelas has gone missing."
10 million kelas.
What is that thing?
Zacro sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain, but his heart sank.
It seems that the Ministry of Truth and the Ministry of Intelligence made a deal.
With a mere network of a low-level official in the Logistics Department, it was normal for him not to be able to find out the details of the transaction.
However, based on his experience, he can easily deduce from the clues that Sebes's confession of guilt is definitely not just what he announced to the outside world, and this also means that Golikou really doesn't care about himself...
The dust has settled.
They have already begun to deal with the funeral affairs!
Zacro clenched his fists, and his sharp nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms.
Looking at the ferocious-looking Elder Zakro, Habi hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said bravely.
"General Zacro. I have a suggestion. I wonder if you would like to refer to it. Over there in the Os Empire... there is a baron who is secretly loyal to us. He dreams of having a master with wings and horns. If you don't mind..."
Sneaking from here to the mainland of the Os Empire, and not being able to use the teleportation array that may expose his identity... This matter is actually very risky, and he might be implicated.
However, Zacro Dragon is the general he once was after all.
Although more than a hundred years have passed, this noble lord may not remember such a small person like himself, but he still can't bear to see the former commander fall into the current situation.
But what Habi did not expect was that after listening to his suggestion, Zacro's face turned gloomy.
"You want me to escape to human territory?"
A drop of cold sweat ran across his forehead, Habi quickly lowered his head and said tremblingly.
"I, I don't dare... But you, continuing to stay in the Magic City is not a long-term solution after all. I just want to help you——"
"I haven't lost yet!" Zacro roared angrily, interrupting Habib's speech.
"Yes, yes!" Habi stood up straight, sweat pouring from his back, and he didn't dare to say a word anymore.
Zacro's chest was heaving violently, and his scarlet pupils were burning with a frightening evil light.
Hide away from human territory...
Hide away in human territory...
Then he might as well die!
At least he died in the land of His Majesty the Demon God. When he wakes up in the next life, he can still be a noble high-level demon!
His respected Majesty the Demon God will not write off his past loyalty just because of his temporary disloyalty.
However, he is not willing to make this choice. After all, he will no longer be Zacro after his memory is washed away. Even if it is the same soul, reincarnation means becoming a new self, and all the glory of the past will turn into dust.
In order to become the supreme being, in order to become immortal in the true sense, he did not know how much effort he put in and how many turns of the purple moon he put in!
It looked like he was about to succeed, but in the end he was cut off by a kid who appeared out of nowhere!
How could he be so willing!
At this moment, a crazy idea suddenly appeared in Zacro's mind.
He has not lost yet!
Although Xino and the Dragon family have surrendered, he, the elder, has not yet surrendered!
Even if he loses all the usable cards, he still has the last card in his hand that can be played——
That is his extraordinary power!
Even if he is stripped of all honors and titles, he is still a terror with amethyst-level strength!
Such a great power would be a demon king-level disaster in any kingdom in Osland, and the same would be true in hell!
This kind of terrifying power can easily defeat a silver-level necromancer!
As long as he kills Luo Yan, pries out the secret of becoming a god from that kid's mouth, and then lurks in the dark to study with concentration, and then kills him back after he becomes a god, let alone a mere Dragon family, the entire Demon City will surrender at his feet!
Yes——
He has not lost yet!
Having been the mastermind behind the scenes for so long, he almost forgot that he was a murderous demon without blinking an eye!
Zacro laughed out loud when he thought of this. A huge energy spread uncontrollably to the surroundings, and even the space let out an overwhelmed scream...
Habi took a step back in horror, looking at Zacro nervously, not sure what he wanted to do.
quickly restrained the overflowing extraordinary power, Zacro looked at Habi who was retreating in fear, and said in a gentle tone.
"You just said... there is a baron in the human kingdom on the surface who is willing to surrender to me."
Habi nodded hurriedly and swallowed.
"Yes, yes..."
"Very good, Habi, you did me a big favor, I will remember this favor."
Zacro nodded approvingly, and then continued.
"Contact the Baron first and ask him to wait. I will be there soon."
Habi looked blankly at Elder Zakro walking past him and couldn't help but ask.
"What are you... planning to do?"
"What to do? Don't do anything, just go get back what belongs to me."
Throwing these words away lightly, Zacro walked out of the abandoned temple with steady steps, then the wings behind him shook, and the figure disappeared into the silent night sky, heading towards the Black Wind Castle...