As the words fell, the meeting hall was frighteningly quiet.

Several council members frowned slightly, casting a mildly discontented look at Caesar Colin.

It seemed as if this fellow considered this place his command tent, as if the meeting table before him were a map bristling with battle flags, and they—the veteran council members—were his soldiers.

Undoubtedly, this was a rude behavior.

However, some council members appeared thoughtful or simply maintained a detached attitude, observing the proceedings with indifference.

Hephis was a typical example.

The Flame Demon council member, enveloped in blazing flames with skin seemingly cast from lava, leaned back in his chair as if unconcerned by the confrontation before him, even with a hint of an elusive smile at the corner of his mouth—

Having once served under Caesar Colin on the battlefield, he knew better than anyone the nature of this "Iron-blooded Prince."

This man never liked beating around the bush, much less hiding his sharp edges.

Caesar stared unblinkingly at Goliath, their gazes crossing in the air, as if sparking a fire.

The meeting had been filled with a volatile atmosphere from the very beginning.

Luo Yan couldn't help thinking that now was obviously not the best time for him to speak; it was better to let Caesar and Goliath exchange indirect fire for a while.

"Mr. Colin, please take a seat first."

A steady and restrained voice came from the end of the meeting table.

Ankein Asmon, the Chief Minister of the Cabinet, cleared his throat softly and continued to speak slowly.

"This is the Parliament, not the front line. We must listen to everyone's opinions thoroughly to make decisions that align with everyone's interests."

He paused and then added:

"This is also the teaching of Lord Demon God."

"Otherwise, the civil wars among demons are precedents that we have paid too much for, and I don't want to see you repeat the same mistakes."

His tone was gentle, but his words held implicit hints.

Luo Yan's intuition told him that this Shadow Demon was not as neutral as he appeared on the surface.

Judging by the moderation in his tone and the ambiguity in his stance, his inclination was actually towards Caesar.

But he wouldn't openly admit it.

As the leader of the entire Cabinet, he had to maintain an appearance of balance—even if he truly favored one side, he had to pretend to be neutralizing.

As Luo Yan was contemplating this, a deep, chilling voice slowly sounded, like a soul crawling out from a grave.

"Do you want to know my opinion?"

At the instant the voice was heard, the lighting in the meeting hall seemed to dim markedly.

Goliath Soron's eyes, burning with green soul fire, turned towards Caesar, a cold sneer emerging on his lips.

"When I was fighting on the battlefield, you didn't even know where you were."

His tone mingled with mockery and disdain, each syllable piercingly cold.

"The object of recruitment? If you truly understood them, you wouldn't say such things."

"They aim to eliminate us from the root, and it's not just us!"

The voice of the Witch Demon echoed in the hall like a magic curse, each word resounding powerfully, concealing the fact that he was merely a decaying corpse.

"The fanatics in their eyes have no concept of a contract, and like the Dragon God they worship, they are complete lunatics holding terrifying power!"

"Their Divine do not believe in anyone or any reasoning, ready to achieve their goals by any means necessary... even if it means destroying themselves."

"Just like when they once clamored to annihilate death, only to plunge the entire world into an endless abyss."

"Recruit them?"

"You're not playing with fire; you're dreaming!"

By the time he finished his last sentence, the soul fire burning in his skull erupted like lava, nearly engulfing every inch of shadow.

His bony fingers tapped on the table, each tap like nails driving into a coffin, making one unconsciously hold their breath.

It was clear—

Gutaf had thoroughly hurt him.

Luo Yan sighed inwardly, silently offering respect for Taufu.

This kid was truly grave in sin and evil.

Being reborn as a pig wasn't at all undeserved.

Perhaps, this was karma.

A hush fell over the meeting table.

Looking at the obstinate Goliath, Caesar Colin narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression shifting, making it difficult to decipher his thoughts.

As the atmosphere at the meeting table threatened to become deadlocked, Asmon had no choice but to attempt to mediate again.

However, just as he was about to say something, a voice, elegant yet tinged with a hint of flippancy, suddenly rang from one side of the meeting table.

"Quite an impressive debate."

"Unfortunately, in the end, we remain completely ignorant regarding intelligence on the Gana Continent... Therefore, forgive me for saying, whether it's continuing the war from a thousand years ago or recruiting former enemies, both your judgments are castles in the air."

The one who spoke was Karamos, the Intelligence Minister of Hell.

As his words concluded, two pairs of eyes simultaneously focused on him.

Asmon looked in surprise at Karamos, who just a second ago seemed indifferent, yet suddenly jumped into the fiery pit, obviously not expecting him to speak at this moment.

Luo Yan also gave him a somewhat surprised look, secretly admiring him.

Is this the composure of a Demigod-level strong being?

If it were him, even with the assurance to subdue two Demigod-level beings, he would wait until they wearied of their argument before offering a ladder of escape.

Goliath regarded Karamos with an expressionless face, not speaking, only using his cold gaze to surmise the motives hidden behind that smile.

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