Chapter 596: I Know Everyone is Very Anxious...

Regarding the death of their own people, rather than sadness, it was more like anger for them.

After all, although that guy Steve was a founder of the Gravel Syndicate, not to mention he failed to strive for much benefit for them, he even used the Syndicate's funds to forge the Pure Origin Sect.

If the Pure Origin Sect could come in handy later, it wouldn't be much.

But the problem was this guy died before the Pure Origin Sect could come in handy, which meant all of the Syndicate's early-stage investments went down the drain.

To be honest.

The Devilmen's mood now was just like that of the current Pope Marshall.

They also wanted to dig this guy Steve out of the mass grave and then kill him once more.

Thus, maintaining such a mentality, the Devilmen began to analyze the current situation.

After all, too many and too urgent things happened this time. Even if they wanted to analyze them one by one, it was extremely difficult.

That's right.

Up until now, these Devilmen still hadn't given up their so-called plans.

After all, many plans were like Steve's 'Pure Origin Sect Plan', having quite a bit of early-stage investment.

Wanting to pull out now was fundamentally an impossible matter.

So rather than letting it go down the drain, it was better to engage in WasteUtilization and see if these generated things could be converted into something new.

However, because no one wanted the part they invested in to become a bubble, causing the power in their hands to shrink, they began arguing strongly for their reasons as if bargaining in a vegetable market.

It was already dark at this moment, and braziers were lit around the open-air square.

The smell of rosin used to support combustion floated in the air, and while the wood burned in the braziers, it also emitted crackling sounds from time to time.

If there were only these things in the picture, then it should look like a beautiful picture of a 'Tranquil Night'.

However, in this picture, there were ironically bloody, savage maws one after another.

Because it was all about ensuring their own interests were prioritized, not a single person present would relax their vigilance.

After all, if money was invested, one should receive a corresponding return.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Some Syndicate members even directly transformed into their demon forms because they were too agitated, falling just short of coming to blows.

This demon form was similar to the previously killed Xin Tianle.

But compared to Xin Tianle, it looked at least two or three sizes larger.

So the entire picture looked like a drawing of hell, making one shudder with cold.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Just when the demons were arguing clamorously, a person wearing a mask in the center of the square knocked a wooden gavel.

This person was also a Devilman, but the role he played now was considered a host's position.

So he wore a mask but took up a wooden gavel.

This represented the 'authority' of the Devilmen.

Thus, the originally endlessly arguing, red-faced demons stopped cursing amidst the sound of the wooden gavel knocking on the stone table.

"I know everyone is very busy now, but regrettably, the entire world has currently devolved into an extent of chaos that is terrifying. This requires us to save it, no! It is only us who can save those pitiful people and give them equal rights!"

Although this host probably didn't even know what he was saying himself.

But clearly, the profit-first Devilmen were dismissive of this kind of slogan that was 'all humanity' the moment he opened his mouth.

However, these matters were always the things they 'flaunted'.

As for saving or not saving, it was inherently a good thing that allowed them to put on an act, so why not use it?

Anyway, everyone liked it.

But what the host said in the first half was also very reasonable.

At present, where everything had changed in a day's time, it had indeed reached a terrifying stage.

However, this terror wasn't towards others, but towards them Devilmen.

Now that the weaknesses of demons had been exposed, even if they evolved into the Demon Race, they couldn't guarantee being completely safe.

One must know that in a sense, chaos was the ladder for everyone to climb.

Once the entire Karim Continent fell into chaos, they would definitely be affected. After all, even when there wasn't chaos, quite a few among them had been insidiously killed by someone using poison spores.

And what they wanted was for only themselves to possess the ladder to climb.

Who would want that kind of world where everyone had an opportunity.

So this chaos itself was the greatest threat to them.

"I know everyone is very anxious now, but sometimes being anxious about certain matters is useless. So I propose we first resolve some of the most important problems right before our eyes, I wonder what everyone thinks."

After everyone stopped arguing, the host continued to progress the topic.

To be honest, having hosted so many meetings, this time was considered the most difficult.

This group of guys sitting on the circular stone steps had been chattering and clamoring for over an hour.

One must know that less than an hour and a half had passed since they gathered until now, which showed how this matter had angered this group of people.

Yes.

Actually, from late at night when the news of someone rebelling from Steve's side in the Holy City was transmitted, they had started to assemble personnel.

It was just that at that time, what they thought was merely a rebellion, nothing serious.

So those assembled were all Devilmen in charge of combat and combat power.

After all, if it was a rebellion, then it indeed only required dispatching an army and generals or something to carry out annihilation.

However, at that time, the Teleportation Array leading to the Holy City had long been closed.

Even the escape Teleportation Array prepared just in case had been closed.

Only then did the Devilmen feel a trace of an ominous aura.

It wasn't until about three hours later, when an insider sent back news that 'Steve' had died in this rebellion, that they realized the seriousness of the matter.

But even so, for some Devilmen, it didn't concern them.

After all, their responsibilities were different, so naturally, their liabilities were different.

If he's dead, he's dead; anyway, the ones having a headache were those people in charge of the Pure Origin Sect's side.

Even if some Devilmen received the news, they didn't rush over at the first moment, but leisurely ate when they should eat and slept when they should sleep.

Only after dealing with their own matters did they arrive tardily.

This was also the reason why they had been notified a dozen or twenty hours ago, yet as a result, the full assembly was only completed an hour and a half ago.

To put it bluntly, everyone didn't take it seriously.

They only cared about the power in their own hands.

This was probably the drawback of a full assembly.

He wasn't clear about others, but Devilmen were indeed like this.

Sometimes the host also hated these unpunctual guys very much, but everyone was of the same race, all knowing they were scumbags, so they could only survive by huddling together.

Otherwise, what awaited them was either being eliminated or being assimilated; there was no third possibility to speak of.