It is quite evident that the Immortal Emperor must have had a "private chat" with the Immortal Supreme.
"Red Hell, are you now calm enough to have a chat?" The Immortal Emperor swept his wide sleeves and elegantly took a seat, his demeanor graceful, every move embodying the phrase "full of spirit and vigor".
"You..." The Demon Emperor instinctively wanted to retort, but remembering the experience of just being beaten, he instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, "Fine, whatever you say goes."
"Fugui, my task is complete, next is your duty." With the full authority of a leader, the Immortal Emperor waved his hand, tossing the task to Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui bowed to take the order.
Then, he bowed to the Demon Emperor and spoke solemnly, "Your Majesty must be aware of the chaos caused by the death of Young Master Ming Shura, right? I wonder if you have thought about who is truly behind this conspiracy?"
The Demon Emperor glared at Wang Fugui discontentedly, speaking in a subdued tone, "Although I have some suspicions, without solid evidence, I dare not speak recklessly."
"Evidence, you say? I have it."
Wang Fugui chuckled, then brought out the evidence he had gathered over time, presenting it before the Demon Emperor.
Of course, the footage of the assassination process he provided was an edited version, modified by using Wang family’s technique to remove certain parts.
"Chao Qiancuo, oh Chao Qiancuo, I never thought it would indeed be you." Having reviewed the evidence, the Demon Emperor’s face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, his voice tinged with suppressed anger, "Such a big matter, yet you didn’t inform me at all."
At this moment, he envied Immortal Emperor Muyun quite a bit; at least her associate, the Immortal Supreme, cooperated fully with her, never failing at critical moments. Unlike his Demon Lord, who was cunning and reluctant to cooperate usually, always causing trouble secretly.
"Even if informed, it might not have succeeded." Wang Fugui maintained his smiling facade, "Besides, Your Highness’s grand vision, I truly admire."
"Isn’t that obvious?" The Demon Emperor rolled his eyes, "The overall strength of the Human race is quite weaker than the Demonic Clan. Currently, the Demonic Clan is constantly intensifying its attacks on us. If there is internal conflict now, wouldn’t it give the Demonic Clan the opportunity to break us one by one?"
"Since the Demon Emperor is concerned, this matter becomes easier to handle."
Wang Fugui smiled, then explicated the series of plans to come, explaining them in detail.
After listening, the expression in the Red Hell Demon Emperor’s eyes became inscrutable, staring at Wang Fugui silently.
After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "Your mind is truly dark."
"Your Majesty unwilling to do it?" Wang Fugui asked with a smile.
"Do it! Why wouldn’t I?!" The Red Hell Demon Emperor snorted, "Though your schemes are dark, how come I like you more and more? Come, come, let’s discuss your marriage with Zhao Yu."
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"Red Hell, let’s continue our ’private chat’ for a bit." The Immortal Emperor, with a dark face, unceremoniously dragged the Red Hell Demon Emperor out again to continue the ideological education session.
In the East Line Defense Zone, at the Stonewood Fortress.
This fortress was a crucial choke point against the invasion of the Demonic Clan, one of the most significant strongholds in the East Line Defense Zone.
Normally, the defense task here was undertaken by the most elite First Battalion of the Eastern Front Army Corps. But now, through continuous defense battles, the First Battalion had been "worn down," suffering "loss of troops," and along with Marshal Zhao being marginalized, morale had plummeted, rendering them highly inadequate.
Currently responsible for the major defense duty of Stonewood Fortress is instead the Red Tiger Battle Group, the reinforcements from the Demonic Dynasty. At this moment, the Red Tiger Battle Group was personally led by the Demonic Dynasty’s Third Prince, Shentu Jingming. Under the Third Prince’s valiant leadership on the battlefield, wave after wave of the Demonic Clan’s attacks were blocked outside the fortress.
Recently, the Third Prince had been fighting on the battlefield like he’s been invigorated. Through the baptism of fire and life-and-death, he gradually shed some of his frivolousness, gaining more vigor and sharpness of a young military leader.
"Where is the reinforcements, why haven’t they arrived yet?" Just having personally led his troops on the city walls to repel a wave of elite Demonic Clan vanguard, the Third Prince returned to the camp, covered in blood and exuding a chilling aura, questioned loudly.
"Your Highness." Two trusted aides stepped forward to help him remove his armor while wiping off bloodstains, reporting, "Recently, the Demonic Clan increased their offensive efforts, troops at every defense zone are stretched thin, it’s difficult to dispatch reinforcements in a short time to ."
The Third Prince’s face sank, just about to curse.
His ears twitched slightly, then his face changed, he commanded, "Everyone leave and stand guard outside the camp."
The trusted aides didn’t understand but obeyed the order and left.
Once all the trusted aides disappeared outside the tent and the tent flaps were closed again, a strong energy wave burst out inside the tent.
A silhouette of energy projection slowly outlined within the camp.
It was a formidable, commanding middle-aged man. He stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a black robe edged with gold, accentuating his inherent dignified aura, his presence seemed as boundless as the vast ocean and unfathomable.
This figure turned out to be the projection of the Demon Emperor.
"Old home, no, Old Ancestor, why are you here?" The Third Prince, with joy on his face, unabashedly pulled him wanting to go out, "Quick, quick, go out and help block a wave of Demonic Clan attacks. At critical moments, you could even self-destruct to eliminate some enemies, and since projections die, you won’t truly die."