Chapter 992
My Empire Chapter 992
2020-11-03
Chapter 992 994Demon King ReturnsSouth of Demon Realm, Aresia walked into a building made of boulders with a gloomy face. Above this huge pyramid-like structure is a towering magic tower. The outer wall of the magic tower is covered with vines, and it seems to have a history of hundreds or even thousands of years.
The Demon Race soldiers on both sides helped Iressia push open the heavy door, and the sound of zhi zhi echoed in the corridor.
Iresia's boots stepped on the slate, making a rattling sound. On both sides of the dark corridor, the torches hanging on the walls kept beating.
Walking through the dark corridor and walking up the revolving steps step by step, she has come to the window where the sun shines in.
A silhouette wearing a black robe followed behind Aresia, stepping up the steps step by step, two silhouettes one after the other slowly in this almost endless spiral staircase. walking.
I don't know how long it took, but a gate appeared in front of Aresia. On both sides of the gate, there were demon soldiers wearing new armor.
These armors were aided by the Empire of Alanhill to Iressia, and only her Guardsmen, as well as the Demon Race soldiers who are fully loyal to her, are eligible to wear them.
On the surface, at least, these armors are much better than the previous Demon Race's own armors. Demon Race, who got this armor, really likes their new equipment: after all, the new armor is handsome!
However, these armors are really nothing compared to the armors that the Alanhill Empire provides to the Demon Servant Army. Those armors are really prepared for war, they have higher defensive power and are easier to mass produce.
Two demon personalities with long swords hanging around their waists one-knee kneels across the distance, saluting Aresia. Then the two of them got up when Aresia walked in front of them and pushed open the door in front of Aresia.
The door slowly opened, and the sides were already filled with evil Demon Generals and some demon officials.
They bowed at Aresia, looking reverent. Although the Demon King appeared late, Irisia has done a lot of practical work for the Demon Race, so it has been loved by some Demon Race.
"Demon King Your Majesty!" "Your Majesty!" When Eresia passed by these demons, they all greeted each other, their faces full of piety and respect.
However, the one by one became vigilant when they saw an unidentified silhouette in a black robe following Aressia.
Aresia walked to the high platform reserved for her, she walked to the high place step by step, and the black clothed person who followed her also walked up the steps.
"Bold! That's the Demon King's throne!" An evil Demon General held the long sword around his waist and scolded the silhouette who followed Aresia to the throne.
"It's okay!" Eresia said without turning her head. Hearing her words, the evil Demon General unwillingly loosened his grip on the hilt and retreated to him. where you should be standing.
Aresia in fiery red armor took her place, and the silhouette stood aside, overlooking the senior officials of Demon Race, who were densely packed below the steps.
"I'll be back this time! I have to do something urgent." Aresia looked at her subordinates and said slowly.
Her voice is very nice, in this specially made great hall, it still echoes for a long time, as if with the majesty of Supreme.
The older and more superstitious organizations are, the more willing they are to build the halls of parliament in a similar fashion. They use echoes to reinforce their sense of authority, and involuntarily respect the people who hear them below.
This is a primordial hypnotic technique used and promoted by many monarchs and religions. However, over time, similar methods have become less effective.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Irisia actually remembered the scene where she and Chris were talking. It was a very accommodating environment, and what two people said didn't need to be similarly processed.
But what they were talking about seemed more direct and sharp. Instead of relying on this boring hypnosis, they convince each other to rely on the fact.
In the face of true powerhouse, such hypnosis will not have any effect, because powerhouse believes in strength and impeccable toughness - not anger and self-pretence is a higher realm, than the one in front of you. This deliberately created majesty is much stronger.
At this moment, Irisia seems to have seen enough of the Bugatti Veyron sports car, and goes home to see her Nissan Sunshine - that feeling is really full of disgust.
"This time to the magical continent, I brought back the goodwill of the human emperor Chris." After a few seconds of disgust, Aresia went straight to the subject and talked about the harvest of this time to Serris City.
Her red lips parted lightly, and the voice of lithe and graceful floated in the air, making people want to continue listening.
In fact, Irisia's voice is really full of temptation, enough to make many people who are not determined to indulge in it.
It's just a pity to her that Chris never seemed to be fascinated by her voice, and not even the irritating guy showed a look of admiration and enjoyment!
No way, Iresia has not seen that Princess Jessica with such a good voice that even the sweet-sounding Andrea is a little envious...
Surrounded by many enchanting females, Chris has seen too many good-looking women and heard too many good voices, so... he is immune... I can't say whether it is happiness or misery, in short, Chris is now in love with beautiful women and beautiful voices. The standard of appreciation is frighteningly high.
"Your Majesty! Forgive me to speak bluntly...Humans are still bombing our village at this moment...We don't feel the kindness of humans to us." An old demon leaned on crutches, speak up.
He is a nobleman among the Southern Demons, and is very prestigious in the city. Aresia appointed him to be the manager of the southern region, and he also pledged allegiance to Aresia.
"These things are all because of this thing." Aresia threw a document down the steps, the white paper unique to the Alanhill Empire, crash-banging in the wind.
Because they are pinned together, the files are not scattered. It made a nice arc and ended up falling in front of the old devil's toes.
Before the old demon could bend over, a Demon Race general beside him picked up the document and looked down.
When he read the above text, he stared wide-eyed in surprise: "This...how can this be possible? They...they bastards."
The old demon was even more curious about the contents of this document. He snatched the document from the general and looked at the document carefully.
This document is very detailed and includes some clear color prints of photos. There are records of the scene on these photos, as well as pictures of the bodies of Mark and the others who were killed by demons.
"..." After reading the contents of the document, the old devil felt as if all his strength had been taken away.
He staggered a little awkwardly, then looked up and looked towards Aresia: "Demon King Your Majesty! When this happened...we can't do anything...we...we have to explain to them. ..."
Almost all the demons present snort disdainfully against this statement. Of course, they know that what humans want at this time may not be just an explanation.
Those humans didn't even need demonic captives before, they came for revenge, so they didn't mind finding an excuse to kill the demons once again!
Eresia, and the other demons present, they all think of only one thing: how to make humans give up again, the plan to cut weeds and eliminate the roots of the demons.
For them, this is a problem. If it was in the past, they would definitely clamor to kill all humans, but now, after eating instant noodles and bread sausages for two months, the demons here no longer have the idea of fighting to the death.
"I have explained it to the Emperor of Humanity, Chris Your Majesty! Now, let's talk about our own problems first!" I just heard Eresia say: "We have given up the belief in the origin of magic. ...At this time, we must strengthen our position."
"In the past, we believed that the source of magic was like a god, and could lead us to victory!" She looked at the ministers under her feet. , continued: "We can conquer other races and treat them as lambs...so slaughter, enslave..."
"But we were wrong! We are the lambs, we are the lambs. It's a slave! In front of the source of magic, we have always been lambs to be slaughtered, slaves to be exploited!" She stood up from her throne and walked to the edge of the stairs.
She didn't move forward, so she didn't go down the steps, she just stood on the edge and continued to say: "The source of magic has not brought us any progress, but it has perpetuated savagery and ignorance. Today."
Her words were deafening and revolving throughout the hall: "So we must resist! This is our destiny!"
"We don't need to miss those who are behind. , a past without food, no clothes! We have to face a better future!" Aressia spread her arms, full of confidence: "We will no longer worry about farmland, as long as we are willing to cultivate, there will be endless land. We can have more food, more and better clothes!"
When she said these words, each sentence brightened the eyes of the audience below. These real benefits are more attractive than the big cake drawn by the source of magic, right?
After all, no matter how well a cake is painted and how attractive it is, if you can't eat it, you can only watch it, and over time it can no longer be considered a cake.
This is also the most important reason why the rule of the source of magic will have problems so quickly.
(end of this chapter)