Soon, the news of the mysterious death of the Red Moon Sword Master spread throughout the Senarwen Kingdom, and the whole country was shocked. The king immediately summoned the relatives and friends of the Red Moon Sword Master and personally ordered a thorough investigation into the matter.

………

Sunlight City, Imperial Capital Holiday Hotel.

The hotel has the appearance of a building from the old Sun Dynasty, with long corridors covered with wallpaper and wooden wall panels, and a luxuriously decorated banquet hall, all showing its majesty. The seats, tableware and dance floor are simple in style, and the old and new styles are perfectly blended.

The huge moon wheel hangs down under the dark blue night, surrounded by stars, and the night is sultry.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the aristocrats and celebrities of the empire entered the banquet hall on the red carpet wearing bright suits and dresses.

They are elegant and calm, chatting and laughing happily, and are surrounded by female companions or charming social butterflies.

Renn got off the carriage at the door of the hotel and looked around casually.

There are quite a few acquaintances.

Ms. Woodale, a senior member of the Steam Alliance, nicknamed "Black Iron Rose", is accompanied by the fourth princess Aurora.

Karag, the vice-president of the Witcher Association.

Church of Cardinal Kant.

Gurba, the unkempt old leader of the Kara people.

…

'There are many powerful people, and many forces have come... Is Marquis Augusto's reputation so great?'

Ren was a little confused, but still stepped on the red carpet that was spread outside the hotel.

At this time, reporters on both sides pressed the shutters frantically, and the flashes illuminated the scene in dazzling white.

"It's Earl Connoll!"

"I haven't seen him for a while. I thought he had left Sunlight City."

"It's understandable. After all, he married Princess Kesha. If I were him, he would hug his beloved wife every day and never leave the house..."

A group of reporters in the hotel whispered for a few words. Some middle-aged men smiled obscenely, as if they were thinking about something bad.

"..."

Renn was a little speechless. He found that the association's top genius, Chris the Shadow Hand, was in front, and he quickly followed.

"There seem to be a lot of people coming."

"really."

Chris nodded and looked back and forth. There was no expression on his childish face, "But many people are not here to celebrate the Marquis's birthday."

"how do I say this?"

"The news that the Demon King's clone appeared in the North Sea Islands has spread. Many people came here to get some information from the descendants of Hades."

This is why this banquet is so grand.

Strong people gathered together, and the quality of the guests was so high that it was almost as good as the time when Ren and Valkyrie got married.

It's not that Marquis Augusto's reputation is too great, it's just that the Demon King is too powerful. Just the slightest trace of him can make all the countries in the mainland frightened and come to inquire about the news.

Ryan and Chris entered the banquet hall together.

The beautiful crystal chandelier emits gorgeous brilliance, the restaurant walls are a combination of light blue and wood colors, a large window is set up on the wall facing the street, and off-white gauze curtains hang down.

The silver vase in the corner is filled with white or yellow daisies and various potted plants.

There are some long tables in the hall, covered with off-white tablecloths with mirrored patterns on the corners, and the silver and crystal tableware are beautiful.

The waiters have already brought red wine, roast goose, steak, caviar and other delicacies to the table.

Renn picked up a glass of champagne and took a sip, hearing the buzz around him.

"The suppression of the power of the world suddenly became so strong, it's so uncomfortable."

A berserker wearing red armor clenched his fists, and blood flowed on his skin, glowing red, showing his powerful physique.

He looked irritated and complained to his companions, "I used to be able to break a big mountain with one punch, but now I can't even level a small slope."

Next to him, a middle-aged mage wearing a pure white magic robe shook his head and said:

"Be content, who is not like this? It is more difficult to mobilize various energies. It is more difficult for us to cast spells and form formations, and we need better magic materials.

Moreover, it has not yet reached the most severe period, I asked some seniors of the natural school, and they said that in the next few months, the suppression will be dozens of times stronger."

Berserker:"……"

Damn, this doesn’t allow anyone to live.

Cardinal Kant was a kind-hearted old man. He held a scepter in his hand, stood beside the magic gun Carragher, and asked:

"Mr. Carragher, the Demon King's clone appears in Beihai. Will the Demon Hunter Association take action?"

"Not yet, our president has not come back yet." Carragher said with a calm expression, "Where is the church? What is the attitude of His Majesty the Pope?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This, the Holy See headquarters is still discussing it."

Cardinal Kant smiled and said, his words were ambiguous and he was obviously perfunctory.

Carragher looked serious and said: "I think the presiding judge and the people from the Inquisition can take action first. The Demon Emperor is the biggest heretic."

Cardinal Kant smiled but said: "Where are the mourners from your association? Why don't you go there?"

Renn: "..."

(ー_ー)!!

He has seen the intimidating power of the Demon King, which can make the Demon Hunter Association and the Church blame each other, hoping that the other party will go first.

This is just a clone of the Demon King.

Ms. Woodall, the female congresswoman of the Steam Alliance, approached the old patriarch of Gulba, grinned, and said:

"The descendants of Pluto must be having a hard time recently. Back then, the Barbarian King of the Western Wilderness and the Pluto of the North Sea formed an alliance and fought against the demons together. They were comrades who shared life and death... Will you go to the North Sea this time?"

The old patriarch of Gurba put down his wine glass, glanced at her, and said:

"Girl, don't talk nonsense. The relationship between Pluto and my ancestor is only so-so. It's barely better than the relationship with the Church's Storm War God. It's not a life-or-death relationship.

Besides, I can’t beat the Demon King’s clone with my old bones, and I’ll have to lie down within minutes if I encounter one.”

Although the history books portray the three supreme kings as good brothers who work together and share life and death, in fact, the relationship between the three is just like that, with a lot of troubles.

Pluto is unsociable and keeps to himself.

The Storm God of War and the Barbarian King of the Western Wilds dislike each other and want to strangle each other to death.

Louis thought that the Barbarian King was a barbarian and a mud-legged man. The Barbarian King thought that Louis was a hypocrite and an ambitious man. If he had not shared a common enemy, he would have lost his mind.

Chief Gurba still remembers some records in his clan.

Back then, Louis, the god of storm war, failed to become a god, and his body and soul were destroyed. However, the ancestor who was also the three supreme kings laughed heartily and drank for three days in a row, almost missing the firecrackers to celebrate...

Ms. Woodall of the Steam Alliance caressed Liu Hai, ignored the topic of the feud between the three kings, and said with a smile:

"Old Patriarch, you are too humble. You are a king. It shouldn't be difficult to block the Demon King's clone."

The old patriarch of Gurba shook his head repeatedly, feeling that he was talking like a chicken and a duck, and he was too lazy to explain.

Most people actually don't understand the terror of the Three Supreme Kings and the demon giants, especially the Demon Emperor, whose power is far beyond that of the ordinary Dark Lord. Even a clone can cause a bloody storm.

Not everyone is as fierce as Emperor William, who can tear apart the Demon Emperor's clone with his bare hands...

Hearing this, Renn came over with a glass of red wine.

The old leader of Gulba was about to say hello to the young man who helped his clan get back the body of their ancestor. Suddenly he noticed something, his eyes widened, and he lost his voice:

"You have become a king?!"
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