I am the heroine's godfather!

Adams' voice boomed like thunder, the pressure of an eighth-rank official pressing down with the sword's edge: "He belongs to us!"

"Ha, old folks like you should be in their coffins by now!"

Silver flames ignited on Loran's sword. The flames, which carried both ice and fire attributes, were quite lethal. He swung his sword, and the silver flames suddenly surged, transforming into thousands of sword shadows!

Flames drop to freezing point, freezing into blades; frost rises in temperature, boiling into sharp edges.

"Try this trick!"

Swords clashed, battle aura and magic intertwined, creating a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth!

Adams was only an avatar here, and his strength was only slightly stronger than that of the Pope of the End. He was not strong enough to defeat Loran.

However, it's not impossible to leave with others; at worst, one can abandon this clone.

Although it will have some impact on his own strength, it's better than having everyone else perish here.

Adams looked grave, his golden blood boiling, and he planned to detonate this clone so that Pope Gluttony could use the alchemical device to escape with the others.

Of course, this is all predicated on Lorian using the Saintess's blessing. If he does use the Saintess's blessing, Adams's current clone will be powerless to help.

He knew that Gluttony was hiding some ulterior motives, but he didn't care. Gluttony didn't dare to openly disobey him either. If Gluttony chose to abandon the others, the god he served would punish him personally when he returned.

He wouldn't do something so unwise.

Loran frowned. In a head-on fight, Adams' clone was indeed no match for him. But if Adams were to self-destruct, even Loran would have to back down at the self-destruction of an eighth-tier clone.

Moreover, there are so many soldiers below.

What a hassle.

Loran narrowed his eyes, Messiah's blessing warming slightly. He knew he didn't need to dwell on it too much; after all, he didn't want to send back an eighth-tier combatant.

Just as he was about to use Messiah's blessing, a cage burning with dark flames crashed down, trapping Adams inside.

"If you were to self-destruct, more than two-thirds of the soldiers present would probably die."

An aged voice rang out, and in the distance, a hunched old man, holding a cane, slowly walked over, his aged eyes burning with a dark flame, and he was dressed in a long robe.

"The Lord of the Lich King's Court".

Adams's expression darkened. To his true self, this ruler of the Lich King's court, who didn't prioritize combat, wasn't a major threat, but to his current clone, it was a real problem.

One Loran was already a stretch for him; if he were to add another mid-level eighth-tier Lich King, even self-destruction wouldn't be enough to save the day.

Adams clenched his fist, then suddenly waved his hand: "Retreat!"

A powerful aura from the abyss swept over, and Loran suddenly swung his sword. The Pope of the End had already fainted, and thus, his life was taken by Loran's sword.

The Pope of the Evil God Church, the agent of the Zeroing Bell, and the eternal watchful bell from a thousand years ago.

Fall.

After the abyss dissipated, Loran sensed the presence of alchemy, which he guessed was the work of Pope Gluttony.

Indeed, if Gluttony, Bloodlust, and Adams's clones were all left behind, those evil gods would probably go mad.

It's better to let Gluttony go back safely, otherwise, the next time the evil god finds an agent, there might not be a traitor among them.

Chapter 223 The End of the Demon Incident

With Adams and his companions defeated, the ground battle came to a complete end. Loran and his group didn't even need to lift a finger; with the two saints, Estia and Lesteengel, the demons were unstoppable. The rebel generals had already surrendered, and the madmen of the Evil God Church were still putting up a desperate resistance, but it was all in vain.

And so, this event orchestrated by the evil god's cult came to an end.

Next came the grand banquet.

Flames of victory blazed across the plaza, transforming the Demon King's castle square into a sea of ​​celebration, adorned with crimson silk and gilded candlesticks. On long tables carved with patterns of various races, blood simmered like jewels in crystal goblets. Satanic artisans sizzled their specially crafted roasted dragon ribs, while the music played by fallen angel musicians echoed from the palace dome.

Lestinger placed one foot on the throne inlaid with lava crystals, raised her wine glass high, and said: "To the damned Church of the Evil God—the 100,000 alchemical magical beasts they sent are enough to feed my bastards for three months!"

Amidst the laughter, the clinking of glasses sounded like the clanging of weapons on a battlefield.

"Is that thing really edible?"

Loran muttered under his breath, and Lucifer sighed, "The Satanic race has always had a great appetite; they'll eat anything."

"It's just that we can expect the physicians of Satan's court to be busy for a while."

路西菲尔苦笑着摇头，洛兰有些惊讶：“听你这意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】，撒旦族的家伙们有前科？”

"More than that! Two hundred years ago, Lestinger led the Royal Guard to eat magical beasts infected by the evil god's ritual, and everyone suffered from food poisoning; a hundred years ago, this woman killed a plague dragon, brought it back and divided it among herself, and in the end, every single one of the Royal Guard members, except for herself, vomited for three days and three nights; fifty years ago..."

"Alright, alright..."

Loran sighed deeply. Lesteen was really daring to divide things up, and those Satan guys were really daring to eat them.

“Even the doctor in charge of food poisoning in Satan’s court was transferred from the Fallen Angels’ court.”

Lucifer sighed, "If it were someone from the Satanic tribe, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be any doctors left; they'd all be infected."

"That does fit my consistent impression of the Satanic race."

Lorraine sighed.

Liches manipulated their skeleton servants to weave through the banquet hall, vampire nobles elegantly sliced ​​dripping steaks, and generals from various races gathered together to discuss the details of the war and the future.

Lilith stood on the terrace of the Demon King's palace, her eyes filled with conflict.

"Aren't you going to invite that guy to dance?"

Lamia spoke in her mind: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Um, I, I dare not."

Lilith muttered under her breath, while Lamia rolled her eyes, thinking that this guy deserved to be single.

Lorian is a hot commodity, you'd be lucky to get any food looking like that!

Lamia sighed, resigned to her fate. It wasn't that she couldn't simply take over the body and invite Lorian in Lilith's place, but even so, Lilith couldn't possibly dance the entire dance herself.

We can't just let her take over halfway through the jump, can we?

Meanwhile, Loran began talking with Lucifer.

"Speaking of which, where is the old lich?"

"After it was over, he went straight back, saying he still had experiments to finish."

"What experiment is it? It's still not finished?"

"How to overcome reproductive barriers without the influence of magic."

"Um... what's the use?"

"The devil knows."

Lucifer felt deeply helpless.

Loran then said, "Speaking of which, now that the diehards have been eliminated, your policies should be going smoothly, right?"

"It can't be that simple."

Lucifer sighed: "Although the diehards have been wiped out, those nobles who sided with me and provided a lot of help in implementing the policies also have their own interests. I can't just ignore them completely, can I? And then there are the ordinary demons. Many demons can't change their mindset so quickly."

"You must be under a lot of pressure too."

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do. I'm the only one in the demon race who can be the Demon King now."

Lucifer sighed deeply.

Loran thought that was indeed true; if the other three royal rulers were to govern, the demon race would be doomed sooner or later.

"When do you plan to ascend the throne and officially take over the position of Demon King?"

"Wait until I reach the eighth rank."

Lucifer said, "After all, all the Demon Kings throughout history have been at the eighth rank."

"That's true, but right now, you're only missing the title of a true demon king, aren't you?"

Loran took a sip of his wine: "After all, the four royal courts are basically following the policies you specified. Lilith and Lestinger don't oppose you, and the old lich is completely uninvolved. Now that the diehards are cleared up, you'll hardly find any opposition in the demon realm, right?"

"It's hard to say."

Lucifer said with some melancholy, “When there is a common enemy, everyone can work together. Now that the common enemy is gone, there are always conflicts of interest between the various factions... and we can’t just cut everything off, which is the most troublesome thing.”

"Sigh, governing a country is not easy."

"Heh... what are you planning to do next?"

Lucifer asked, and Loran pondered for a moment: "Let's go back to school first. I still have a job in St. Casta."

"You're a competent employee."

Lucifer chuckled: "You're already at the eighth rank, that guy Rentilan can't beat you now, right?"

"That's not."

Lorraine said smugly, "When we get back, I'll show that old man Deng who's in charge!"

"Heh...and then what? You can't just stay there forever, can you?"

"Well, I'll go to Dragon Island next, and then after I've perfected the laws, I'll go check out Arcana."

“Indeed, Arcana is the prime suspect, but what were you doing on Dragon Island?”

"It's a personal matter, I suppose."

Loran sighed and said, "There's a silver dragon in the family."

"Silver Dragon?"

Lucifer was also familiar with this dragon species and was somewhat surprised: "A young silver dragon outside of Dragon Island?"

"Correct."

"Then we should definitely go to Dragon Island. The Silver Dragon's lineage is most complete there."

"What are you guys talking about!"

Lestinger leaned closer: "You're not going to talk about business at the celebration, are you? That would be so boring!"

"Ah, that's true. It's a rare celebration, we can't not enjoy it."

Lucifer finished his drink and stood up: "How about we dance?"

Loran paused for a moment, then extended his hand: "Alright, it would be my honor to dance with the future Demon King."

Meanwhile, Lilith was still struggling with her decision on the terrace.

What a poor child.

Chapter 224 Enshiya, your emperor has returned!

After the celebration, Loran and Estia prepared to embark on their journey home.

"You're leaving already? Not staying a few more days?"

Lestinger said with some displeasure, "Why are you in such a hurry to go back?"

"I have children at home."

"......ha?!!"

Upon hearing this, Lester's eyes widened immediately, his face filled with bewilderment. Lilith's mouth also gaped slightly. Only Lucifer tilted his head and pondered for a moment before remembering who it was: "Little Charlotte?"

"There are two more. One is the silver dragon I told you about, and the other is the one I found before. But they are both grown up now, so I don't need to worry about their strength for the time being."

"That's it."

"What are you talking about? What kind of riddles are you playing?"

Lestinger started yelling, feeling excluded: "Who's Charlotte? Lorian, when did you get a child? Really? Who's the mother? Are you married? Does anyone know?"

"What? Adopted? My friend's child."

Loran said with a hint of amusement, and Lilith breathed a sigh of relief. Lamia sneered, "Look at you, you pathetic sight."

"Well......"

Lilith, there's no arguing with that.

Lucifer pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands. Soon, a magic book was brought up: "These are some everyday spells I've collected. They're not very useful in actual combat, but they're perfect for children to practice with. Consider them a gift from Charlotte's sister, Lucy."

"Then I won't be polite."

Since it wasn't anything valuable, Loran naturally didn't need to refuse. Lilith silently widened her eyes, pondered for a moment, and took out a gemstone that looked like a red agate, which looked extremely expensive: "This, this is a gift I'm giving to her. It has my blessing on it, so it can protect her when she's in danger."