Hell!

Seeing the enraged Insects, the Golden King couldn't help but shake his head.

They are truly unfit for important tasks.

"No need. You'll never get back what they've swallowed."

The Insects turned angrily to the Golden King, "What do you mean?!"

The Golden King said expressionlessly, "I said it from the beginning: those five crowns were the fuse. If everyone wants the lion's share, then in the end no one will get the crown."

"A cornered dog will jump over a wall. If I were the god behind those five kings, I would definitely find an opportunity to kill the other kings."

"This is to be expected, and once this situation is created, things can get out of control."

"We got involved in this matter, and once we started, we'll start again; once there's a beginning, there's an end; every cause has an effect. No matter what, we'll be implicated."

"At that time, all the troops will be concentrated in Solon, leaving the front defenses vulnerable. The surrounding powers will surely take advantage of this and seize Angnas."

"Small countries, hearing the news, will inevitably come to get a share of the pie."

Hearing the words of the Golden King, the Insects gritted its teeth, "What's the use of saying all this now? Your child is dead and you're here to nurse it, you've taken all the land and now you're offering advice?"

The Golden King looked down at the palace below. "Don't worry, there's more to come."

The Insects lowered its head in confusion and saw several ministers carrying several boxes into the palace.

"Your Majesty, this is the latest tribute of silk."

The king, seated on his throne, waved his hand; he had no time to think about such things. "Just put it somewhere."

The person below opened another box, saying, "This sword was a tribute from Rome envoy, and it is said to possess magical powers."

A magical power?

The king paused for a moment, then said, "Bring it up so I can see it."

The servant placed the sword on the tray and presented it to the king with both hands.

Suddenly, the servant grabbed the hilt of the sword, drew it from its sheath, and plunged it into the king's chest amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd!

Pfft!

This time, not only were the ministers dumbfounded, but even the Insects were dumbfounded!

He stared at the Golden King in astonishment. "What are you doing? We're an alliance!"

The Golden King chuckled lightly, "It's a verbal alliance."

"You are no longer of any use, so there is no need for you to live. Your last value lies in that crown."

"Now we have nowhere to go, but if I have the crown in my hand, all the roads will be open to me."

"Take care."

The Insects pounced on it like a madman, but as soon as it stretched out its hand, its arm scattered into starlight!

"Since you schemed against me, you shouldn't...!!"

The Insects's body dissipated, and a crown appeared in the Golden King's hand.

The Insects trusted the Golden King too much because the Golden King helped him in his most critical moment, and subsequently formed an alliance with him for decades.

The two grew stronger step by step from their initial weakness, helping each other, with the Golden King always offering advice and strategies.

The Insects had completely trusted the Golden King.

However, trust does not mean that he can be completely unguarded.

"To be unprepared is utterly foolish."

Solar Calendar year 90.

The Golden King inherited the Desert Empire, and because he possessed a crown, he could form alliances with the surrounding powers.

This is a very simple transaction.

Since the Insects is no longer of any use, let's kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, take its crown, and find a powerful ally to form an alliance.

The Longwu Empire is a good choice.

From the Star Empire to the Desert Empire, powerful nations have always occupied the very heart of the Central Continent, Angnas.

Now it's the Longwu Empire's turn.

Outside the mainland, in another dimension.

A demon stands here; he is Number 022: Satan.

Qin Leng's Forbidden Potion is a derivative sequence of the Grim Reaper, possessing the ability to tear apart the mental and material spaces, similar to the Grim Reaper.

And this is the ability it can use.

He tore open a space, allowing his people to hide inside, thus avoiding war with the outside world.

They thrived here and built castles here.

Here, it was pitch black, and both the earth and the sky were a fiery red.

Qin Leng called this place hell.

This space is trapped in a delicate crevice, frantically absorbing energy from the outside world, making the energy in this space more and more abundant.

The ultimate energy materialized into molten lava and flames, filling the world.

Influenced by this flame-shaped energy, the people here gradually changed, their skin becoming as black and hard as volcanic rock.

They were not afraid of the scorching heat; instead, they continuously absorbed its energy.

Qin Leng taught his people the methods of cultivating their physical body and soul, allowing them to cultivate peacefully here.

Nine hundred years later, when Qin Leng's true form could finally leave the battlefield, he launched a major offensive against the outside world.

This is the optimal strategy.

For the first nine hundred years, Qin Leng could not participate in the competition. If someone else took advantage of the situation and removed the crown, Qin Ling would be eliminated.

Therefore, he chose to accumulate strength.

However, he had another option: to leave the king there and continue to send troops outwards.

Anyway, outsiders won't be able to find this place in the short term, so Qin Leng can say that he has absolutely no worries.

However, if the entrance to this space is discovered, it will be like playing with fire.

In addition, Qin Leng has a similar characteristic to Ye Long, which is that he can transform into a human and appear in front of people.

However, Qin Leng did not become human; he appeared before people in a form that was half demon and half human.

He did not call himself a god, but rather the Progenitor of Demons, the ancestor of these humans.

He passed on knowledge and methods of cultivation to these humans through oral tradition.

These people called it the Ancestor's Blessing.

However, some people may wonder because they look completely different from their ancestors and are clearly of a different race.

However, the king chosen by their ancestors told them that they looked different from their ancestors because they were too weak.

Only when their power gradually increases will their bloodline revert to its ancestral form, and their appearance will gradually resemble that of their ancestors.

It was later confirmed that, through their cultivation, their forms did indeed become increasingly similar to those of demons.

But this has nothing to do with the concept of bloodline.

Because they wanted to become like that, the energy in hell gradually shaped their bodies into something resembling Qin Leng.

Energy itself has no shape; it is cognition that gives energy shape.

Qin Leng surveyed the entirety of Hell, where factional conflicts existed, and he repeatedly suppressed these clashes.

I don't know if it's the environment here, but these people seem a bit too irritable.

Hearing the chattering below, Qin Leng frowned.

"Quiet."