Chapter 598: Even Demons Couldn't Help But Gasp

Tsk tsk...

Have crossed swords with the Tower Witch?

If I didn't f*cking know what the situation was back then, I would have been deceived by you.

This fat man is truly wicked, to be able to say such things.

When Sherlock blurted out those questioning words, quite a few people present, including the Masked Demon, couldn't help but roast him in their hearts.

But no matter what, the other party surviving from the hands of the Tower Witch, a guy who stood almost at the apex of all transmigrators, was enough for him to brag about.

After all, among those targeted by the Tower Witch up to now, not a single one could appear alive in front of people again.

Even guys like Isabel were publicly executed.

So in a sense, Sherlock, this Demon Duke, currently had a higher gold content than most people.

There was no helping it, who told him to be alive; being alive was experience.

Thus, regarding Sherlock's questioning, everyone also took it to heart. After all, to tell the truth, not just anyone was willing to provoke that group of guys from the Witch Race.

Although in their narrative, provoking witches was a matter of sooner or later.

But definitely not now.

"Indeed, the Tower Witch makes people somewhat uneasy, but..."

Regarding Sherlock's questioning, the Masked Demon wasn't angry, just nodded indifferently, and then continued to speak with his low voice.

"A witch is a witch, but I didn't say it must be a Black Witch ah..."

Hmm?

Not a Black Witch?

The Black Witches were the Witch lineage under the Tower Witch. If not a Black Witch...

"White Witch?"

The guided demons instantly thought of what the Masked Demon wanted to do.

After all, apart from the Black Witches, only the White Witch lineage existed in this world.

It's either black or white, one had to choose one.

"Yes."

"Then why a witch? I feel that if it's like this, other races should also be fine, right? For example, the Merfolk Race or the Titan Race."

Although they understood the Masked Demon's thought of killing with a borrowed knife.

But the people the other party chose weren't the only ones.

It could be said that as long as it could make life difficult for that traitor Marshall, then it seemed there was no difference in provoking which race.

"Indeed, speaking of it like this, if we only look at strength, there doesn't seem to be a need for this. But don't forget everyone, compared to other races, the obsession of witches is much deeper."

"It can be said that if other races are provoked, they might very rationally choose to endure for a while because of this or that reason or excuse, or simply shelve the incident."

"But witches are different."

"Seeking revenge for any grievance seems to be engraved into the bones of a witch. As long as they are provoked, they will frantically chase you and beat you. Those Black Witch pursuit squads still wandering the world right now are the best proof."

As if giving a speech, the Masked Demon pounded the table and said loudly.

"Wait, in that case, wouldn't the Pure Origin Sect also be finished along with it?"

Someone expressed non-understanding.

After all, their goal wasn't to let the organization of the Pure Origin Sect dissipate.

But the issue of recovering costs or reusing it.

"I am naturally clear on this."

The Masked Demon nodded.

"So our goal from beginning to end isn't to provoke anyone, but to re-snatch the Pure Origin Sect back from the hands of the damned Primal Scripture Adherents through this method."

"Even if we ultimately can't snatch it back, we must at least cause the Pure Origin Sect to split. Otherwise, not only would it benefit those Primal Scripture Adherents, it would also very likely become the target of their retaliation."

"So this vindictiveness of the Witch Race can exactly become a knife in our hands, to excise the tumor that is Marshall."

The demons nodded repeatedly as they listened.

Indeed, this was their ultimate goal.

"We understand what you said, but how can you guarantee the White Witches won't pester us?"

Whether Black Witch or White Witch, they first had to ensure their own safety.

They absolutely didn't want to encounter something like Steve's matter.

"Everyone might also know that the majority of White Witches are Homunculi."

"And according to the intelligence I've obtained, it's understood that the Demon Eyes of this kind of creature are innately weaker than normal witches' Demon Eyes by at least two grades. So even if we offend them, it will be much harder for them to find us than Black Witches."

"At the very least, within the Masquerade Ball where the Workshop Faction Witches are located, there is no person who can divine with one hundred percent certainty."

"And even if there is, so what? Not knowing our specific identities, they can't even perform divination, let alone other things."

The Masked Demon spread his hands and shrugged, revealing a very relaxed appearance, making the Devilmen on the stone steps laugh loudly.

Indeed.

As long as the witches didn't know they did this, it would be fine.

No, even if they knew the Gravel Syndicate did it, they wouldn't know exactly who the people inside the Gravel Syndicate were.

Of course, a certain fat man might have already been exposed.

But this was only a possibility.

After all, Sherlock himself hadn't revealed that he was a member of the Syndicate back then either.

In fact, he himself wasn't afraid.

He was even pondering a matter that everyone had ignored just now.

"Then the last point."

Sherlock raised his fat hand.

"What is it?"

"What can you gain from this?"

...

Right.

The masked guy on the stage had been conducting a series of lobbying targeting the two core points of the Pure Origin Sect and the witches since earlier.

And now, he had indeed successfully convinced everyone to let him implement this plan.

So after being reminded like this by Sherlock, everyone then remembered this extremely crucial matter.

After all, one doesn't get up early without profit.

Everyone is a Blue Star Devilman, who doesn't know who.

You being so attentive definitely means there is profit to be made.

And who would be willing to give up on a profitable matter.

"First, authority. I need greater authority to implement this plan."

The Masked Demon straightforwardly stated his desire without any taboo, making the demons nod repeatedly as they listened.

One must know that the implementation of this plan wasn't just as simple as casting a vote and everyone nodding.

This also pertained to the dominion over those mid-to-low-level administrative personnel originally in Steve's hands, controlled by the Syndicate on the Pure Origin Sect's side.

Put simply, once this guy took over those personnel, it meant he successfully went from an 'ordinary Devilman with some power' like most demons to a real power holder within the Syndicate all at once.

"Secondly, I am currently conducting a research, and I need these witches to contribute a little."

"Contribute... do you want to get some more Demon Eyes in this chaos?"

Someone whose brain turned fast immediately thought of what this Masked Demon needed.

"Not just Demon Eyes, I also need Witch Blood."

Hiss——

Hearing this, even the demons couldn't help but gasp.