Demon City.

The depths of the Parliament Building.

Accompanied by a low hum that seemed to come from the very core of the earth, the heavy obsidian doors slowly opened under the drive of magic power, revealing the most secretive and stringent place of power in the Demon City.

This is the Supreme Council Hall, known as the core of power in Hell.

Rumored to be closer to the Demon God than the Cabinet.

Loryan stepped in here for the first time.

Even though the last time these doors opened was partly related to him, he was not among those sitting at the table discussing, but rather the one standing on the table being scrutinized.

The pale blue Demon Flame flickered on the walls engraved with magical script, reflecting the circular long table and the tiered seating arrangement, as if each stone brick was silently listening to the destiny about to be declared.

Loryan could feel pairs of eyes discreetly observing him from the seats.

Some came from the councilors at the circular table, others from the Demons in the audience seats, and some did not belong to any specific direction, just hidden within the silent structure of the hall itself... just like the deep and obscure Demon God statue on one side of the wall.

These were not eyes filled with hostility but more like gamblers at a card table, watching an unrevealed chip.

Since entering the power core of the Demon City, the focus on him seemed to have intensified...

Already accustomed to such settings, Loryan paid no mind to those gazes and entered with a calm demeanor.

When his eyes met with Festin Padric's, he nodded slightly in greeting before proceeding to his own seat.

The granite chair was slowly pulled out by an unseen force, and Loryan sat down as if this were his audience hall, utterly composed.

Then, he joined the ranks of those observing the surroundings.

The whispers from the seats gradually ceased.

As a deep bell rang out, a chilling cold suddenly spread silently from the hall's doors, dropping the room's temperature by several degrees.

Feeling a massive pressure, Loryan looked toward the entrance, his eyes slightly narrowing.

Almost at the same time, a figure appeared in the shadows of the door.

It was a lich clad in an ancient divine robe.

The decayed skull was exposed to the air, with two green soul fires embedded in the sockets flickering like unending curse fire.

His movement was soundless, like death itself sliding into this hall of power, accompanied by a nauseating rotten stench.

Unlike Principal Avin's restraint.

Though both are demigod-level powerhouses, he was not only more sharp-edged, but also carried an aura different from liches who remain in the Ivory Tower and interact with students!

"Goliath Soron..."

"It seems he's in a foul mood."

"Heard he had a conflict with Caesar Colin."

Whispers came from the audience seats.

Although the demons kept their discussions low, they were crystal clear in the silence of the council chamber.

Evidently, those few Demons were entering for the first time and not very familiar with the situation of the Supreme Council Hall.

Apparently having heard the discussions from the audience seats, Goliath lifted his head slowly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Almost instantaneously, the whispering ceased, and even the breathing of those few seemed frozen.

A few councilors glanced at the stiff-faced rookie Demons in the audience seats, revealing hints of amusement in their calm expressions.

These novices clearly haven't positioned themselves correctly—

They're only seated here because the bigwigs allowed it, which doesn't mean they have the qualification or the power to speak here.

The Demons who have been here many times were wise enough to sit with arms crossed, eyes closed, leaving only one ear listening.

Thus, they maintained their dignity or air while avoiding offending any major figure by speaking out of turn or through challenging glances.

This is a smart choice.

Nevertheless, Goliath did not stoop to the level of those few misfortunate demons; his gaze soon moved away from them.

The few high-level Demons were relieved, like their throats had been freed, gasping heavily, their faces slightly pale.

Each of them was a tyrant in their own Demon King Territory, commanding countless monsters and ghosts, with Platinum or even Diamond-level strength themselves!

But in front of the Demon God's emissary, their pride was still like ants...

Goliath gave them a lesson with just a glance, without uttering even half a syllable of a spell.

Loryan had been carefully observing his demeanor.

However, what he did not expect was that Goliath's gaze, having moved from those disrespectful demons, landed on him.

But unlike those demons.

He did not feel a too evident pressure, only a slight chill in the back of his chair, even a nearly imperceptible frost.

Perhaps it's the Divine protection aiding him.

Even a demigod-level lich cannot easily penetrate his heart wall.

After all, it is a transcendent force above Extraordinary Power, directly formed by the Thoughts of All into Rule Power!

'Youyou, is he the Chosen One?' Loryan held his breath, resisting the spiritual probe while silently communicating with Youyou.

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