Castle Lord.

As a captain of the Salvation Army and an actual participant in the Advent Plan, Li Lian was certainly qualified to meet the city lord.

He just had to go through a short process and wait for a briefing that wasn't too long. And all of this necessary process will end with him leaving the Advent Room and heading to the core of Castlevania.

Castlevania.

Fantasyland, Castlevania.

No matter how many times he walked on the streets of this gloomy ancient city full of Gothic style, Li Lian's heart was always a little subconsciously nervous. Of course, this tension does not come from the slogans that are everywhere on the streets, "Promote production, unite and help each other", "The earth is the earth of the earthlings", "Crack down on the devil of stealing, violators will be severely punished", "Prohibition of damaging public devil's property". It's not the same Chinese and Western faces with red armbands and street office logos on their heads—he can only find it funny. And this funny existence is meant to dilute this nervous emotion.

Against this nervousness, what might have been called fear in the past, he struggled to survive for years in this fantasy land. During these years, he has been fighting to the death against the powerful demons of this fantasy land, fighting wits and courage, and even paying the price of blood.

Until the lord of the castle came here three months ago.

Until Castlevania welcomes the true Demon Lord.

"Captain Lee, wait here." A voice hindered his progress.

The voice was filled with the smell of sulfur and the heat of fire.

He looked up, and a stout demon in a neat military uniform with a large-brimmed hat saluted him with a standard military salute. Behind it stretched a pair of flaming flesh wings, and it had eyes dotted with pitch-black flames.

"Okay." Li Lian obediently stopped—in the past six years, nineteen of his colleagues had been torn apart and devoured alive by this type of demon, and the old squad leader he respected the most had half of his hand torn off by the demon at the peak of the true demon level in front of him.

After all, this is the Barlow Flame Demon, one of the most powerful races among the demons. The lowest fully developed individual is also the middle of the true demon level, and there are many individuals at the demon king level.

But he knew better that the demon in front of him was hosting his old squad leader—one of its hands had a slight delay in functioning. The former sworn enemy was now just a tool for the Salvation Army to drive at will. And one should not be discouraged by appliances that can play a significant role.

This is also the will of the castle lord.

The lord of the castle believed that the fear of these controlled demons should be dispelled. Therefore, he deliberately arranged for many disabled veterans to live in the shells of these powerful demons. And as long as these demons can continue to serve the people, then this fear will gradually disappear.

This is a good policy, Li Lian has mixed feelings about it, but he supports it with both hands.

Because the city of Castlevania is the most suitable area for human habitation in this fantasy land, which can provide the most resources and protection. And the empty shells of these demons are also the most precious but renewable strategic resources in the fantasy land, as well as ...... For those disabled veterans, their bodies can slowly recover during the boarding process.

The benefits are so numerous that there is no need to object. After all, these empty shells have long been counted as dead things. Then the blood feud of the past can naturally be regarded as dissolving and erasing.

"That's it." Barlow Flame Demon stepped out of the way, and this step was a very wide pathway. "Your Excellency the City Lord has set aside ten minutes of your time, make good use of it."

"Hmm." Li Lian nodded.

During the working period, there should be no more gossip. But he read the taste from the old squad leader's eyes, and after work today, he probably had to go drinking.

So he went on. Wide doors opened one after another in front of him, and many of them still had traces of explosions and bullets. It was all the traces of the bloody battle of the remnants of the Salvation Army in the distant past, who had paid countless blood and finally failed to breach the core of Castlevania, but now, he was able to wander through it absentmindedly.

It was as if the remnants of roaring and roaring could still be heard in his ears.

He watched as the leaderless body of the chief fell down the steps, blood staining the dark carapace of his soul, his still twitching fingers pulling the trigger in vain. Shoot a super-electromagnetic projectile worthlessly.

He saw his comrades slashed by the giant sword, the flame-stained claws crushing the familiar and angry faces.

He saw the soul-sucker's form crumble in the demonic energy, and the soul-sucking alchemist pulled the struggling humanoid fragments out of the shell. Painful wails and resolute screams burst outward, but this mortal fight was halted by a more powerful force.

He saw death, he saw mountains of corpses. I saw the demon king-level demon who broke through the shackles poking out of the portal with huge claws. Countless desperate hands swung their weapons in vain, while more desperate hands dragged him behind him.

"Retreat! The assassination failed! We can't seal the Demon King! ”

"Let's go! Li Lian! Take your people with you! Only you are not tainted with the curse of the Demon King! ”

"Let's go!!"

'Boom-' The giant door closed in front of him, and the Demon King's roar was briefly sealed behind the door.

'Boom-' The giant door closed behind him, and the illusion of the past was replaced by reality. And a newly born quasi-demon king-level demon was roaring angrily in front of him.

He didn't pause, he didn't stop. He just stared at the newly-born would-be Demon King, and there was no emotion in his eyes—it was certainly not the Demon King who had crushed the remnants of the Salvation Army. And its newly-born destiny is about to come to an end.

It's just an instrument – why should man care about it?

The pitch-black flames had already entangled the body of the would-be demon king, and the roaring rage was contaminated with horror in an instant. The newly-born quasi-demon king waved his fiery weapon in vain, and his constantly flapping flesh wings became weaker and weaker. The black qi that symbolized sin was like a little pure fuel when it touched the pitch-black flame, and in an instant, the black flame was infused into every hole of this would-be demon and penetrated into it.

The lord of the city called the flame 'Flame', which was the purest karmic fire that could burn away all sins.

And only a dozen seconds later, the powerful quasi-demon king stopped moving. Dark flames flowed from its eye sockets, and all the sins in its body were banished.

It has become an empty shell, an instrument. It became an important usable asset in Castlevania, and it was a little sluggish to the side.

And the one who is hidden by its massive body is revealed on the throne.

"Your Excellency, Lord of the City." Li Lian gave him a military salute. "Report, Captain Li Lian, there is a major intelligence report!"

He looked at the man on the throne, and he saw that the man's bewitching and handsome face was filled with helplessness - the man waved his hand, stepped down from the throne, and paced helplessly.

"It's all said that it's okay to call me Zheng Zha directly...... It has to be so formal...... Okay, okay, take a break. To be more specific, all of the demons I sensed earlier for the Advent operation are dead. What happened again this time? ”

"Order and respect are necessary, you are indeed the master of Castlevania, the vengeance and last hope of humanity. This is the unanimous conclusion of the Salvation Army, and you should be respected as our supreme leader at all times. Li Lian smiled, his serious face gradually relaxed, he looked at the man in front of him, and there was indeed only respect in his heart.

The Lord of Demons, Zheng Zhe.

The remnants of the Salvation Army three months ago and the remnants of the snails living in this fantasy land were nothing more than a pack of lost dogs, a bunch of meat beasts that had long been regarded as a meal on the plate by the demon kings. There is only despair and panic in everyone's hearts, and the greatest luxury is only to be able to let out a roar of resistance when the demon kings hunt for food.

However, he came, he destroyed everything in the Demon City, he ignited the hope of humanity and the fire of revenge. The black flames are undoubtedly the judgment and wrath of mankind against the ghosts. And Li Lian had no doubt that he would be able to lead humanity to the end.

So......

"We encountered a strange force when we came." Li Lian straightened out the words in his belly and said seriously and carefully. "This advent was a success, and the specific parameters must have been well documented by the scientific research department. The demons we control are those who succeed in descending into the desperate crowd of survivors and are then broken by external forces. And this strange force ...... I think they may be the remnants of the world government. ”