I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

The altar released magic and white mist.

Far beyond Splitgold Mountain, mosquitoes began to suck the white漿, then swelled into sixteen-legged arthropod behemoths.

Abandoned infants believed suffering would forever accompany them, their cries dominating the world, tears and countless liquids seeping from their bodies, transforming them into gods of flowing curses.

Mad demon trees also grew wildly, covering the churches of the Four Seasons God Sect, becoming a towering tree with the four seasons flowing on its canopy…

Huge, incomprehensible objects were born everywhere, and the continent of Keos was distorted everywhere, all wanting to become the "new faith" mentioned in the epic.

Compared to them, the corpse-gathering golems awakened by Redcoat were like a row of children just learning to walk.

The era of chaotic faith has arrived.

"Broken… what a pity… but it doesn't matter…" The white漿 flowing on the ground bulged, converging into a goat.

"You paused for a long time just now, were you waiting for me?" The old goat turned its gaze to Nolemore beside it.

"What were you doing just now?" Shadow and Li Yue's conversation was constantly taking place in the dark brain grooves, and Spad, who was chasing Jesse outside, didn't notice its communication with Li Yue.

"You are the new shepherd, you will help me merge the flowing curse into the small altar…" Everything the old goat did was to take a step back and absorb the remaining power of the Heavenly Ridge.

At this time, Jinshan and Ying'er hadn't traveled a hundred miles, drowsy and in excruciating pain.

Nolemore was unsure if Mo Xin had escaped far enough.

In a trance, the grass turned into townspeople, their faces filled with happy smiles.

It's just that others directly absorb flesh and blood, while the old goat wants to sever the root of the Heavenly Ridge and become the next god of faith.

"Don't ask," Nolemore wrote in the snail's shell.

The pain fed back to every nerve, and the injuries that had been endured were devouring Jinshan's body.

The floating broken walls and bone giant swords crashed down, becoming a rain over Holy Ore Town.

"Just now… you seemed to be resisting me," the old goat nibbled on the grass, its huge body blocking the red light, and continued to question softly.

"What did he taste?" the old goat asked Vanna.

And the Split Li Yue townspeople, who should have died in that burst of red light, were inexplicably "saved" by the small altar.

With this spider, the probability of being interfered with from the outside is smaller.

"Our knights are all dead!" Spad's response was very sycophantic.

Where is your demon illustrated book?

The old goat bleated, staring at Nolemore for a moment, its gaze seeming to drift towards the back.

"Who did he eat?" Nolemore realized that he couldn't let the old goat shift its attention.

Egg was still immersed in the pleasure of just killing the knight, unaware that Nolemore had already seen Jinshan again and was waiting for a summons.

Vanna looked at the grass in the bone rain, inexplicably moved, shedding tears that also soaked herself.

Only he had the ability to squeeze out the last trace of power from the Heavenly Ridge.

Even seeing the movements of humans in the distance of the armory, the old goat had no intention of paying attention—there were more important things on its schedule.

"I need more time," Vanna used her hand to scoop out the old goat's eye fluid, or rather tears, and sprinkled it from the top of her head, bathing in it.

Mo Xin could also revisit this chant and carefully inquire about Nolemore's next plan.

And his tone was so matter-of-fact, as if he were the Demon King.

Greetings.

Saw Ying'er and Egg.

"Baa…" Eating, the old goat separated its eyes, expanding its field of vision.

"Is he still leaving?" The old goat slowly descended.

The big shots listening to the bard's conference all left the town hall, and giants rose again in various parts of the continent. The old goat could see anyone, but must not see Jinshan.

"Oh yes, my child, it is your perfect haven," Mo Xin said, deliberately breaking into this wild mountain.

The Eye of Compassion was like a waterfall reflected by the red light, washing the old goat's body.

Drowsiness was of course due to this long day and night—going back and forth in Holy Ore Town, from the church to the mine to the armory and then to the town hall, Mo Xin's spirit was already somewhat exhausted.

Jinshan controlled the bone chariot and crashed into the top of a wild mountain, looking at the huge shadow covering the dawn above his head, knowing that the continent was now in complete chaos.

For example, how is everyone doing, where are the authorities of the library and the arena, what impact will the ritual just now have on the continent, where will the old goat's actions ultimately fall…

"When I am once again noticed by the world, I need them to come to my side and reshape their faith," the old goat's eyes flashed with the "Notice" card.

"Is he talking about me?" The old goat shed tears, and Vanna walked out of the giant goat's eyebrows, sitting in the eye socket and smiling.

"His baa-ing life is mine, become my people." Under the red light, those who had not died turned into grass, cutting off their roots on their own and drifting into the old goat's mouth.

"Do you want to kill… it…" Ying'er asked.

"Then it's time for you to return to the flowing curse?" Shadow and Snail left, and Vanna, sitting in the eye socket, was very conscious.

And also…

The Masked Assembly still had seven masks left, and Vanna of the flowing curse had also become a corner of the altar.

"The behemoths can be captured or devoured. During the process, you can seek the help of me or Nier." The giant goat finally told Vanna, and then shrank back into the grass on the ground and disappeared.

The grass spread northward, towards Godsworn City and that snowy land.

"Whether it's making a bone chariot, making a mask, or making a flowing curse, they are all good destinations…" The old goat chewed on the grass.

"See you next time," Nolemore pulled Mo Xinji away.

Over there, Jinshan's bone chariot was speeding wildly towards the Holy City.

The moment the old goat Odegaard appeared, the prayers of the New Sect Tosos and the Old Sect Sistolum disappeared, leaving the battlefield of Holy Ore Town and vying for faith in the north again.

Excruciating pain came from the side effects of the hunter's thumbtacks.

"I didn't know you were coming," Nolemore answered the old goat, answering very perfunctorily.

"The Imperial Army has reorganized, he still remembers his mission, he needs to help the Bone Chariot Sect cover the entire Old Church…" The old goat noticed the movements of the Imperial Army.

But still can't sleep.

Shadow was a spider covering the entire forest. It was affected by the old goat's ritual, listened to the epic, and also received this white漿 rain, becoming a behemoth of this mountain.

This ritual that started from the bard's conference finally came to an end.

Strands of spider silk were constantly descending, sticking to living things and lifting them into the shadows in the air, becoming its nourishment.

Originally, he only intended to light up the anchor point of Split Li Yue, but unexpectedly, he was attracted by Gamma's epic and stayed until the end…

Jinshan had no intention of driving the bone chariot out again.

Nolemore didn't know how many corners the small altar had, and the old goat wouldn't answer that question.

Waiting for them was a faith-based kingdom.

The red light gradually weakened, and the pressure from the Eye of Compassion would soon disappear.

And also regained all the memories…

Fortunately, there were countless creatures in the forest, as well as a group of bandits. The spider silk sucked them dry in mid-air, like the brushstrokes of the Grim Reaper.