I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“In three days.” Wright raised his palm and unfolded a ball of light.

Inside the light ball, a candle was projected, the flame counting down three days.

“Just put this ball of fire at the entrance of the palace, so everyone can sign up.” Carlos waved his hand, "Let's start with you all! Okay?”

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“Next time at the Slaughter Cup, I want to see the agents you send, giving us risky and exciting battles!” Carlos's tone became impassioned.

The elders of the six major families expressed their obedience one after another.

Even Woodson was contemplating whether to heavily modify some steam mechs and clockwork warriors, specially creating some constructs for the Slaughter Cup, to let the world and the demons appreciate the charm of creation.

What if there really is a Machine God?

Woodson was lost in thought.

“Alright, I believe you won't let me down.” Carlos finally ended the meeting, and the elders of the six major families resigned one after another.

“Heh, with Tosos not here, everything is indeed very smooth.” Woodson thought of the New Church agent who often caused headaches at the round table.

Seeing this, Wright was relieved.

Woodson was very certain that even Tosos needed to seize this opportunity to show the power of faith to the world.

We royals can say anything.

After the dominoes spread throughout the continent, also projecting the grand occasion of the centennial Slaughter Cup, these people who live off the faith of others will definitely not miss this stage.

“Farewell.” Carlos greeted Wright and left the palace to go back to the Creation Department to create mechs.

“What about the remaining seven?” Kingston needed to know the family paths that caused the gods' attention due to these difficulties.

Carlos was holding back some swear words in his chest again, gears creaking.

“How is my daughter?” Woodson was suddenly stopped by Carlos before leaving the palace.

“Right, the Gambel family… died in the final ritual because of too close association with the King of the Arena.” Wright nodded.

“This will let you… stabilize your crown.” Kingston said, and the palace shook, the gem under my crown also suddenly as bright as stars.

“You remember the eight major families were very distressed at that time.” Kingston recalled this past.

A breeze swept through the palace, as if responding to the emperor of the empire.

“But the gaze of the God of Knowledge is difficult to fathom, the Lower Tower, the Creation Department, even the library and research room outside the Demon King City, are unlikely to receive His gift, so the chance for the Medy family is small.” Wright tried hard to analyze.

“The God of War has always been the dominant force in the arena, and also the oath of the God-Sworn City…” Wright avoided mentioning the name of the crown, “So Clive is the least threatening to you.”

“You are really looking forward to what kind of surprise the eight major families can give you…” Kingston pointed to the candle outside the ball of light, “You remember… Gambel used to hate playing that too?”

“Didn't the last one control guns and cannons, the Gana family…” Wright used light to wash his body again before he could continue talking.

“God of Knowledge…” Kingston remembered that name.

“Maybe one day he will understand that when he becomes emperor, it is you who put yourself in danger again.”

“The Medy family controls newspapers and information, and there is not much that fits the position of God, even if there is, it should be closer to the God of Knowledge…” Wright's cerebellum suddenly swelled.

“Hahahaha, hahahaha…” Kingston laughed, “That's good! I haven't accepted the challenge of an heir for a long time, I need those!”

Because I observed that before Father Emperor obtained the information from the Lower Tower, his hand was always stroking the hilt of the sword.

“Stone Mill…” Wright's facial features suddenly changed, as if gears were pieced together on his face.

“Then the Cohen family is very safe? After all, we are your bank, from ancient times to the present.” Kingston probably understood the logic of the gods.

“It is the Clives who live by human trafficking, smuggling, and slave training, from the path down it is closer to the crown…” As Wright spoke, his mouth cracked again.

Kingston was no longer tempted by the sword hilt, but instead played with it.

“The Sweet family controls sugar and seasonings, analyzing from the path of the gods, they tend to the Twin River Goddess, but the distance is a bit far.” Wright suddenly smiled, taking off his clothes and face.

“Okay.” Wright prepared to inform Kingston of the emperor's appointment as soon as possible.

“The information comes from the Lower Tower, although we will not do anything to harm the God-Sworn City, but this matter itself is not insured, and we have no way to verify…” Wright tried to state the reason.

Wright did not respond.

“Also the God of War?” Kingston VII tried to make Wright not so strenuous.

Grandet, on the other hand, was writing and drawing underground, planning a famous list.

“Of course, otherwise I wouldn't let Kingston leave alive today.” Kingston VII nodded.

“No, it should be closer to the God of Forging, conflicting with the Creation Department.” Wright shook his head.

“Replace it with the God of War.” Kingston signaled that Wright didn't need to be so strenuous.

“Okay, I understand.” Kingston stopped Wright from speaking, understanding the possibility of the eight major families combining with certain gods in the world.

“Could it be that he is afraid that once this thing is useless, our children will grow up and come to compete for his throne?” Privately, the relationship between Carlos and Kingston is still good, far from being as good as the round table

“Even the gods.”

“You wait, I will want it when I want it.”

“Father, please don't participate.” Wright suddenly spoke.

“I will not participate.” Kingston VII released his hand holding the sword.

“She is of course very good.” Woodson has always been not very comfortable discussing such issues with his father-in-law, often avoiding the important and dwelling on the trivial.

Kingston raised his hand and stabilized Wright's body structure.

“Looking forward to it! Centennial Slaughter Cup~” On the barren mountains of the arena, the Dice of Destiny is circling around the candle.

“But my first vow helped your imperial authority, the vow also came into being because of the crown…” When Wright spoke of the crown, his lips were a little cracked, and the light also changed.

“Who do you think… who should our royal family delegate? Who is most likely to be the one who lives to the end?” Kingston asked a very sharp question.

“Do you think… are the eight major families a threat? Will they gain the favor of the gods because of this centennial Slaughter Cup or something?” Kingston finally asked the most concerning question.

“I have always believed, isn't it that he has done too much to transform himself, so that he has lost some kind of organ, so that this thing has lost its function?” Kingston's eyes moved up.

“Looking forward to it a bit… the centennial Slaughter Cup.” Kingston's hand playing with the sword hilt became restless again.

“Name?” Kingston needed to know the name.

Only Kingston VII and Wright Alexander were left in the palace, that pair of father and son.

“Of course, Jesse should be delegated.” Wright already had an answer, “With my vow, and the status of the Woodson family… Jesse is your best choice.”

“There is no goal more noble than the emperor's life.”

“Yes, the God of Greed, the golden carpet in the sky, rotted gold…” Wright's body made a jingling coin sound, as if it was about to disintegrate at any moment.

“The most threatening, of course, is Woodson, they have already obtained the support of the vow.” Wright would certainly not ignore this issue because he had a personal relationship with Jesse.