And at this moment, the four-armed Demon host seemed to finally find the opportunity to speak, his tone exuding an indescribable exasperation.

"It's truly unbelievable... Both the red and blue sides unexpectedly started making fire and cooking at the same time? It seems they plan to leave the decisive battle until the evening," he said.

"..."

"What a waste!"

Sitting in the VIP box, Kamu Dragon cursed under his breath and shifted his gaze to another floating large screen.

Fortunately, it wasn't just his brother who was a glutton; a certain Demon King was the same.

In his pasture, over a dozen fires had been lit, with a skinned hell-goat skewered over each flame.

The arena's large screens occasionally gave a close-up of the goats, roasting to a crisp golden brown, eliciting drooling from the audience.

Even though they couldn't smell the tantalizing aroma, just the sight of the sizzling, oil-dripping goats was enough to stir the demons' appetites.

"Can roasting like this really taste good?" Principal Ai Wen muttered to himself, suddenly becoming curious.

Standing next to him, Caesar was evidently more of a connoisseur and after scrutinizing the process for a long while, he gave a fair assessment.

"I see he has removed the goat's innards and stuffed spices inside its belly. This way, the scent of the spices is infused into the meat by the smoky heat of the charcoals without overpowering the meat's own flavor... Interesting," he said.

He had never seen such a rough method of roasting before.

He should have his servants prepare one for him to try later.

In another VIP box, Mia's stomach was growling, and she was continuously swallowing saliva, looking curious and eager to taste.

Because nothing had happened on the red side for so long, she had almost forgotten that they were at a siege battle arena.

It wasn't just her who had forgotten about the competition; Lady Serena, standing with arms crossed, also wore a doubtful expression.

She wasn't as interested in the food as her daughter, but she grew increasingly curious about what the young man intended to do.

"He isn't planning to drag it out to a draw and then win by counting the points, is he?" she wondered.

A certain Vampire had also entertained such a thought.

Hearing his wife's remark, Feistin smiled faintly, picked up the teacup from the table, took a sip, and said in a tone of casual conversation,

"If that was his plan from the start, then there was absolutely no need to accept the duel proposed by the younger son of the Dragon family."

Hell is different from the surface.

Although a victory by cunning means is still a victory, it wouldn't be recognized by anyone; it might even be ridiculed.

After all, breaking promises here is as common as eating and drinking, and aside from the rules set by the Demon God, other rules barely count as rules. Even the rules set by the Demon God are often effective only in the Demon City itself.

The meaning of a duel was never to secure some unreliable contract but to completely subjugate the opponent.

In Hell, this is more effective than any contract.

Lady Serena looked at her husband with shimmering eyes.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Feistin didn't say much, only offering a brief reply,

"Let's just keep watching... I am certain he is playing a big game, and in the end, everyone will be taken aback."

"How can you speak as if you know him so well?" Mia looked at her father skeptically, her voice tinged with doubt.

Feistin laughed heartily and said amiably,

"After all, he's someone who caught my precious daughter's eye, so of course, I have to pay attention."

Upon hearing this, Mia's cheeks instantly reddened, and even her typically spoiled and stubborn demeanor turned shy.

"I've told you several times, it's not what you think, it's just..."

"Just a superior-subordinate relationship, right? I understand," he said, and at this, Feistin's face showed a hint of reminiscence as he glanced subconsciously at his wife beside him.

Feeling her husband's warm gaze, Lady Serena discreetly pressed her lips into a smile, her lips curling into a hint of nostalgia.

"It does bring back memories."

Every time she saw her daughter, she was reminded of her younger self.

Feeling that saccharine and sour air, Mia couldn't help but roll her eyes and pressed her burning forehead against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

At that moment, the large screen for the red side finally showed a new development—

Lord Demon King's whole roast goat was finally done!

...

Finally done!

Not just the arena spectators, but Luo Yan standing on the scene finally showed a look of triumphant success.

It wasn't easy!

It was really not easy!

To teach this bunch of Little Demons the proper way to barbeque, Luo Yan at one moment referred to online player guides, at another personally demonstrated with knife in hand, and finally, dragging these trouble-loving folks together, they managed to recreate a reasonably accurate earth-style whole roasted lamb.

While Hell didn't have spices such as cinnamon and star anise, it did have similar substitutes.

After grinding those assorted spices into powder and mixing them with nut pieces and chili flakes, the taste was not so different from the classic barbeque dips.

At the same time, what was completed were not just the eighteen roasted lambs on the barbecue racks but also the twelve Demon Crystal cannons on the cliff's edge.

This was the work of Iron Teeth City!

Ever since the battle in the Mist Forest, he had ordered the Magic Workshop of Iron Teeth City to produce a batch of cannons that could be dismantled and used.

To increase their manufacturing efficiency, he even lent Miranda to the workshop of the Oke Consortium, allowing them to process parts using her obscure metal Magic.

The Great Graveyard needed defensive weapons.

Especially "anti-large weapons."

This was not only to deal with threats on the surface but also those sneak-thieves underground.

However, Luo Yan had not anticipated that these cannons would be brought to Demon City before they could be put to use in the labyrinth.

Who knows—

These might hit the market before the stone people's presentations!

Not far away, Oke, who had directed his subordinates to construct the defensive positions, scurried over, stood at attention before Luo Yan, and saluted with his head held high and chest puffed out.

"Report, Lord Demon King! The cannons are ready! They can be fired at any time!"

Inspired, Oke seemed reborn, his spirit markedly different from before, and his eyes were bright and shining.

"Good!"

Luo Yan nodded in approval and casually tossed a freshly cut lamb leg into the hands of the pleasantly surprised Oke.

And that wasn't the end of it.

He called over a few goblins to help the Little Demons responsible for barbecuing, and they pushed the eighteen whole roasted lambs to the defensive positions.

Seeing the goblins swallowing their saliva, he announced in a loud and clear voice.

"I promised you meat, and now I fulfill my promise—divide up the meat! Remember! Give the legs and ribs to the hardest-working losers!"

Looking at the generous Lord Demon King, the goblins at the positions erupted into excited cheers, their eyes brimming with moved tears.

The Demon King himself had prepared food for them!

And it was steaming hot roasted lamb!

No master had ever treated them so kindly!

Of course—

Kindness was just the least noticeable medal on that great one's chest.

They would never idolize a saint with kindness but no power. The true reason they willingly prostrated before this great one was his unrivaled strength and the empathetic "loser" that spoke to their very hearts!

That word seemed to carry a bewitching power, firmly capturing their hearts and even their souls, making them willing to give their all.

They themselves were not yet aware of what it was.

But Luo Yan knew.

It was a sense of identity.

It was also the budding of nationalism that arose after the Enlightenment era—

"Awooo!!!"

"Long live Lord Demon King!!"

"Long live losers!!!"

Watching the goblins cheer and shout, Luo Yan wore a pleased smile, pointing toward that antique-looking castle three kilometers away, declaring the end of an era.

"Let our enemies tremble at the roar of the losers! Let their screams and wails be the accompaniment for our banquet!"

"Now! Aim your Demon Crystal cannons at that castle! And then stuff the Demon Crystals into the loading chamber—just like Oke taught you!"

"The banquet begins now!"

"Fire the cannons!!!"

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