In the southern part of the Demon Realm, Aresia walked into a building made of boulders with a gloomy face. This huge pyramid-like structure is topped by a towering magic tower. The outer walls of the magic tower are covered with vines, which seem to be hundreds or even thousands of years old.

The demon soldiers on both sides helped Aresia push open the heavy door, and the creaking sound echoed through the corridor.

Aresia's boots clattered against the stone slabs, and the torches hanging from the walls flickered on both sides of the dimly lit corridor.

Walking through the dark hallway, up the spiral steps, she had reached the window where the sunlight was shining in.

A figure in a black robe followed behind Aresia, walking up the stairs step by step, the two figures walking slowly in front of each other in the spiral staircase with no end in sight.

I don't know how long I walked, but a gate appeared in front of Aresia, and on both sides of the gate were demon soldiers wearing new armor.

These armors were given to Aresia by the Orchid Hill Empire, and only her personal guards, as well as demon soldiers who were completely loyal to her, were eligible to wear them.

At least on the surface, these armors are much better than the armor used by the demons themselves before. The demons who got this set of armor really liked their new equipment: after all, the new armor was handsome!

However, these armors are indeed inferior to the armor provided by the Elanhill Empire to the Demon Minions, which are truly prepared for war, with higher defense and easier to produce in large quantities.

Two demon soldiers with swords at their waists knelt on one knee from afar and saluted Aresia. Then the two of them got up as Aresia walked in front of them and pushed the door open in front of Aresia.

The gate slowly opened, and the sides were already full of demon generals and some demon officials.

They bowed to Aresia, looking respectful. Although the Demon King appeared late, Aresia has done a lot of practical things for the demons, so she has been loved by some demons.

"Your Majesty the Demon King!" "Your Majesty!" When Aresia passed by these demons, they all greeted each other, and their faces were full of devotion and respect.

However, when they saw an unidentified figure in black robe around Aresia, they all became vigilant.

Aresia walked to the high platform reserved for her, and she walked to the top step by step, and the man in black who followed behind her also walked up the steps.

"Bold! That's the Demon King's throne! A demonic general pressed the sword at his waist and coldly scolded the figure who had followed Aresia to the throne.

"It's okay!" Aresia didn't look back before she spoke, and when she heard her words, the demon general reluctantly let go of his grip on the hilt of his sword and retreated to where he should stand.

Wearing fiery red armor, Aresia sat down in her place, and the figure stood aside, overlooking the high-ranking officials of the demon clan standing densely at the bottom of the steps.

"I'm back this time! There are important things that must be done. Aresia looked at her men and spoke slowly.

Her voice is very good, and in this specially built hall, it still reverberates for a long time, as if with supreme majesty.

The older and more superstitious the organization, the more willing it is to build the council hall to resemble it. They use the echo to reinforce their sense of authority, so that those who hear it below can't help but feel respect.

It is a primitive hypnotic technique that has been used and promoted by many monarchs and religions. However, as time went on, similar methods did not have such high special effects.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Alessia actually remembered the scene where she was talking to Chris. It was a very easy-going environment, and the words of the two people didn't need to go through similar processing.

But what they talk about seems to be more direct and pointed. They convince each other to rely on the fact that they do not rely on this boring hypnosis.

When facing the real strong, this kind of hypnosis will not have any effect, because the strong believe in strength, and it is impeccable strength - not being angry and self-righteous is a higher realm, much stronger than the majesty deliberately created in front of them.

At this moment, it is as if she has seen enough of the Bugatti Veicon sports car, and when she comes home and sees her Nissan Sunshine - it feels really full of disgust.

"This time I went to the Magic Continent, and I brought back the kindness of the Human Emperor Chris." After a few seconds of disgust, Aresia gets straight to the point, talking about the harvest of this trip to Seris City.

Her red lips opened slightly, and her graceful voice floated through the air, making people want to continue listening.

In fact, Aresia's voice is really full of temptation, enough to make many people who are not determined to indulge in it.

It's just a little regrettable to her that Chris never seems to be confused by her voice, and even that annoying guy doesn't show a look of appreciation!

No way, Alessia has never seen the princess Jessica who has a super good voice, so good that even Andrea, who has a sweet voice, is a little envious......

Surrounded by warblers and swallows, Chris has seen too many good-looking women and heard too many beautiful voices, so he ...... He's immune...... It can't be said that it is happiness or misery, in short, Chris's current standard of appreciation for beauty and bel canto is high and scary.

"Your Majesty! IMHO...... Humanity is still bombarding our villages...... We don't feel the kindness that humanity has towards us. An old demon spoke on crutches.

He is a nobleman among the Southern Demons and has a great reputation in the city. Aresia appointed him as administrator of the Southern Regions, and he also pledged allegiance to Aresia.

"These things are all because of this thing." Aresia dropped a document down the steps, and the white paper, unique to the Orchid Hill Empire, rattled in the wind.

Because they were nailed together, the documents were not scattered. It made a beautiful arc and ended up falling in front of the old demon's toes.

Before the old demon could bend down, a demon general beside him picked up the document and looked down.

When he read the above text, his eyes widened in surprise: "This...... How can this be? They...... They're bastards. ”

The old demon was even more curious about the contents of the document, and he snatched it from the general's hand and looked at it carefully.

The document is very detailed, and there are some clear color prints of photographs. The photos have records of the scene, as well as photos of the bodies of Mark and others who were killed by demons.

"......" After reading the contents of the document, the old demon felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

He staggered a little embarrassed, then looked up at Aresia: "Your Majesty the Demon King! This kind of thing happens...... We can't help it...... We...... We're going to explain ...... to them."

Almost all the demons present scoffed at this statement. Of course, they know that what humanity wants at this time may not be just an explanation.

Those humans didn't even need demon captives before, they were here for revenge, so they didn't mind finding an excuse to kill the demons once again!

Whether it was Aresia, or the other demons present, they all had only one thing on their minds: how to make the human race give up once again and eradicate the demons.

For them, it's a conundrum. In the past, they would have clamored to kill all the humans, but now, after two months of eating instant noodles and bread sausages, the demons here no longer have the idea of fighting to the death.

"I have already explained it to His Majesty Chris, the Emperor of the Humans! Now, let's talk about our own problems! "We've given up on the belief in the origin of magic...... At this point, we must take a firm stand. ”

"Once upon a time, we believed that the source of magic was like a god who could lead us to victory!" She looked at the ministers at her feet and continued, "We can conquer other races and treat them as lambs...... So slaughter, slavery at will......"

"But we were wrong! We ourselves are lambs, we ourselves are slaves! In the face of the origin of magic, we have always been lambs to the slaughter, slaves to be exploited! She rose from her throne and walked to the edge of the stairs.

She didn't go any further, so she didn't go down the stairs, she just stood on the edge and continued, "The source of magic has not brought us any progress, but it has perpetuated barbarism and ignorance to this day. ”

Her words reverberated through the hall: "So we must resist!" This is our fate! ”

"We don't need to be nostalgic for the backward, foodless, and unclothed past! We want to face a better future! Aresia spread her arms and was full of confidence: "We don't have to worry about the farmland anymore, as long as we are willing to cultivate, there will be endless land!" We can have more food, we can have more and better clothes! ”

When she said these words, every sentence brightened the eyes of the audience below. These tangible benefits are much more tempting than the pie drawn by the source of magic, right?

After all, no matter how well the cake is painted and how attractive it is, if you can't eat it, you can only look at it, and over time it can no longer be counted as a cake.

This is also the main reason why the reign of the magic source will have problems so quickly.