Secretary Division

Like everyone else present, Zhou Yu knelt. Yet his voice still carried clearly to every person there.

"When Lord Avilan gazed up at the night sky, he said this to me: 'Perhaps I am here to claim this beautiful new world for myself.' Then he added that this was not something he alone could monopolize. Perhaps it was meant to adorn the Despair Fortress Guild. Lord Avilan's true wish lies here."

Zhou Yu smiled, but it was by no means a gentle smile.

"At last, Lord Avilan said this: perhaps conquering the world would be quite interesting. The conclusion is..."

Everyone's gazes instantly sharpened. Those were the eyes of unwavering resolve.

Arthur slowly rose to her feet and looked over everyone's faces.

Everyone stared at Arthur, as though answering her in this way. At the same time, they looked at the Avilan Royal Banner behind her.

"Understanding Lord Avilan's true wish and making preparations is the symbol of everyone's loyalty, proof that you are excellent subordinates. You must all understand that the Despair Fortress Guild's ultimate goal is to offer this beautiful new world to Lord Avilan."

Arthur broke into a broad smile, turned toward the banner, and smiled softly.

"Lord Avilan, we will surely offer this world to you."

Then a unanimous declaration thundered through the Hall of Thrones.

"Offer everything in this world to its rightful ruler, Lord Avilan."

Allen and the others, who had been kneeling at the very back of the formation, went pale. What had they just heard?

That demon lord intended to conquer the entire continent.

Relying solely on the people around him might be impossible, but when they thought of their terrifying strength, a chill ran down their spines.

They were caught between a rock and a hard place. Should they expose the demon's ambitions for the sake of the entire continent, or become the executioners of the demon lord and help him slaughter their own countrymen?

Allen and the others were lost and despairing.

Avilan, who had teleported straight into his bedroom, could not help stretching lazily. The reason he had teleported back to his bedroom was to preserve the image of a mysterious and powerful master.

"I just wonder how effective it was?"

Aslan lay on his own bed, feeling especially exhausted.

Though he was also a guild leader, this feeling was completely different from before.

It was far too oppressive and solemn.

His previous guilds had been made up of brothers and friends, who then gathered large numbers of players. Though there had been superior-subordinate relationships, they had never been as strict as this—at most, they were like workplace hierarchies. Here, however, ranks were sharply defined. People dropped to their knees at every turn and could even offer up their lives for Avilan.

It was precisely because of this class-consciousness that Avilan did not dare act as casually and lazily as he had as a guild leader in his previous life. He had to maintain, at every moment, the bearing of a superior whose heavenly majesty could not be offended.

Knock, knock...

Just as Avilan was nursing a headache, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Avilan sprang to his feet. The weariness on his face vanished in an instant as he stood before the mirror, stern without anger.

"Reporting to Lord Avilan, it is I, Arthur."

"Come in!"

"Yes!"

Arthur opened the door and entered, bringing a woman with him—a woman of unparalleled sexiness. Even Avilan, who had seen countless artificially enhanced beauties in his previous life, could not help falling briefly into a daze.

This woman was the Blood Queen from Honor of Kings, Mi Yue, also known as the Eternal Moon.

Her black-and-purple skintight outfit displayed her curvaceous, exquisitely proportioned figure to the fullest. A pair of snowy-white, slender long legs were wrapped in black stockings that could only be described as tattered, and together with her bewitching purple high heels, they embodied the very words sexy and seductive.

A pair of purple wings on her shoulders nearly dragged across the floor, lending a trace of purity to her enchanting allure.

"Mi Yue greets Lord Avilan." Mi Yue half-knelt on the ground and lowered her head, displaying the surging peaks before her chest right in front of Avilan.

Avilan merely glanced at her, and a red glow rose in his eyes. However, he quickly suppressed it.

It was caused by the chaotic will of being a demon.

"Rise." Avilan turned around and, when no one was paying attention, took a deep breath.

What a sensual temptress.

He sat at his desk, looking expressionlessly at Arthur and Mi Yue.

"Speak."

"Yes!" Arthur hurriedly saluted and said, "Mi Yue was proposed for resurrection by Lady Zhou Yu, who said that her power is extremely important to the Despair Fortress at present."

"How is it important?" Aslan asked blandly.

"As a progenitor of the bloodkin, Lady Mi Yue can create bloodkin members and cultivate midnight bats. They will play a major role in setting up nighttime defenses and warnings for the Despair Fortress." Arthur lowered her head and spoke with a grave expression.

Avilan nodded. Although those were merely Mi Yue's main skills and passives, these minor skills had come with her when she crossed into this other world.

Just like Arthur's undead summoning, Avilan had not known about it at first.

"Oh, I understand." Avilan nodded and turned his gaze toward Mi Yue.

He could not help recalling his best friend from his previous life, Cai Xiangtian, who had also been the guild's vice president. He had been an unabashed OL office-lady fetishist, and he had single-handedly established the Despair Fortress's ultimate defensive force, known as the Destruction Secretary Division.

Compared to Zhou Yu, who was only level fifty and needed to transform to reach level sixty, Mi Yue was much stronger. At level sixty-five, she was one of the six vice-captains of the Destruction Secretary Division.

The Destruction Secretary Division's armor had been designed entirely after OL office-lady uniforms, and he had even called it, "OL uniforms are the guild's ultimate weapon."

Back then, everyone had nearly fallen out over it. They had collectively denounced Cai Xiangtian, plied him with alcohol, and drunk him into complete unconsciousness.

But now, all of that could only become memories.

"Then I'll leave the rest to you." Avilan spoke blandly and waved his hand.

Disappointment immediately appeared on Mi Yue's face. She had intended to have a more intimate exchange with Avilan. She was a woman with an extremely strong thirst for power. If she could become Lord Avilan's wife, she would become the unquestioned queen of the Despair Fortress. That supreme status and power were like poison, drawing Mi Yue in so deeply that she could not extricate herself.

In the blink of an eye, half a month drifted by. It was now March, when spring was warm, flowers bloomed, and all things flourished. Waves of floral fragrance filled the air, fresh beyond compare.

To prevent the Despair Fortress from being discovered, Zhou Yu and Mi Yue joined forces to set up an enormous illusion barrier above it, neatly concealing the entire Despair Fortress and its urban district. As for the outskirts, towering forests that pierced the clouds hid them away. Unless one entered the Despair Fortress's city limits, it would be impossible to discover that such a vast city ruin stood within the Messiah Great Forest.