I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Godsworn City, palace, round table.

Emperor Carlos Alexander was erupting with foul language, fiercely berating the heads of the six great families; Wright stood to the side with his head bowed, next to a slender beam of light, resembling a tall tower.

"Where are your musketeers? Where is your money? Is it useful? Whose blood is on the ground? Is it mine?"

"It's the face of the Empire!" Carlos roared.

The heads of the six great families remained silent.

"Holy Knights, Mirrorflash Knights? Mirror-shattered Knights!"

"Root out evil? You can't even chew through a demon placed right in front of you, and you lost an arm!"

Jessie herself had her arm wrapped in bandages, seeping blood, not yet recovered from the injuries inflicted by those two main cannons.

Along with them, also being scolded relentlessly, was the Emperor's son-in-law, Minister of Creation Woodson.

"Gundam? Gundam my ass!"

"He expanded on it?" Shu Zhao Liang tapped the throne.

"In the first stage of the Slaughter Cup, almost all known gods made an appearance, which was very interesting, hee hee," Shu Zhao suddenly laughed.

"You've arrived..." A dwarf walked out of the light, skipping and jumping like a big boy.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty," Mener bowed to Woodson, as if not seeing the eight great families and Carlos.

"From a technical standpoint, the texture is just very ordinary."

"Millstone, Millstone... Hahaha, His afterglow saw you," Shu Zhao suddenly turned around, facing Minister of Creation Carlos, who was lying flat on the ground.

"Unfortunately, the Millstone's attention is mostly drawn to that ship. Your performance hasn't satisfied Him. You need to work harder, okay?" Mener rotated his wrist, also rotating the millstone stained with machinery.

"We need a Godsworn! Only with a Godsworn can we resist the High Tower! Only then can we resist that dead dwarf, that dead man, and that rotten clock that only makes a ticking sound!" Shu Zhao Liang roared.

"I'm all ears, Grand Star Magus," Woodson, as the Empire's representative, still retained some royal etiquette, even in the face of raging anger.

"Public opinion is already wavering, it's about to overturn this seat!" Carlos wanted to stand up, but it was too difficult, only shaking his buttocks.

"Void Plunder, the God of Hunting and Plunder... Currently just a passerby, He hasn't found an agent. It seems that none of you present, including those demons in Demon King City, meet His requirements..." Mener said, pulling Wright's beam of light, and spreading a starry sky in front of him.

"How many rounds? Not only did you fail to kill that swordsman, but how many people and how much money did you lose?"

"That's all I have to say, keep up the good work," Shu Zhao said, leaving uncomfortably, the beam of light unable to hold her back.

"Let me point you in the right direction!" The dwarf Mener's voice was cheerful, as if in a good mood.

"But who the hell knows when that spaceship will..." Carlos was also on the verge of exploding, the gears in his body clanking, filling the entire palace.

Wright didn't even have time to silence Shu Zhao Liang.

"Hello, Wright, when did you join the High Tower?" Shu Zhao also waved to Wright.

Regarding Woodson, the ancestor of Alexander, Wright certainly knew more than Carlos, not directly answering, but driving the beam of light, condensing it into the shape of the High Tower.

"Decayed Gold is very active, I suspect everyone has earned a lot of what they wanted through the first phase of the battle?" Shu Zhao reorganized the starry sky, spreading out the golden carpet.

"Time...?" Wright noticed that Mener skipped a god.

Carlos didn't utter the final curse, but was directly flattened, leaving only a head connected to a bit of torso, sprawled on the ground.

Wright had no reaction.

Carlos cursed silently in his heart, and then felt a deep sense of powerlessness, simply taking advantage of the moment when he was flattened by the Emperor's pressure, lying flat on the palace floor.

"Time Mark, Void Plunder, Joyful Cruelty, Decayed Gold, Millstone..." The big boy said, while the teeth in his lips cracked, enduring the pressure of mentioning the names of gods.

The pressure of the palace couldn't reach the dwarf at all.

"Why, after fighting for so long, the more I fight, the more this throne burns my ass!?"

"Do you understand now? You still have a chance, you need to continue to work hard," Mener's gaze swept over the remaining seven great families in turn, "As long as you live, you all have the possibility of being noticed by the gods."

"What are you saying? What do you want to say? Huh? Tell me!" Woodson didn't want to listen at all.

"Where is the Eye of Compassion? Just helping that thing? Washing its ass? Not even smoke came out?"

Jessie straightened her body—having lost an arm, she needed to work hard to maintain her balance.

The people inside the round table didn't say anything.

"The Oath still exists, you retain the possibility of touching the gods," Shu Zhao pointed a finger at Jessie's head.

Carlos rarely didn't sneer, but tried his best to explain what he saw in the previous Slaughter Cup, wanting to give Woodson more confidence.

Carlos shuddered.

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"This..." Woodson was about to inquire about the gods, but was rudely interrupted by Shu Zhao.

"Then what? Have any gods noticed us? Is the Godsworn still in Godsworn City?" Woodson finished scolding everyone and finally turned the spearhead towards the Grand Magus Wright next to the round table.

"Our mechanists have already summarized a lot of data, as long as you give me some time to study..."

"Time Mark, you don't understand, Time Mark is in the High Tower," Mener's joy was overflowing, "It is Time Mark that allows me to see their movements clearly, it is Time Mark that gives us more clues, allowing the High Tower to overlook more, to overlook the souls behind..."

"First of all, the Crown of Authority hasn't fallen, but it has tilted, you need to be careful," Mener pointed to Woodson's crown, not very respectfully.

A giant hand of void appeared in the starry sky.

"Mr. Mener..." Seeing the big boy, Shu Zhao Liang forcibly restrained his anger, glared at Wright, and greeted the big boy.

"What about the promised invincibility, killing the revolution?"

"The main cannon of that spaceship looks very powerful, but in fact, the Eye of Compassion can also achieve similar destructive power..."

The floor was cold, but comfortable.

"Killing a prince is not enough, could it really be that one day, I will also die in this city!?" Shu Zhao Liang was no longer roaring at the end.

"Joyful Cruelty, the God of Joy and Cruelty, in the end He laughed, maybe someone's joke moved Him, allowing Him to squeeze forward a row, but that's all," Mener showed the Twin Rivers.

Woodson ignored Mener's rudeness.

And just at the critical point when Carlos was about to burst out with swear words and argue with the Emperor, Woodson leaned forward, the weight of the entire palace and Empire seeming to press on Shu Zhao Liang.

"Study my * * ass? Or his ass? His head?" Woodson held his neck, as if the crown was pressing down on him, causing excruciating pain, "Has the era changed? Does the era not favor humans, not favor the Empire?"

"This matter is beyond his wisdom, he cannot understand it."

Carlos simply gave up on communicating—it wasn't that his mouth wasn't tough, it was just that after last night's Slaughter Cup, it was really too hard to get up.

Where exactly did that spaceship come from?

"It also needs a certain amount of reloading, and the consumption is bound to be great, only some simple attribute effects..."

Has a new demon descended?