After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King

"My fellow kings... No, all living beings!"

Isabella stood at the highest point of this makeshift podium, facing the countless beings below her with a calm and resolute demeanor... It was raining now.

Although it was not a heavy rain, the fine raindrops still felt uncomfortable when they fell on one's body.

No one used anything to shield themselves from the rain, not even the kings, who stood drenched alongside their subjects... Even Isabella, who barely managed to lead all of life, was soaking wet.

Despite shivering from the cold, her voice remained firm and was clearly audible over the sound of the rain... Isabella had grown up; if it were the Isabella now, she would surely meet Yila's standard of "graduation."

"The Silver Moon Tree Court has been destroyed, the Dwarf Kingdom has been destroyed, and now... the World Tree Beast is ravaging the Demon King Territory. Next, it will be the Duchy and the Empire."

As Isabella spoke, she took in the sorrowful faces below. She felt this atmosphere was not right, so she raised her hand high and pointed to the sky, shouting loudly with a deliberate smile: "Ha ha ha! It's okay!"

Just like her father Yose would laugh.

Okay? How could it be okay? Those were the kingdoms everyone cherished, the places where everyone had entrusted their dreams and future, and now they were destroyed. How could it be okay?

"Because we will die too! Absolutely die!"

Isabella shouted with confidence. Even though it was a more tragic outcome, after she said those words... everyone's mood indeed improved significantly. It was a strange chemical reaction.

"Sad? No... there's no need to be sad."

Isabella shouted loudly amidst the thunderous sound that echoed across the heavens: "If you feel sad, then laugh! It's just death after all."

The rain grew heavier.

Isabella's golden hair was now completely plastered to her face and body, but her emerald green eyes shone even brighter under the darkening sky.

"What we need is not sadness..."

At this moment, Isabella's voice softened. The previous fervor was gone, and she spoke calmly: "Sadness is unnecessary because the enemy is right there."

Pointing calmly toward the World Tree Beast rampaging in the Demon King Territory, Isabella displayed a tranquility much like Yila's.

"There is where the enemy is, so we don't need to be sad... If we didn't know what to do, our sadness would be understandable, but that is not the case."

Isabella spoke, drawing the attention of those who had been watching the World Tree Beast: "We know what we need to do... and that is to fight! To kill! To unleash our fury until death!"

"It's funny, isn't it? Because the end is the same; we will all die... but since that's the case, let's make our deaths worthy. Or rather, let's make them more interesting in terms of those beyond our world's values."

The extra-worldly beings nodded uncontrollably under Isabella's words.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The footsteps of the World Tree Beast were covered by simultaneous thunder... no, they were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish where the sound was coming from, even though the ground shook alongside it.

It was absolutely indistinguishable!

...

Then, it was time for Ulrichla and the generals from other races to explain the subsequent tactics... This was the best approach, as there might be strategies and combat techniques worth borrowing from different races.

Satan Ye, amidst the crowd, looked left and right... finding that everyone was familiar—other governors were present, as were brothers and sisters from beyond the world, dragons from the Dragon Realm, the Soul Dragon uncle from the Spirit Realm.

Blood Realm's remnants were present, angels hovered around, conversing with demons from Hell... even many Cat Cars had come to the Main Plane, ready for battle.

Could Cat Cars really fight?

(Cat Car: Meow?)

Yila's teacher and principal were here, along with other principals and former principals. Brothers and sisters who looked like pirates were also present... Mages from the Three Towers and people from the Loasa Islands had arrived too.

Every race, every faction seemed to have gathered here.

Satan Ye thought to herself, looking up at the gray sky. Then, as raindrops fell into her eyes, she rubbed them, feeling a bit aggrieved... Mr. Yila must have made a lot of effort, right?

"We have received news; the World Tree Beast has destroyed the Demon King Territory, and its next target is the Empire... If the villages along the way can't stop it, it will arrive tomorrow morning."

After several generals completed their strategic deployment, Isabella sighed softly but looked spirited, saying: "Huff... come on! Come on!! Come on!!!"

"Everyone! That's the look we need! That's the look we need! We are very angry now! We will vent our anger! I have prepared abundant food! It is the culmination of all living beings, all the chefs!"

"Let's viciously tear into meat and fruits! Then sleep well, and greet the decisive battle tomorrow!"

Isabella raised her arm high, looking at the Mana of extra-worldly beings and angels blocking the wind and rain, leaving a sky where stars could be seen beautifully as the night darkened.

Then, the chefs brought out the prepared delicacies... countless chefs were still cooking, perhaps making this the largest feast ever.

The scope included... all the world's survivors.

"Eat without worry, sleep peacefully..."

As Isabella spoke, she bowed deeply to everyone present, saying the final words of the day... this was the last day before the end.

She said—

"Because in this world, only anger and food cannot be wasted."

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"..."

"Yila, are you alright?"

Snake-shed looked worriedly at Yila, who had already crawled into bed. She looked at the time and patted Yila's quilt, saying: "It's only eight o'clock, you didn't sleep this early before."

"..."

"I slept."

With Yila's muffled voice, Snake-shed helplessly transformed into her cat form, climbing onto Yila's bed... She swept her tail to turn off the computer, calling out: "Meow meow (do we have to get up early tomorrow?)~"

"..."

"Okay."

Yila responded... Damn, understood cat language.

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Yila's anger level: 66%