Chapter 302: This Intelligence is Provided by the Demon King of Lei Ming County

Magic City.

Deep inside the Parliament Building.

Accompanied by a low hum that seemed to come from the depths of the earth, the heavy obsidian door panels slowly opened under the drive of magic energy, revealing the most secret and solemn place of power in the Magic City.

This was the Supreme Council Chamber, known as the core of Hell's power.

It was also rumored to be the place closest to the Demon God, closer than the Cabinet.

This was Luo Yan's first time stepping into this place.

Although the last time this door opened had quite a bit to do with him, at that time he wasn't one of the people sitting at the table to deliberate, but the one standing on the table being scrutinized.

Dark blue magic flames flickered on the walls embedded with magic text, reflecting the circular long table and the tiered gallery, every stone brick seeming to listen quietly to the fate about to be declared.

Luo Yan could feel pairs of eyes cast from the gallery, watching him quietly.

Some came from the councilors in front of the circular table, some from the Demon Kings in the gallery, and some didn't belong to any specific direction, just hidden in the silent structure of this council chamber... just like the dark and deep Demon God statue on one side of the wall.

Those weren't hostile gazes, more like gamblers sitting at a poker table, watching a chip that hadn't been flipped over yet.

Since entering the core of power in the Magic City, the gazes focused on him seemed to be getting more and more...

Having long been accustomed to such occasions, Luo Yan didn't take those gazes to heart, entering with his usual expression.

When making eye contact with Mr. Festin Partridge, he nodded slightly, then walked to his own seat.

The granite stone chair was slowly pulled open by an invisible hand, and Luo Yan sat down, his calm and composed appearance as if this were his audience hall.

Subsequently, he joined the army of people observing everywhere, following the local customs.

The whispering in the seats gradually ceased.

Accompanied by a low bell sound, a chilling cold air suddenly spread silently from the door of the council chamber, even lowering the temperature in the room by more than ten degrees.

Feeling a huge pressure, Luo Yan looked at the entrance of the door, his eyes narrowing slightly.

And almost at the same time, a figure appeared in the shadow of the door.

That was a lich wearing ancient divine robes.

The decaying skull was exposed to the air, and two groups of dark green soul fire embedded in the depths of the bone eyes jumped, like an inextinguishable curse fire.

He had no footsteps when walking, as if death itself slid from the threshold into this hall of power, and what followed was a nauseating, musty smell.

Different from Principal Headmaster Aiwen's introversion.

As a demigod-level powerhouse, not only was he more sharp-edged, but the aura on his body was also significantly different from the lich who spent years in the ivory tower dealing with students!

"Geligo Solun..."

"It seems his mood isn't very good."

"I heard he had a conflict with Caesar Prince Prince Kelin."

Whispers came from the gallery.

Although those demons who were discussing kept their voices very low, they were still exceptionally clear in this silent meeting hall.

Clearly, those few Demon Kings were also walking in here for the first time and weren't very familiar with the situation in the Supreme Council Chamber.

Seeming to have heard the discussion in the gallery, Geligo's skull slowly raised, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

Almost in an instant, the whispering stopped abruptly, and what froze along with it was the breathing of those few people.

Several councilors looked at the few stiff-faced, greenhorn Demon Kings in the gallery, revealing a bit of playfulness in their calm expressions.

These rookies clearly hadn't positioned their identities correctly—

They were sitting here only because of the permission of the big shots, which didn't mean they had the qualification or the strength to speak here.

Those Demon Kings who had come many times were very smart, hugging their arms and closing their eyes to rest, leaving only one ear to listen.

In this way, they maintained their decency or "coolness," and avoided offending a specific big shot because of disrespectful words or provocative eyes.

This was a very smart choice.

However, Geligo didn't bother with those few demons who weren't very smart, and his gaze quickly moved away from them.

Those few high-level demons felt relieved, as if their throats had been released, gasping for air, their faces slightly pale.

They were all local emperors in their respective Demon King territories, commanding countless monsters and ghosts, and they themselves had platinum or even diamond-level strength!

But in front of the Demon God's spokesperson, their pride was still like ants...

Geligo taught them a lesson with just one look, without even chanting half a syllable of a spell.

Luo Yan had been observing his words and deeds carefully.

However, what he didn't expect was that the gaze Geligo moved away from those few demons fell on him.

But unlike those demons.

He didn't feel too obvious pressure, only feeling the chair behind him slightly cold, even forming a layer of imperceptible frost.

Perhaps this was the help brought to him by the divinity.

Even a demigod-level lich couldn't simply penetrate his heart wall.

After all, that was a supernatural power higher than supernatural power, a rule power condensed directly by the thoughts of everyone!

'Hearing You You, is he a God-Chosen?' Luo Yan held his breath, resisting the soul-peering while communicating with Hearing You You in his heart.

He knew Hearing You You was beside him.

'Need you ask, Demon King, the demons around you are all marked by the Demon God, including you... of course, your composition is much more complex than theirs.' Hearing You You said in a low voice, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Luo Yan: '...'

Fine.

It seems he really asked a redundant question.

A strange color flashed in those burning dark green pupils, as if surprised by Luo Yan's calm reaction, and as if scrutinizing something.

The gaze of the person and the lich touched briefly, and Geligo's gaze slowly moved away, drifting like a ghost to the seat belonging to the Cabinet Minister.

Festin looked at Luo Yan again, his gaze carrying a bit of concern from an elder to a junior.

Luo Yan nodded to him, indicating he was fine, and then, under the latter's surprised gaze, collected his mind and waited quietly for the meeting to begin.

Entering after Geligo was Caesar Prince Prince Kelin, Hell's Minister of War, and the master of the Blood Clan Grand Duchy.

As Hell's "Iron-Blooded Prince," he was both the true "Prince Prince Prince Kelin" and the pillar of Hell's War Department, and even more a legend in the eyes of many young soldiers.

His posture was as upright as a gun, his face handsome and steady, even though the carving knife of time left grooves on his face, it still didn't take away the sharpness and edge in his eyes.

Luo Yan had seen him at the Demon King Academy's graduation ceremony; at that time, Caesar stood with Principal Headmaster Aiwen and had a brief eye contact with him.

Although the two didn't have much intersection afterward, they communicated across the air quite a bit because of the magic crystal tank project.

Just as Luo Yan was pondering in his heart, the two's gazes touched again involuntarily. And what surprised him was that he actually read a bit of approval—or rather, appreciative smile?

Before Luo Yan could carefully savor the deep meaning of this, Caesar Prince Prince Kelin had already moved his gaze away, passing through the conference table in a vigorous and resolute manner, and taking his seat in the chair belonging to the Minister of War.

Different from Geligo's gloomy and decaying aura.

His arrival made the air in the council chamber much hotter...

Not long after Caesar Prince Prince Kelin took his seat, the third to appear was Karamos Melusine, Hell's Minister of Intelligence.

That was a handsome and elegant gentleman, although Luo Yan almost mistook him for a lady at first glance.

He wore a stiff formal suit, his waterfall-like long hair draped casually over his shoulders, his fair skin like polished marble, and a faint smile on his lips.

Every pixel on his body was exquisite to the point of making women jealous... of course, men were the same.

Without a doubt—

His race was a succubus.

Luo Yan always felt his eyebrows were unexpectedly familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

Different from the two ministers who were at daggers drawn before, this Minister of Intelligence was like someone here to buy soy sauce, walking to his seat in a leisurely manner, one leg even crossed over his knee, as if he didn't intend to speak in the subsequent meeting.

But it might just be a strategy to lower the opponent's vigilance.

Seeming to have noticed Luo Yan's gaze, Karamos suddenly looked over with a smile and waved at him lightly.

Luo Yan subconsciously dodged his gaze, and then began to feel inexplicably regretful—

Holy crap, what am I dodging for?!

Hearing You You, floating beside him, giggled, having rolled onto the table, it's just a pity no one could see its shameful appearance.

Looking at someone's subconscious "shy" reaction, Karamos pursed his lips and smiled, but his eyes flashed with unfathomable gazes.

The last one to arrive was Asmon Ankein, the Administrator of the Magic City, the Chief Minister of Hell, and the nominal leader of the Cabinet.

His titles couldn't be written on a page; if Geligo represented the Demon God's will, then he represented Hell's will.

It's just that Hell's will seemed very weak in front of the Demon God, to the point that this Chief Minister's presence was even weaker than the Minister of Intelligence.

This might also have something to do with his race being a shadow demon.

Don't know if he was overthinking, Luo Yan found that when he entered, he also stared at him for a while before moving his gaze away.

Luo Yan, realizing this, couldn't help but cry and laugh.

All four ministers gave him a look.

Those who didn't know would think he was the Demon God...

Hope he was just being sensitive.

All participants had arrived, and the Minister of Internal Affairs walked to Asmon's seat, leaning down to whisper a few words.

That demigod-level shadow demon's expression never changed, only nodding lightly when hearing the end.

"Start."

The Minister of Internal Affairs looked solemn, turned back to his position, and then faced the whole field, announcing in a solemn voice.

"The Chief Minister has approved the agenda, the meeting officially begins."

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to participate in this meeting. I believe you all have an understanding of today's topics from the meeting briefings in your hands, so I won't elaborate..."

There were many topics for this meeting, including discussing the subspace storm on the vast ocean, including discussing the aftermath of the storm that shook the Magic City, and whether Hell's enemies suffered more losses in this storm, etc.

However, there was only one core topic—

That was Hell's strategic direction for the Jana Continent.

Is it to win over and be gentle, or to continue the war of a thousand years ago.

Hell's Cabinet Ministers and councilors would make a decision here.

Although this detail didn't appear in the meeting briefing, it was something all the demons participating in the meeting knew well.

The Minister of Internal Affairs turned to face the whole field and said in a deep voice, "The Supreme Council Chamber officially enters the first stage of the agenda—Intelligence Summary"

As he turned slightly, magic flames rose out of thin air, illuminating one side of the meeting hall.

That was a granite stone platform, located at the foot of the Demon God statue.

A master of ceremonies wearing deep purple robes and holding a scroll walked up slowly, stood on the stone platform, cleared his throat, and read in a steady tone.

"The first highest priority intelligence is provided by the Demon King of Lei Ming County, Baron of Black Wind Castle, Councilor Luo Yan."

"According to reports from his servants trapped in the vortex of the vast ocean, the great storm event originated from a seal rupture in the middle of the vast ocean. The aftermath swept across the entire sea area, affecting the coastal areas of the New Continent, causing heavy losses to multiple Imperial military strongholds including Sardo Port; this point is also seen in the frontline war report of the Scarlet Wasteland..."

Pausing, he continued.

"Large-scale land uplift appeared on the sea surface in the center of the storm. After on-site investigation and comparison with historical documents, it was preliminarily confirmed to be the Jana Continent!"

There was a commotion among the councilors.

Several old councilors whispered to each other, while the few young Demon Kings sitting in the gallery clearly had their expressions tighten, revealing unbelievable light in their eyes.

The name Jana Continent had appeared in countless dusty scrolls, but no one had ever truly witnessed its existence, to the point that the vast majority of people who had seen it regarded it as a legend.

Facing the whispering venue, the meeting master of ceremonies paused for a moment and continued.

"According to historical records, the Jana Continent was the place where the Dragon God set out on an expedition in the First Epoch. It had always been isolated from the world because of the Great Barrier. Now, because of the storm of unknown causes, the Great Barrier collapsed, so the land has re-emerged."

"There exist multiple native tribal remnant regimes on it, and the ruling party at the current stage is named 'Gutafu United Kingdom.' This regime possesses a complete military system and belief structure, and has demonstrated powerful combat effectiveness in several confrontations with the Os Empire, forcing the Imperial fleet to avoid its edge... It can be seen that their relationship with the Empire is not harmonious and is currently in a truce."

Speaking of this, he added another sentence.

"This piece of intelligence was also provided by Councilor Luo Yan."

Hearing this, many demons looked at Luo Yan involuntarily, especially some older Demon Kings sitting in the gallery.

Unlike the councilors who had long known, although they had read the meeting briefing, they didn't know that all these precious intelligence came from Luo Yan alone.

How did this guy stretch his hand so long?

Bathing in the gazes of all the demons, Luo Yan sat quietly, his face not moving a bit, just placing his fingers gently on the table, as if listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.

The master of ceremonies continued.

"The third core intelligence is still provided by Councilor Luo Yan—his servants have successfully infiltrated 'Deadwood Port,' which is the colonial outpost established by the Empire on the coastline of the Jana Continent."

"At the current stage, it is confirmed that this place has become a dual-force intersection zone. An Imperial naval vessel docked briefly after the storm, suspected of investigating the cause of the storm and evaluating the possibility of restarting the colonial route."

"Currently, it is not clear what the Empire's next move is, and more intelligence about Deadwood Port remains to be further observed."

The three pieces of intelligence were read out one after another, and the entire council hall fell into a brief silence.

The gazes looking at Luo Yan were not just surprised, some even carried respect and worship.

Of course, some carried doubt and scrutiny—

How could this guy know so clearly?

It shouldn't be made up.

They actually guessed half of it right.

This intelligence was indeed watered down by Luo Yan.

Although there wasn't a single sentence that was completely false, and they were all able to withstand historical verification, they were like the flags fluttering above Deadwood Port, actually planted by the Demon King's servants themselves.

And it was under the Demon King's instruction.

However, even if they were beaten to death, these outsider demons wouldn't think of this point.

After all, the truth was much more unimaginable than what they imagined in their hearts; the latter was gentler.

For example, the Demon King of Lei Ming County intended to take the opportunity to gain more chips.

For example, this was to please Caesar Prince Prince Kelin and put pressure on Geligo, who had different political views from him.

If one thought so, the pattern was too small.

Luo Yan ignored the suspicious or worshipful gazes falling on him, quietly continuing to wait for the meeting agenda to continue.

The master of ceremonies continued to flip through the scroll, his tone steady and continuing.

"The following is a summary of the damage reported by Demon Kings in various places after the storm:"

"The black crystal vein on the fourth floor of the Silver Helmet City labyrinth partially collapsed, and the annual production of magic crystals is estimated to drop by twenty-three percent."

"The smuggling channel leading to the Selet Grand Duchy from the 'Abyssal Cave' on the seventh deep floor of the labyrinth near Wulan Port was broken, and the monster group is out of control and needs to be cleared... Currently, the Empire's Adventurer Guild has intervened, but they haven't discovered that they are working for Hell for the time being."

"The wreckage of an Imperial messenger ship was discovered in the Northern Broken Ridge cliff belt. The residual scrolls contain tax archives for the northeastern coast of the New Continent. It is temporarily impossible to confirm whether the shipwreck is related to the 'Great Storm.' Currently, the scroll has been taken over by the Intelligence Department for processing."

Although these pieces of information were messy, they also revealed to a certain extent the comprehensive impact of the great storm on the entire surface and underground order.

The Demon King councilors and ministers in the seats listened attentively.

However, some people listened until they were sleepy.

After all, that person knew best in his heart.

The so-called great storm was actually just the aftermath of the barrier being lifted, and it had nothing to do with the chaotic evil gods behind the subspace.

That was just an echo from a thousand years ago—

Of course.

Compared with Hell's major misjudgment of the strength of the "Gutafu United Kingdom," this misjudgment seemed insignificant.

Mr. Festin frowned and pondered.

Luo Yan was gently turning the feather pen, observing the expressions of other councilors, and analyzing the positions they might hold.

This was critical.

He had to judge a part of them that was worth winning over, and then draw the line for dividing interests within the scope of "everyone's thoughts."

At least the thoughts of the majority.

The old master of ceremonies finished counting the scrolls in his hand and cast his gaze toward the Minister of Internal Affairs.

Seeing the latter nod slightly, he looked around the whole field and asked in a hoarse voice:

"The above is all confirmed intelligence at the current stage."

"Are there any errors or additions?"

A brief silence.

No one spoke.

"Since that is the case," he nodded slightly and continued in a solemn and respectful tone, "The intelligence summary stage is over, entering the formal deliberation stage—"

Before his words fell, he was interrupted by a heavyweight voice.

"Let me say a few words."

Putting down his crossed arms, Caesar Prince Prince Kelin slowly stood up from the tall granite seat, placing his hands on the circular conference table.

Luo Yan had already realized when he saw him for the first time that this was also a master who didn't play by the rules—

"For me, there is only one important piece of intelligence, and that is that the Gutafu United Kingdom and the Empire have territorial disputes and are currently in a truce."

His gaze swept across Luo Yan's face, then like a sharp spear, pierced straight toward the soul fire flickering in Geligo's skull.

"Winning over all forces that can be won over is the teaching of His Majesty Bayeli to us. I believe any demon with a normal mind will agree with my strategy—"

"Those reptiles are indeed not likable, but they are absolutely objects worth winning over!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 303 =====