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After the arrogant aura belonging to the White Dragon Emperor completely dissipated, Shalbbasib scrambled to his feet, dusting off imaginary dust, his face ashen.
He didn't linger there. Instead, he turned around, tore open a new spatial rift, and plunged inside.
This time, he arrived in a completely different space.
This is no longer a desolate island of skeletons, but a palace that is extremely luxurious, yet exudes an eeriness and decadence.
The ground was paved with obsidian tiles formed from the solidified souls of wailing beings, and eerie green demonic fire burned on the walls, illuminating the murals depicting the fall of gods and demons.
At the far end of the hall, on a huge, grotesque throne forged from countless twisted weapons and bones, a silver-haired man reclines languidly.
He looked very young, with an almost otherworldly handsome face, but his golden pupils held an ancient and evil depth that could corrupt even time itself.
The grandfather of the current Demon King Lucifer, and the true mastermind behind the old Demon King faction—Li Zevim Li Huaen Lucifer.
Shahbabies quickly walked to the throne, knelt on one knee, and showed the utmost respect.
"Lord Rizevim."
His voice suppressed the humiliation and anger he had suffered at the hands of Vali 22.
Li Zevim, sitting on the throne, didn't even bother to move, only gently teasing a butterfly made of pure magic that floated in front of him with his fingertips.
"Go ahead."
His voice had a cynical magnetism, sounding nonchalant.
“Vali Lucifer…” Sherpa organized his thoughts and reported the situation at the meeting in detail, especially emphasizing Vali’s admiration for Zhou Ye and his disdain for their plans.
After listening to the report, Li Zeweim simply blew a breath.
The butterfly, formed of magic, instantly disintegrated into the most primal energy particles.
He curled the corners of his mouth, a meaningful smile appearing on his handsome face.
“Sherpa, my good grandson is not someone you can completely trust.”
"It seems he'd rather go and become the adopted son of Azazel, the governor of the fallen angels, than come back and truly join our side of demons."
Li Zevim's words, though seemingly casual, made Sherpa's heart skip a beat.
He immediately lowered his head and said in an even more respectful tone:
"Lord Li Zevm is wise!"
"Vali is ultimately a hybrid, with filthy human blood flowing through his veins! And he grew up alongside that fallen angel Azazel, so he's not on our side at all!"
Following Li Zevme's words, Sherpa began to express his own opinion.
"He accepted our invitation without hesitation, and I suspected something was amiss! He wasn't after the glory of the old Demon King at all!"
"Hahahaha!"
Li Zevim suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the hall and causing the burning demonic fire to flicker violently.
He straightened up slightly from his throne, his golden eyes looking down at the Sherpas below.
"You're right. His motives for joining our Calamity Gang and your so-called Old Demon King faction were never pure."
"It's nothing more than challenging the strong, and incidentally... finding an opportunity to avenge my grandfather who caused my unfortunate life."
Li Zevheim spoke as if he were talking about a fun little toy.
"But that's okay."
He stretched out one hand, fingers spread wide, as if to hold the entire hall in his palm.
"He also knows that we are using him. We use each other and each get what we need. Isn't that the most stable kind of cooperative relationship?"
"As long as he can hold off that man named Zhou Ye, even for just one second, his mission will be accomplished."
Hearing this, Sherpa's unease did not lessen.
"But sir, what if things go wrong..."
“Unfavorable?” Li Zewim interrupted him. “Then abandon this meeting and let Dihauser and the others retreat.”
"What?" Sherpa looked up abruptly.
give up?
They've planned for so long, waited for this opportunity for so long, and they're just giving it up so easily?
"Sherba, is your brain still filled with the thinking of a fly?" For the first time, Li Zeweim's tone carried a hint of cold mockery.
"Our goal has never been a small meeting. It is to cut a wound deep enough and painful enough in this decaying underworld! Only when they feel the pain and feel the blood flowing endlessly can we, the souls of the past, have the opportunity to step back onto the stage of history."
Li Zevim stood up and slowly walked down the steps of the throne.
With each step he took, the soul tiles beneath his feet emitted an even more mournful wail.
"Vali is just a trigger, a piece used to test the opponent's strength."
"Dühäuser and his group are just actors who stir up trouble."
"The people who can truly surprise us are another group of people."
He walked up to Sherpa, bent down, and his golden pupils reflected Sherpa's ugly and terrified face.
"Those fools in the Heroic School are our best pawns."
"Heroic School?"
In an instant, Sherpa's mind flashed the image of that extremely xenophobic organization composed of the descendants of human heroes.
"Haven't they always been hostile to all non-human races?"
“That’s right. It’s precisely because it’s stupid that it works.” Li Zevim straightened up and walked back to the throne.
“I have already sent people to contact them. Tell them that Kuoh Academy, the place where demons, fallen angels, and angels meet, hides an evil weapon powerful enough to destroy the human world. Also, give them some evidence, such as a few powerful artifacts.”
“Those brats who are blinded by the name of heroes will rush over like sharks smelling blood, recklessly sabotaging our enemy’s peace talks.”
Li Zevim sat back on the throne, looking quite relaxed.
"The scene will be quite lively. Demons, fallen angels, angels, and human heroes. Everyone will be fighting each other."
"And we just need to stay behind the scenes, enjoy the spectacular fireworks, and then go out at the most appropriate time to clean up the mess."
Sherpabies' blood boiled because of Li Zevim's words.
sinister!
That's absolutely vicious!
This is the true Demon King's strategy! To manipulate everyone at will!
He thought he was cunning enough, but compared to Li Zevim in front of him, his schemes were like children playing house.
"I understand, Lord Li Zevm!"
Sherpa suppressed his excitement and bowed deeply.
"I'll arrange it right away! I'll make sure those idiots from the hero faction are on stage on time!"
Li Zevheim waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.
"Go."
"Remember, our enemies have never been just Sazex and his men."
"Anyone who prevents us from having fun is an enemy."
The Sherpa respectfully withdrew from the main hall.
In the empty palace, only Li Zevim remained.
He lay back down on his throne, yawned, and wore an expression of extreme boredom.
"The new master of Heaven? A guy who can terrify even Vali... Zhou Ye?"
"Hopefully, you can bring me a little...surprise."
"Otherwise, this world would be too boring."
Chapter 229 The Talks Begin
Komao Academy, old school building.
The once bustling area for club activities is now completely sealed off by a powerful barrier, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
At the long table in the conference room, the three forces were clearly divided, yet the atmosphere was extremely strange.
On the demon side, the current Demon Lord Sazex Gremory sat side by side with Seraph Leviathan, with Rias, Sona, and other new generation demons standing behind them.
On the side of the Fallen Angels, Governor Azazel sat with his legs crossed, appearing nonchalant, but his fingers were tapping the table absently, betraying his inner turmoil. Behind him, Bychu and the White Dragon Emperor Vali, one with a solemn expression, the other with an undisguised, fanatical fighting spirit.
What was most surprising was that the angels, who should have been one of the hosts, were seated in the guest seats.
No.
More accurately, it's the side of heaven.
Sitting at the very head of the table, in the center position that should have been reserved for the three leaders, was none other than Zhou Ye.
Seraphim Michael and Gabriel, the two highest rulers of Heaven, stood quietly behind him like his most loyal guards.
Beside them stood a veiled woman, her aura restrained yet unfathomable—Helena Apocalypse, the biblical goddess in disguise.
"I said……"
Azazel finally couldn't take it anymore; he leaned back, and the chair creaked under the weight.
“Sazex, Michael, shouldn’t you explain things to your old friend?”
He gestured with his chin in Zhou Ye's direction.
"Brother Zhou, have you really become the new boss of Heaven?"
Zhou Ye nodded
Sazex didn't speak, but simply picked up the black tea in front of him and took a small sip.
His movements were elegant, but they couldn't hide the turmoil in his heart.
Having witnessed it firsthand, and considering the previous magical communication video, Sazex never imagined that his brother-in-law Zhou Ye could directly "sit" in Heaven.