In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

"The King of Wrath"

"Wrath of God"

Rimuru and Milim attacked simultaneously, two extremely compressed destructive beams sweeping past Clayman.

The skull and heart were pierced through. Kreman groaned and collapsed to the ground, his hand unconsciously brushing against his eyes.

"I...I'm not reconciled...No..."

"Boss...The Clowns...I..."

.....

Gransta withdrew his gaze from Kreman's corpse, and his suspicions were somewhat confirmed.

"It seems... that whenever I intervene in the main storyline, I will encounter obstacles, and even the White Ice Dragon has shown its presence."

He felt a strong sense of danger, as if he were slowly being drawn into a carefully woven net.

Gransta squinted. Ever since the White Ice Dragon appeared, he had felt something was off, as if some unseen force was guiding his actions.

It's as if someone is trying to erase the influence he left in this world.

Is it that legendary strongest hero?

Or is it the future Genesis Dragon?

A playful look appeared on Gransta's face as he thought to himself,

"...If that's the case, what interesting things would happen if I completely overturned this world?"

Granstas does what he thinks and takes action. He firmly believes that as long as his strength continues to grow, he can completely break free from the world's rejection and even take control of the world.

"Ether, take possession of Clayman's body."

"receive."

While no one was paying attention, Kreman's body began to slowly sink and disappear into a non-existent space.

"Containment successful...Analyzing...Successfully absorbed magic essence, skills...Ultimate skill detected..."

"Unlock new privileges for the King of Domination..."

"Creating gods".

Granstas remained expressionless, his thoughts unreadable, as he quietly observed the demon kings.

Rimuru trotted over and said, "Grandmaster, Milim, you saw through her disguise a long time ago, didn't you?"

"You don't really think I'm stupid... that I don't know anything about this."

"Um..." Gransta glanced at Rimuru's dejected expression, then swallowed back the words he was about to say, finally uttering a single sentence.

"I...didn't notice either."

Rimuru was delighted. "It seems even Ether didn't realize that Milim might actually have the talent of an acting master."

Seeing the two chatting, Milim grinned and came over.

"Haha, thanks to Gransta's suggestion, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to act so enjoyably."

Lim's face immediately darkened as he looked at Gransta with resentment.

Gulansta didn't want to look, so he simply turned his head away.

Even the King of Wisdom could see it; anyone with a brain could vaguely guess it. However, Rimuru clearly didn't give Ciel a chance to explain.

Perhaps not wanting to shatter Rim's "pure" little heart, they let him be.

At this moment, the Primordial Red spoke, and her aura was fully unleashed, causing Ether to immediately issue a red alert!

"Gransta".

Gransta glanced at the Primal Red, wondering what was wrong with this person.

"You deceived all of us...including me."

The Crimson Primordial smiled wickedly, slowly left her seat and came to his side, gently lifting his chin with her finger.

"As expected of elves...they are very beautiful..."

Gransta felt a chill run down his spine. He had heard before that the Primal Red might be bisexual, and now it seemed that it was almost certainly true.

"Stay away from me..." Gransta really wanted to throw an ice bomb at the other person's face, and moved back in resistance.

Primal Red pressed her hands on Gransta's chair, leaned down, and spoke in a low voice.

"Shouldn't you... give me an explanation?"

"An explanation?" Gransta asked, his face grim.

"Why should I explain to you? I have the right not to explain."

"Good, very good." Primordial Red stood up, clapping her hands with a smile. "This year's newcomers are all very interesting, but don't forget..."

"The rules here..."

Gransta suddenly felt an extremely strong pressure, an aura that was very domineering and tyrannical, many times stronger than the Demon King Earth's Wrath.

This made him unable to resist, so he stood up from his seat and used his abilities to resist.

The other demon lords couldn't help but raise their eyebrows. They didn't expect that Guy would make a move against a newcomer. As the progenitor of demons, he had almost no weaknesses in terms of ability, skills, and magic power.

The Primal Red - Guy Crimson

The legendary ultimate skill... Lucifer, the King of Pride, can not only copy the opponent's skills, but also perfectly reproduce and analyze all abilities he has seen, including ultimate skills!

Skills can be activated without cost, can be stored, and can be activated simultaneously by optimizing skill combinations. They can also convert the Holy attribute that is countered into the Dark attribute that is advantageous to oneself.

Demon King-level regeneration... cannot be killed...

Immunity to both magic and physical attacks...

Freedom to switch genders...

........

When Ether presented the analyzed data to him, Gransta's eyes were filled with shock, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"This panel is so luxurious, it's miles ahead of Clayman's."

"As expected of the Demon Lord who could fight the berserk Milim for seven days and seven nights and almost caused the world to collapse."

Seeing the Primal Red confront Granstar, Rimuru stood by his side without hesitation.

"If you intend to attack Gransta, I will not stand idly by."

After Rimuru finished speaking, two more voices rang out.

"And we are here too."

Frey and Carrion stood behind Gransta, looking at Guy with no fear in their eyes.

"Qi, what is this guy going to do to my friend? I'm not talking to you anymore..."

Ramiris was even more arrogant, standing on Gransta's shoulder and pointing at Guy, she started cursing.

A domineering pink figure stood directly between the two, unleashing its full power to clash with Qi Yi's domineering aura. It swung its fist and spoke arrogantly.

"Qi, if you dare lay a hand on them, I'll hit you."

When Veldora, the Storm Dragon, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, saw that a fight was about to break out, he immediately rushed over, but was stopped by someone.

"Veldora, have you improved lately? Need a good scolding?"

The scrutinizing gaze of the white ice dragon Veldosa made Veldora shiver involuntarily, and she obediently retreated to her original position.

Verudela cursed inwardly, wondering why his sister was here, and felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Gransta, Rimuru, brothers, it's not that I don't want to help you, I just can't leave."

The other demon kings were dumbfounded. What was going on? We were just here for a meeting, how did it turn into a world war?

One...two...five...six demon kings!

Three ancient demon kings plus two dragons!

Is the world about to collapse ahead of schedule?