The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Including the once desolate Black Wind Castle.

Even Lord Demon King himself... these are all living examples.

Even if you comb through the history of Hell, you won't find another human who, as an orphan, reached a position as a senator in the Parliament Building.

Thinking of this, a glimpse of intoxicated brilliance flickered in Bransia's eyes.

Praise the Demon God!

Let this rising Purple Moon descend above Desperate City, sparing the Maze of Thunder County from a fate of disintegrating!

"I never thought about it like that, don't talk nonsense..." Perhaps out of fear of the Demon King, Thanos added these words before truly leaving.

Meanwhile, on the other side, not far from the ruins of the Dragon God Temple.

Luo Yan was giving orders to his subordinates, arranging for them to station in Assam City, while sending subordinates with keen senses and Little Demon players to assist the residents of Assam City in searching for the Armored Dragon Clan Lizardman buried under the ruins.

From now on, the Armored Dragon Clan would be his subjects, and as their lord, he still needed to take some responsibility for them.

Moreover, they were all children of Gutaf, considered as wiping the slate clean for his future mounts.

Additonally, Luo Yan instructed Thanos to search for the whereabouts of Holy King Iz.

According to High Priest Zel, that guy seemed to have flown to the sky with the Dragon God Temple and then disappeared.

However, unfortunately, Thanos found only some indescribable remains beneath the ruins of the temple—shaped like charred meat sauce.

Apparently, the Golden Scales of the Par Family were no more durable than granite; considering the Dragon God Temple shattered like tofu dregs, his fate was already unspeakable.

What a pity.

Luo Yan initially planned to throw him to the angry residents of Assam City, let him taste being sacrificed on the altar, and at the same time consolidate these new believers' faith, but unexpectedly, the guy died unnoticed in a corner, which rather benefited him.

However, just when Luo Yan was about to give up, a Priest from the Armored Dragon Clan came to remind him that there were other members of the Par Family.

"The Par Family's deception of us for a millennium is truly hateful, the crimes they committed are as numerous as the blood and flesh smeared on the stone steps of the Dragon God Temple! Iz's death is far from enough to commemorate the Soul of the Dragon God... Your Majesty, as long as you give the order, I am willing to serve you, to carry out the reckoning against the Par Family for you!"

Seeing the humble and pandering lizard face, a teasing smile appeared on Luo Yan's face.

"You can do as you please, there's no need to ask me."

The Priest's spirit lifted, and he stood tall with pride.

"Yes! Lord Demon King!"

From Gutaf's standpoint, the first Patriarch of the Par Family was undoubtedly a traitor, but from the Armored Dragon Clan's standpoint, not necessarily so.

That crucial blow not only severed Gutaf's head but also severed the shackles around the Armored Dragon Clan's necks.

However, it's true that the guy didn't settle the errors of Gutaf in time, and completely inherited the legacy of the Great Barrier and the will of Gutaf.

Now, under the Par Family's leadership, the Armored Dragon Clan experienced severe cultural decline, coming infinitely close to primitive men eating raw meat and blood.

Those primitive men decided to reckon with his descendants in a primitive way, which was understandable.

Anyway, this was undeniably an internal affair of the Armored Dragon Clan.

With a single sentence dismissing the enthusiastic Priest, Luo Yan no longer bothered about this insignificant matter unrelated to the big picture.

Interestingly, the Dragon Egg in his arms did not warm.

Take it as His tacit approval.

...

On the seventh day after the war ended, the reconstruction work had already been going on for some time, but it was still in the ruins clearing stage, with no restoration of buildings begun yet.

Temporary dirt roads stretched out to the camp outside Assam City, the roads were full of debris, and skeleton soldiers trudged along, tirelessly transporting cartloads of waste out.

Of course, not everything in the carts was waste, there were also some gold and silver items scraped from the ruined walls... these treasures could be exchanged for Joss Paper at Ticky's hotel.

However, since the exchange yield was mediocre and far less than digging out survivors from the ruins, not many players specifically searched for gold in the ruins; it was more of a handy task traded to novice scavengers.

It's lamentable that the once sumptuous streets now left only charred outlines and remnants of stone columns melted by high temperatures.

"It's so tragic..." standing before the ruins of the Dragon God Temple, [Teammate Sacrifice] quietly lamented while looking at his former fallen place.

Why bother?

He was just passing by.

But he didn't expect the esteemed Lord Demon King actually avenged him, proving this game's NPCs were too realistic...

In the distance, players donned in battle robes and the Hell Demon Legion continued assisting corpse ghosts and undead laborers in clearing the ruins, with the dull sounds of stones collapsing and bones unearthed echoing from time to time.

Meanwhile, by the Holy Lake of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, chiefs and emissaries from various tribes quietly stood.

Most of them had already submitted to the Great Graveyard, but at this moment, facing the scene of destruction before them, they couldn't help but hold their breath and steel their minds, with a chill spreading in their hearts.

The former Assam City now resembled a giant beast carcass stripped of scales, and all of this was caused by the arrogance of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, which had incurred the wrath of the Demon King.