When he first heard the news, Renn thought it was a joke.

But the Demon King's envoy really came to the Holy City and wanted to see him by name.

"Is there a conspiracy?"

The old goat frowned slightly, "The Demon King has always been despicable and unscrupulous. Besides, what the hell does it have to do with a meeting between human nations?"

"Let's go over and have a look."

Ren stood up with a calm look on his face, "It's just a messenger of the Demon King, how can he change the world? Let's see what he has to say."

Even if the Demon King himself comes, he may not be afraid, let alone a mere messenger.

If you dare not see this, you will become a laughing stock.

Seeing this, Leon had no choice but to nod and go prepare the carriage.

The group of people quickly arrived at the West Palace in a carriage.

The West Palace is a palace where princes who have married and have children, collateral members of the Singer family, and some royal relatives live. It is a magnificent palace with beautiful rockery pools, numerous palaces, and a large area.

After the Storm Palace was destroyed, Emperor Ugo and the Queen temporarily moved into the West Palace, where the "Conference of Nations" was held.

When Ren and the old goat entered the political hall, the place was already full of people.

In the main hall, under the high dome, murals are shining under the golden light. In the center of the main hall is an extremely huge stone round table, with exquisite patterns carved on it, every stroke and every stroke

All are filled with the hard work of craftsmen.

Towering white stone pillars support the entire hall, and rays of sunlight pour in from the colorful windows, dancing with the lights, making it look brilliant.

At this time, the huge round table was filled with people, either kings and queens, or important ministers of the country.

King Charles VI of Falorland, King Upton III of the Black Feather Kingdom, Marshal of the Kingdom of Seran, the Calamity Sword Master, the Nine-Star Elder of the Natural School, Duke Starr of the Nokman Empire, Daniel, the Third Speaker of the Steam Alliance, Saint

Ugo, the emperor of the Qiao An Empire, the little barbarian king of the Western Wasteland barbarians...

There are strong people like clouds, heroes gathered together, and the scene is grand.

However, today they have all become foils.

There was one person who stood out from the crowd and attracted the attention of everyone present.

His eyes were deep purple, looking as if he were staring into the abyss, and his face was thin. He was wearing a gray battle armor with an extremely ancient aura and a pattern of blood from the gods. The red cloak behind him swayed like red clouds, and a powerful dark aura surged around his body.

A dark lord of the demon race!

According to the self-introduction he just introduced, he is the Dark Lord of the Dark Clan and one of the disciples of the Demon Emperor. His name is Adrian, nicknamed "Death Poet".

He stood in the center of the hall, looked at everyone, and said:

"Council of Nations? How ridiculous. I think your discussion has no meaning at all.

If Teacher Asmodeus wants to destroy any city, except for a few places such as the Holy City, Sunlight City, and Wisteria City that may be spared, in other places, you might as well consider a more realistic burial method."

His tone was very calm, not deliberately sarcastic, as if he was saying it would rain today.

That is a kind of contempt from the bottom of my heart.

"presumptuous!"

"Demon Lord, don't talk nonsense, this is not a place for you to act wild!"

"Baby, we let you in just out of the most basic diplomatic etiquette. Don't think we won't kill you just because you are here to scaremonger!"

High-level officials from various countries have reprimanded, cursed, and even issued death threats.

Even the high-level legendary powerhouses such as the Calamity Sword Master, Nine-Star Elder, Duke Starr, etc. turned cold, obviously very unhappy.

However, as a student of the Demon Emperor, Dark Lord Adrian is quite courageous.

Facing the anger and murderous intent of so many legendary human beings, the average dark monarch may not be able to withstand it and would tremble uncontrollably. However, he remained calm and said indifferently:

"I'm just stating a fact. The Holy City has not fallen. To be honest, I am a little surprised. Let's admit that your human camp is indeed very powerful.

However, how many countries on the Saigon continent can compare with the St. Joan Empire?

Which city can have such a powerful human being as the leader of the army?

Not to mention the actions of your majesties, even if I risk my life to carry out a raid, I can also bloodbath the royal cities of several human countries. What do the kings and ministers here think?"

As soon as these words came out, many people's faces changed and their expressions were a bit ugly.

Especially the rulers of relatively weak kingdoms, principalities, and independent city-states feel a little uneasy.

Of course, the real boss still sits firmly on Diaoyutai.

The Calamity Sword Master showed no fear. Perhaps he couldn't stand the arrogance of this Demon Lord. A sharp cold light flashed in his eyes and he said coldly:

"Demon clan bastard, just give it a try. If you are not afraid of death, come and raid the Kingdom of Seran. I really want to learn your skills and see if you are as powerful as your mouth!"

These words can be described as domineering and disrespectful.

Demon Lord Adrian glanced at the Calamity Sword Master and said:

"The Sword Master of the Kingdom of Seran? You are indeed very strong, stronger than most of the trash here. You can kill the vampire monarch Mark, even if you rely on a group fight, that is still a skill.

The Kingdom of Seran, the Kingdom of Black Feather, the Kingdom of Silver...the royal cities of the ten most powerful countries, I am indeed beyond my capabilities.

But what about the other hundreds of second-rate and third-rate small countries? How many strong demigods do you have in the human camp? Now that the space teleportation ability has basically failed, do you rely on flying to support each other and protect weak countries?"

A series of heart-breaking words made many kings and ministers of small countries turn pale.

Even the Calamity Sword Master fell silent.

He is not afraid of the strong men of the dark camp, and he also believes in the foundation of the Kingdom of Seran. He is more than capable of protecting himself, but he is unable to protect and support other countries.

Strong men fly very fast, but they also take time. Some kingdoms may not be able to survive even the first wave of raids.

"I didn't let you in to show off your power."

Emperor Ugo spoke. As the lord of the empire, his strength was infinitely close to that of the demigod giant. His momentum firmly suppressed the Demon Lord.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He stood up, his eyes dancing with green divine fire, and said coldly:

"Let's understand, it's you who suffered a disastrous defeat this time! The clone of the orc master god died here, can't we make these guys put away their ridiculous arrogance?"

The Nine-Star Elder of the Natural School also stood up, with a cold look on his old face, and said:

"If you think this can threaten us, that's ridiculous. The dark camp is now overwhelmed by the attacks from the rebels and the Southern Territory Alliance. How many strong men can they send to engage in surprise and beheading tactics?

Besides, do you think we wouldn’t dare to mobilize all our troops to attack the secret realm where the dark races live?

The Bloody Queen knows the locations of many of your secret realms, and I believe she is happy to make deals with us. Moreover, you don’t think that your base camps, Dark Cloud Fortress, Twilight City, Ghost Secret Realm, and Sirius Palace are well hidden.

Bar?"

After hearing these words, the Demon Lord Adrian finally changed his expression slightly, gritted his teeth and said:

"Natural School..."

How come these damn scholars, the remnants of the Elf Empire, are not all dead yet?

The base camps of the four major races of demons have been moved many times, and their locations or spatial coordinates are very hidden. This time, Black Cloud Fortress was actively exposed.

But he still didn't dare to take it lightly.

Who knows if those scheming scholars have relocated to their home base.

The influence of the Natural School is indeed extraordinary. After Elder Nine Stars spoke, many kings and foreign ministers of small countries felt relieved and regained their composure.

This is a prestige and credibility that even the Holy See does not possess.

Duke Starr of the Norkman Empire also said calmly:

"King of the Demon Tribe, have you been sleeping for too long? Please figure out who is the overlord of the continent now.

I remember your information. Back then, you overestimated your capabilities and wanted to challenge His Majesty the Human Emperor, but failed miserably. Your father was beaten to ashes by His Majesty in order to save you. Is it because too much time has passed and you have forgotten the pain? "

These words are so slap-in-the-face and can reveal scars.

Demon Lord Adrian turned pale with anger, pointed at Duke Starr, his fingers were trembling a little, and said:

"Son of David!"

His voice was filled with uncontrollable hatred. If he hadn't known that if he started here, he would be killed instantly by a group of strong human beings joining forces, he would have turned his back.

This wave of big bosses' speeches one after another finally suppressed the arrogance of the Demon King's envoy.

"Da da da……"

At this time, Ren strode into the hall and sat unceremoniously at the top position.

Demon Lord Adrian's expression changed. He didn't care to fight back. He put his hand on his chest, bowed slightly and said:

"Salute to you, the great Lord of Arms!"

This is a diplomatic occasion.

Even if there are two hostile camps, some basic etiquette is indispensable.

What's more, the dark camp has always respected the strong. The leader of the army single-handedly killed the orc god's transformation outside the holy city without the help of formations, which shocked the dark camp and gained the trust of the dark race.

Awe.
To be continued...