As the Demon King stepped out of the RV, an impatient berserker was already cheering, and the arrival of the fourth Warlord meant that a meeting was about to begin.

For this group of madmen whose brains have been dyed red by the battle, the normal train of thought is incomprehensible, and such a road map has been formed in their minds - to hold a meeting - to talk - to fight! - A lot of blood, a lot of people can be cut! You see, I can't understand the way these crazy people are thinking.

But when he saw that except for the Demon King himself, who was bare-handed, the rest of his entourage were holding the same "evil magic spear" as the "masked monster" who was disgusting to these hand-to-hand combat fanatics, these guys began to taunt frantically again, and for a while, the entire arena booed continuously, resounding in the sky.

As for the priests of Nehekhara? They didn't look at it at all, just like their masters, and once they were immersed in something, they didn't want to bother them even if it was the end of the world. At this point, they seemed to be drawing a large, cobweb-like magic circuit.

Needless to say, even this group of people who are not crazy at home feel that something will happen today, and once this magic circuit is completed, it can be used by the sacrifices present to use the magic below the seven rings at will without worrying about the mana being drained.

"This place? This is the place to meet? Looking at the arena under the scorching sun, the demon king was in a trance. In movies and TV series, the negotiation is at least a room, this castle looks so gorgeous, let a few big lords who claim to have millions of people under their hands sit on the ground and bask in the sun to talk about major matters related to the life and death of tens of millions of people?

Even a demon lord who is not very proficient in this kind of world feels that something is wrong, it is said that these so-called war lords can't be the kind of social idlers who squat on the side of the road and chat with melon seeds.

While he was thinking wildly, a silver elevator slowly descended from a corner of the square with the roar of a gear mechanism.

"Welcome, mighty savior Max, welcome to Vulture City, I'm here to pick you up and take you to the venue."

The gray-robed and long-bearded Saruman stepped down from the elevator and performed a very standard mage salute, as if to judge at a glance that the blonde young man was the new Warlord, the strong man who had killed Old Joe.

"Ahh I'm sorry for you. "The demon king who is not used to being a strong man and leader is obviously not too accustomed to these things, so he has to use the polite tone that he often used in his previous life, judging from Camille's gloomy face, he should have taken the wrong step...

There were a total of four people standing on the elevator, except for the Demon King himself and Saruman, only Camille and Anderson followed, and the others were left in the arena, after all, where to go is to talk about things, there is no need to bring a bunch of soldiers over.

When the elevator was high enough above the ground to reach the hall, Camille whispered to the Demon King.

"You have to remember that you must have the posture of an absolute leader when you go in, and you must not be as dignified as you were just now, otherwise no war lord will be able to look down on you! Our plans are all in vain! ”

"Also, remember for a while, except for a few dogs who followed Bahad closely, everyone else is our people, once the talk collapses, don't make a move!"

Because Saruman is also "his own person", this sentence was not deliberately whispered, it seems that he deliberately wanted Anderson to hear it, after all, he is a combat maniac, Camille has personally learned it.

When the golden door burst open from both sides, the meeting hall, like a treasure chest in the world, appeared in front of everyone on the elevator.

"I... Go to ——! ”

Even Father Anderson, who has always been unsmiling, let out a funny sigh, not to mention the demon king who has a seizure of the small citizen mentality and wants to steal something restlessly.

What a splendid hall it was, the exquisite dwarven table clock was entirely based on a single piece of precious stone, the hollowed out sections were made of countless gold wires and the gauze fluttered without wind, the crystal chandeliers on the high dome were far more brilliant than any other bright stars in the world, and the statues of the kings of the dwarven era in the four corners were made entirely of refined gold, which almost blinded a man's eyes in the light.

In the middle of the room, there is a large long table, which seems to be made of obsidian to imitate the design of the night sky, and the whole large piece of polished obsidian, the Milky Way set with various gems passes through the entire tabletop, and the beauty and sophistication are astonishing.

On the equally ornate chairs at the table, two of the four sides of the entire conference were already seated.

Karn the "Betrayer" sat on the side of the window, his blood-red helmet removed and placed on the table. Sitting on his left and right sides were the "Chosen One" and the "Butcher King" Grimnir who still wore heavy helmets even when they entered the room, and as for the elven assassin that Bahad had seen faintly at the city gate, even the Nine-Ring Archmage Saruman was not sure whether she had entered or not, after all, she was the one who could directly assassinate the Great Khan of the Brotherhood, and if she didn't want to show her face, few living people could really see her.

Karn was a middle-aged man with black hair and a grim face—the age at which he had single-handedly killed thousands of people and received the blessing of Chaos, his countenance would remain immortal.

It was a face full of impact, resolute and resolute almost written on his face, and in his pupils, there was a burning of embodied anger that seemed to never be extinguished.

When he saw the Demon King and the others walking in with Saruman, the expressionless face barely squeezed out a smile that was barely visible. Although, that smile looks scary to others...

It only takes one glance for this powerful demigod to know that this is an opponent he needs, that he is strong and worthy of fighting himself.

Opposite Karn was the little mage who could barely see the silver-white strange mask on the stool, Weznan the "Endless", who was trying to rely on his staff and wanted to stand directly on the chair to talk, but failed because the chair cushion was too soft.

Nagash, the skeletal necromancer "Master of Death", who was trying to help out on the side, didn't even see anyone entering, and the great high-ranking necromancer was trying to tear the link between the cushion and the stool with his own thin bony fingers because of his master's distress.

Kassandra, the flame mage, was fiddling with a golden rose, and the moment she saw the demon king enter the room, she felt like her heart was about to fly out after staying in the black pyramid for a long time with a large group of old men or skeletons.

The Demon King was smiling and chatting with Camille beside him, and this scene seemed to Kassandra to be the only one. He was so handsome, with blond hair, big aqua blue eyes, and spotless white skin that had almost begun to turn blue. He smiled so purely, and that was so rare when he was strong enough to rival the other War Lords.

Kassandra fell in love when she was two hundred and eighty-four years old.