I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Snow country battlefield, fine rain corridor.

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The Second Army, having lost the Red and White Plague, no longer resembled an army. The Magic Wolf King, Fentus, at the cost of losing an arm, temporarily escaped the pursuit of the Snow Country Knights and hid in the snowy mountains.

Originally, they were in the midst of a fierce battle with the Knights when Little Wolf and its orc troops were suddenly withdrawn, followed by the disappearance of the three Skeleton Second Generation and their skeleton troops... At that moment, the Second Army was in complete chaos, its formation instantly shattered, and it retreated like a tide.

When Little Wolf was on the verge of death, Fentus barely managed to summon it back, which further aggravated his injuries. Unable to contend with the Snow Country Knights, he had to flee again.

With Little Wolf's soul in his mouth, Fentus was oozing white fluid all over, the newly grown arm still hanging on his shoulder.

The Magic Wolf King looked towards the Forbidden Forest, so flustered that he didn't even stitch up his wounds.

"Did Ogre Boogie die...?"

Little Wolf seemed unable to communicate. Fentus spat its soul on the ground, his scarred nose twitching, carefully distinguishing the scent on it.

"Bone smell... stone smell... holy light smell..."

"Damn skeletons..."

We are preaching.

"In a short time, their achievements in defeating the plague will be spread throughout the entire continent, absorbing even less faith..."

"Systrom... succeeds the Pope... the true beneficiary of the Night Sect's faith... What about his new religion? When will he spread it for you?" The old goat's eyes wandered, "The clouds are finally open for you, he will appear in your eyes..."

"The Bone Cart Church crushed the plague... The Bone Cart Church brings peace..." The sand people, with great difficulty, crawled across the yellow sand, past the corpses of the chieftain and his guards, to receive the blessings of Reed Whitean.

Because the high language of the forest was transmitted from afar, bringing a message.

The remnants of the Seventh Army, hungry and wounded, finished eating the minotaur's corpse and all looked at the Magic Wolf King, but none dared to ask where they were going.

At the tip of the tree, the forest keeper stared at the dying magical creatures that were constantly dying, faithfully fulfilling the promises in the contract, but inexplicably felt a little frightened.

As long as we believe in bones, we can grow bones.

"This is the new God of Faith accepting our sincere prayers..." Reed Whitean distorted what the believers saw, an oasis growing in the desert, a bone goat wandering in the oasis.

The flytraps and bats were a little lost, feeling that their mouths had a little less taste.

Along with the sound of the goat chewing grass, the head of a new Bone Cart Church believer was also bitten off piece by piece.

A large number of sand people became believers of the Bone Cart Church.

Suddenly, green grass grew in the yellow sand, and Reed Wolf heard the sound of a goat chewing grass in his ear.

"I guess it's the former... otherwise you wouldn't have left the Holy City..." The old goat was quite disappointed.

The minotaur became more and more dissatisfied as he spoke.

The swamp inside is said to have almost been filled with a river to create a plain.

But before he could finish speaking, half of his head was bitten off by the Magic Wolf King, and the remaining broken body was given to the remnants of the Seventh Army to be divided and eaten.

"It's all your fault! You had to share the God of Faith at the banquet, giving the Snow Country an opportunity! You even brought all the elites of the forest for this expedition!"

"Reed Wolf... Red-robed bishop... My Bone Cart Church is developing well..." The old goat chewed on the thoughts of the believers, watching the bone cart disappear from the oasis, without taking a step forward.

"The calves in the forest haven't grown up yet..."

"Thank you, my friends, bless you, my friends." Reed Wolf felt the hesitant faith of the believers and was very satisfied.

"The bone cart full of gods drives the world to turn, they crush the plague, crush the light of the Night Sect, and will eventually drape the world with a layer of the most noisy night..."

Reed Wolf whispered the newly revised doctrine, striking while the iron was hot, dispersing the faith of more refugees.

The believer stood up and moved freely.

"Return to the Forbidden Forest!" The plague in the north is gone. Fentus no longer has the biggest bargaining chip to deal with the Snow Country Knights and can't wait to go home.

This has also become the eighth sand people's settlement.

The minotaur's soul was stuffed into Little Wolf's soul.

"Eat, eat it, don't you like to eat the most?" Fentus kept squeezing Little Wolf with the minotaur's soul, "The road is still long, eat your fill and get on the road!"

Fentus looked to the south, trying to see the appearance of the Forbidden Forest clearly.

Many of the dying magical creatures piled up by the forest keepers had not yet died, and the corpses were a bit stinky due to the handling of flies and carrion beetles.

Recalling the bone tree propped up at the border between the Empire and the Snow Country just now, and the explosion caused by the bone tree, Fentus once again blamed it on Scourge Rick.

The demon sons in the library haven't come for some time, could something have happened?

Although only separated by a light curtain, the Forbidden Forest is so far away.

"The Pope really takes care of me... My journey to seize faith is not a failure..."

Immediately afterwards, Reed Whitean hurriedly drove the bone cart, carrying the bone goat and the sound of chewing, to the next large chieftain's location.

The power of the Bone Cart Church expanded rapidly.

The new believers were a little panicked.

"I hope they live well temporarily and become the gods of the Bone Cart Church until the day they die..." Reed Whitean took out the bone card, but did not dial it, just blessing the eight demon sons.

Fentus has not died yet, will the Magic Wolf King return?

"My Bone Cart Church is developing well... This is the benefit of the new religion..." The old goat stood under the clouds, looking at the borders of the Empire and the Snow Country, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"The bone tree blocked the Red and White Plague?" The forest keeper completely didn't understand the principle, but this didn't affect him from wildly imagining the fate of the forest on this basis.

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"The bone tree blocked the plague, but the slaughter on the continent is far from over." The forest keeper only believed in this.

"Will he abandon this group of believers? Or will he return to Tartus and reveal his new religion, colliding head-on with the Creation Sect's beliefs?" The old goat stroked his beard.

The Forbidden Forest has not had red flies for a long time, but today, the special flies and carrion beetles have also inexplicably disappeared.

"Bone tree... a bone tree like the Loushan..." The forest keeper had not seen it with his own eyes, but always felt that this thing must have been made by those demon sons.

"The new religion should be established, he should hand over the Night Sect to my subordinates."

"It's just a pity... his Night Sect... was captured by Light..." Although the old goat did not participate in the final ceremony of the Colosseum, he still knew the whereabouts of the Night Sect Mother.

My guess is correct.

Without the Red and White Plague slowing down humanity's pace, would the Yih River and the Imperial Army come to Demon King City faster?

Thinking simply, the forest keeper's wooden head seemed unable to withstand a massive amount of information, so he gave up thinking.

In the Imperial Capital, Godsworn City, in the room of the Great Demon Guide Light, a turbulent quarrel was taking place.

A red-robed man walked onto a bumpy, dilapidated bone cart, holding high a bone of self-healing in his hand, and inserted it into the back of a sand-people believer who had been disabled by losing flies.

The bone cart team did not raise their guns, but raised bones.

And a team of bone carts had just entered the territory of the sand people.

"Without the Red and White Plague, slowing down humanity's pace, we can't go back..." Beside Fentus, a minotaur who was also covered in wounds hummed.

Far away on the border between the Sand Kingdom and the Papal State, several chieftains who worshiped the Red and White Plague died one after another. The sand-people believers lost the flies of greed in their minds, their mouths and eyes crooked, and their hands and feet trembled, and their actions were greatly affected.