This time, I won't be the devil.

Frey had noticed this as early as the first half month of his time as Demon Lord, and this led to a question.

If even the gods cannot reclaim souls, then where do the dead souls go, and where do the new souls come from?

However, even considering these distant things is of no use. Frey's current goal is still to upgrade and become stronger as quickly as possible.

Looking at the calm sea in the distance, Frey recalled the storm the day before yesterday.

In this incident, the final suspicious point was the typhoon's sudden turn in the thunderstorm area.

If this is a natural phenomenon, it would be too coincidental.

If it is human intervention, then one method is:

9th level magic - atmosphere manipulation.

To use 9th-level magic, one needs to reach Magic Lv4, and be able to guide this super typhoon to turn and further increase its power. The caster's magic power must be extremely terrifying.

As far as Frey knew, there was only one person who could do this, besides himself during his Demon King days.

One of the three demon kings and the representative of the peace faction - the witch Conis.

After watching Ivan's memory fragments, he also had some speculation about the identity of the masked demon.

It seems that not all demons have given up resistance.

……

Heading west from the sea area of ​​Bondolimu, after passing through the thunderstorm area, you will reach the eastern coast of the Demon Territory.

Unlike human territory, the sky in the demon territory is always filled with a reddish-brown murderous light.

Under the influence of magical turbulence, the environment here is harsh, the land is barren, and it is not suitable for human habitation.

But unlike the depressing environment around it, there is a fairy-tale-style castle called "Witch's House" on the coast. Under the protection of a powerful magic barrier, it is spring here all year round.

In the main hall at the center of the castle, a girl with long emerald green hair who looked no different from a human at first glance was looking at the masked demon in front of her with impatience.

"Shafulin, you've been busy for so long, even asking me to cast a spell to control the typhoon, but in the end, you were still blocked by the God of Wind?" The witch Conis said sarcastically.

"Although the result this time is not ideal, the seeds of chaos have been planted. After losing the common enemy, the demons, humanity will sooner or later fall into division again. That will be our opportunity to rise again." Shafulin explained, holding the mask with his hand.

"So what? Will we wait until a civil war breaks out among humans, and then counterattack the continent like we did 300 years ago, only to be defeated by the heroes chosen by the Seven Gods?" Conis said impatiently.

"Anyway, I've repaid the favor I owe you. Don't come to me with this kind of thing in the future. I think the peace we have now is pretty good."

After the witch Conis ordered them to leave, Shaforin left without hesitation.

He had no intention of cooperating with this weak witch from the beginning, so naturally he would not tell her his real plan.

After the Demon King, the tool man who was temporarily summoned, and the brave man died together, both humans and demons lost the ultimate weapon to destroy each other.

Today, the top leaders of both humans and demons are selfish guys. In order to maximize the interests of each other, they will allow this false peace to continue.

Ironically, among the high-ranking demons, apart from the still sleeping Keblis, there is only him, the leader of the masked clown, who is still trying to find a way to save the country in a roundabout way.

After learning the lessons of the failure of the jihad, Shafulin has realized that violence and killing alone are not enough to defeat humanity.

In the face of a huge crisis, humanity's faith will grow stronger, and the seven false gods will temporarily unite to create a being called a hero.

To completely eliminate humanity, one must first subvert their beliefs, which is also the reason why Shafulin secretly helps various cultists.

Of course, this process cannot be completed overnight and may take hundreds of years or even longer, but Shafulin is not in a hurry.

"Unlike humans, we have plenty of time."

At this moment, on the other side of the sea, those humans may have already started scheming against each other.

Shafulin stood on the beach, watching the thunderstorm raging in the distance, and once again recalled the old demon king's instructions to him a thousand years ago:

"Wait and hope."

……

On the top floor of the city government office building, Mayor Jim and Sherlock, the director of the Hayek Consortium, are playing chess.

"I've long heard that you, Mayor, are a master at chess. After today's match, I can see that your reputation is truly well-deserved."

The situation is currently at a stalemate, but overall, Sherlock has the advantage.

They were originally going to negotiate about the supply of materials, but Sherlock proposed to play a game of chess first.

This is his usual negotiation technique. He first suppresses his opponent's momentum through games and rhetoric, and then influences his opponent's judgment to create a situation that is favorable to him.

While Mayor Jim was lost in thought, Sherlock leisurely played with the gold coins in his hand while looking out the window at the bustling city and sighed:

"All the citizens believed that the disaster was over, but they didn't know that the real crisis was already imminent."

Jim understood what Sherlock was talking about.

The typhoon threat has now been lifted, but the city's food reserves are running out.

As a city that is completely unable to be self-sufficient in food, the municipal government of Bondolim usually stocks about a month's worth of emergency food and sells it to major stores in the city at a fair price when supply is insufficient to avoid a food crisis.

In order to prevent food from being monopolized by external forces, Bondolium will purchase food from the Theocracy, the Consortium, and the Federation.

However, Nangang was damaged in the previous tsunami.

It happened to be the day when the city needed to replenish supplies, and a large number of cargo ships loaded with food sank. Not only that, several warehouses in the southwest of the city were also destroyed by the impact of the tsunami.

By tomorrow night, there will be a gap of 94.6 tons in the city’s food reserves, and it will be completely exhausted the day after tomorrow.

Food can be bought again if it is lost, but after losing a large number of ships, Bondolim no longer has enough transportation capacity.

At this critical moment, the Theocracy expressed their willingness to provide all possible support, except for assistance.

For the Theocracy, Bondolium, a city located right on its doorstep and with a federal military base, is ultimately a thorn in its side.

It would take at least 20 days to transfer grain ships from the federal mainland, wait for Congress to make a decision, and then add the scheduling and navigation.

What's more, the Federation has now sent troops to the conflict zone, and it is questionable whether it can take care of the enclave of Bondolim.

Now the only one capable of supplying food to Bondolim in a timely manner is the Hayek Consortium.

And Sherlock, as if he had anticipated this crisis, prepared a large number of grain ships.

"You really knew the actions of those cultists in advance." Mayor Jim said angrily.

"Mayor, you can't slander someone's innocence out of thin air."

As the biggest suspect of collusion with the cultists, Jim naturally interrogated Sherlock, but he did not have any conclusive evidence.

"I had no idea that the cultists would launch a ritual on the 19th, but luckily I had prepared food in advance to aid the poor people on the island."

"Although the process was a bit unexpected, judging from the result, I won the bet again this time." After Sherlock finished speaking, he ate another chess piece.

As Shylock said, Jim now had to bow to him to buy food.

"When 10% of the population can't eat, food prices won't just rise by 10%. Instead, they will continue to rise until one in ten people starve to death because they can't afford it. This is the law of the market."

Because he was upset, Jim made many mistakes while playing chess and soon found himself in a dead end.

"General." Sherlock stared at Jim with his purple eyes and made a declaration.

Jim felt as if he were caught in a python's coils.

Just when Jim was about to give up, Sherlock took the initiative to step back.

"Don't worry, Mayor. Our consortium won't take advantage of this opportunity to raise prices. All we need is for you to open up some trade restrictions and allow us to participate in the city's reconstruction."

After that, Sherlock took out a contract and handed it to Jim.

Although these conditions in the contract will give the candidates supported by the consortium a greater advantage, they are not excessive.

After all, Jim had no choice. If he didn't sign tonight, it would be too late to transport the grain.

Although they survived the typhoon safely, the fact that they allowed the cultists to succeed was a dereliction of duty on the part of the city government.

Coupled with Stella's disappearance and the exposure of the government officials' early evacuation, the citizens, after coming to their senses, turned their attention to Mayor Jim.

If famine breaks out again at this juncture, his political career will be completely over.

Just as Jim finished signing the contract, a ray of red light passed across the sky, accompanied by a whistling wind, and landed on the military base in the southeast corner of the city.

Seeing this, the federal soldiers cheered:

"That's Unit 13!"

"It's the Red Comet!"

"Governor Charles is back..."

Under the threat of the mecha soldiers, the consortium cannot directly break off relations with the Federation, which is why Sherlock took the initiative to give in.

"Let's just call it a draw this time."

Sherlock put away the chess pieces and left the meeting room.

"The real victory or defeat will be decided in the mayoral election next May."

Chapter 645: Currently Available Information (Part )

The Three Pillars of Demons:

God of Flesh and Fertility (Human Name) - God of Fertility (Demon Name)

God of Fear and Tyranny - God of Slaughter

God of Chaos and Pleasure - Masked God

Unlike the seven gods of humanity, the three gods of the demon race do not have clear names, nor do they have the existence of agents who can directly borrow the power of gods.

In order to draw upon their power, one often needs to use props or rituals as a medium. Those powerful believers in the demon clan who have received the blessings of the Three Pillars of Deity usually call themselves apostles.

The Three Demon Kings:

The Three Kings of the Demon Tribe is a title, usually held by the most powerful and influential beings within the Demon Tribe. It is worth noting that the Three Kings are not necessarily apostles of one of the Three Pillar Gods.

Rat-headed man Yabo Keblis (war faction):

He was seriously injured in a battle with the 30th Company 86 years ago and has not yet woken up.

Witch Cornice (peace advocate):

She has the ability of Level 4 magic and has no intention of fighting with humans. She currently lives in the magic castle by the sea in the eastern part of the Demon Territory. She likes to read books and study magic on weekdays, and is privately teased by other high-ranking demons as a stay-at-home girl.

Demon Lord Bayali (centrist?):