The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

A group of half-demons huddled in the corner.

The air was filled with a foul stench and smell of blood.

In the darkness, a crawling sound could be heard—swarms of rats.

But they were just passing by and would not stop in front of the food bowls of these half-demons. After all, these half-demons did not eat as well as they did. Their real target was a corpse in the corner.

It was a half-demon that had starved to death.

There will be such snacks every now and then.

So the rats in the dungeon are all fat and strong.

Among these cowering half-demons was a petite figure with disheveled hair and only half of her chin exposed, on which dense scars could be seen. She was skinny, and her two hands, covered only with skin and with protruding knuckles, were holding a biscuit slightly larger than a coin and chewing on it.

The cake was moldy and smelled bad, but she ate it with great relish.

Her name is Helen.

The surrounding half-demons were at least two meters away from her, forming a circle of vacuum zone. Occasionally, their eyes would fall on the girl, with only awe and vigilance in their eyes.

This is the longest-lived half-demon among them all.

Don't be fooled by her small size and seem easy to bully. But once she entered the arena, she was a mad beast with a strong will to survive. The worst time she was even disemboweled. At that time, she lay quietly in the corner of the cage for three days, biting more than a dozen mice to death, and finally survived.

There were footsteps outside the cell door.

The half-demons around shrank their heads with fear on their faces. They lowered their heads and shrunk their bodies as much as possible to reduce their presence. Only the girl was chewing the cake nonchalantly. She was very focused, as if she was eating some delicacies.

"Helen, it's your turn to fight today!"

In fact, the jailer had a table in his hand, and it was fixed who would fight at what time. However, half-demons kept dying and new half-demons kept coming in, so it seemed like there was no pattern.

But Helen knew that today was her turn.

Life in the black prison was worse than death. Every day one did not have enough food to eat, had endless work to do, and had to fight like a dog with other demons or monsters for the amusement of the nobles.

But it's better than having a brood nest anyway.

Here she can still maintain her sanity and have clear memories. She knows what she is doing and what she is insisting on every day, but when she went into the brood nest, she was a living person, but when she came out, she was just a pile of rotten meat.

All the demons and devils who came in at the same time as her died.

Only she is still alive tenaciously.

Not only did the Duke of the Famiya family not want her to die, but also because she still had concerns in her heart. She had not seen her brother yet. The master of the black prison said that as long as she could win 10,000 fights in the black prison, the Famiya family would let her go even if they were unwilling.

I will be able to see my brother then...

At least I know where my brother is.

She didn't know whether her brother was still alive.

But in the dark prison, her brother is her belief in survival.

Helen stuffed the next bit of crumbs into her mouth and stood up shakily, with the iron chain making a rattling sound on the ground.

Today's opponent is a group of Gale Wolves.

Now that she has completed 2,700 fights, the audience is no longer satisfied with her fighting with ordinary half-demons. They are more eager to see her torn to pieces by a group of monsters.

"Prison Master."

"Master, why are you here?"

Suddenly, the laborers around shuddered and shouted respectfully.

The demons imprisoned around immediately lowered their heads in fear when they saw the ugly Fallen Demon.

The visitor was none other than Sauron, the Lord of the Dark Prison.

He seemed to be in a very good mood today. His hair was combed forward and he was wearing a black suit. However, the rusty chains in his hand were really out of place. Coupled with his obscene smile and a face with crowded features... he looked even more hideous.

It’s a pity that there is no Picasso in the Demon Realm, otherwise Picasso would definitely find that his paintings are not as abstract as the fallen demon in front of him.

"Recently I need a group of half-demons to help me expand and renovate the dungeon. The dungeon is too messy now, with rats everywhere. How can I live with Clay... ahem, together in the future?" Soran snorted twice, his eyes fell on Helen: "Find me some strong ones. Demons are not good because they are too rough. Half-demons are more skillful. Make a list for me, and pick out those half-demons who have won more than 100 gladiatorial fights."

The prison guard went to do it quickly.

Soon he made a list of what Soran needed.

There were tens of thousands of half-demons imprisoned in the entire black prison, but most of them were cannon fodder who died suddenly in the gladiatorial combat. Some of them had never participated in the gladiatorial combat. In the end, there were less than fifty people who met Soran's requirements.

"You guys, follow me."

Sauron actually brought these demons to the undeveloped dungeon and ordered these half-demons to continue expanding the dungeon.

“Work hard for me. Even though it’s tiring, at least you can have something fresh to eat!” Soran assigned different tasks to everyone. Finally, it was Helen’s turn. He looked downcast and asked, “Are you Helen?”

The other half-demons went to work.

No one could hear the conversation between Soren and Helen, and no one dared to listen.

"Lucky girl, even though this luck comes a little late." Soran looked at the skinny body and deliberately shaved face of the half-demon girl in front of him and shook his head.

The Duke hadn't paid attention to Helen for a long time, so he felt a little strange: "Someone paid a lot of money to buy your life, and wants you to live a better life."

He pretended to be casual and said, "That person is my old friend, so I can't refuse...Is it a job for you? From now on, you will be responsible for cleaning the castle. I will provide you with treatment and three meals a day. At night, you will have a separate room and a soft bed to sleep on. You don't have to do other work or fights."

Chapter 208: Trian's Peep

However, Helen was not surprised to hear these words.

She felt only confusion and fear.

She didn't believe that anyone would buy her life, nor did she believe that the Lord of the Black Prison would be so kind, and she didn't believe that her nightmare life would stop today. This might just be Duke Trian's new trick, first giving her hope and then making her despair.

"Don't look at me like that." Soran said helplessly, "The one who bought your life was Sir Cleixina of the Tia family, a beautiful succubus. Otherwise, I wouldn't care about the life and death of a maggot like you. Maybe Sir Cleixina wants to use you to deal with Duke Trian? Who knows? But I suggest you enjoy the rest of your life honestly. At least you have food and drink. Maybe when you are no longer useful, that will be your death."

These were excuses Soran made up to keep the half-demon girl in line.

In fact, it is not very tenable, but the half-demon girl knows nothing about the situation in the outside world, so of course she can't just follow what he says.

"Okay, I still have some things to take care of. You report to my castle first. The butler will tell you what you should do every day." Soran waved his hand as if to shoo away a fly. He also had to write a letter to his beloved goddess to report that he had successfully completed this matter and express his longing for her.

……

Caesar didn't wait in the Tower of Thorns for long, just a few days.

Kleshina came to the door on her own initiative.

"Caesar, Hill, I have already done what you asked me to do." The succubus family leader leaned against the door and said with a sweet smile, "The Lord of the Black Prison took 100,000 gold coins, saying that it was for Helen's food, treatment and bed fees, but from what I know about him, he will ask for money again in a few days with various excuses. Now Helen works in the Lord of the Black Prison's castle, cleaning every day. Compared with other demons, she does not need to go to the arena, and every meal is fresh, which is already very good."

Caesar heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "What about Duke Trian? If he suddenly visits the prison one day..."

"Duke Trian hasn't been to the Black Prison for half a year." Klesina said, "It doesn't matter if he goes. The Black Prison Master can replace Helen with a half-demon who has changed beyond recognition, or just die in her place. In short, don't worry. Although this guy is greedy, he can do things as long as you pay him."

There was one more thing that Kleshina didn't mention, which was what Soren complained to her about in the letter.

It is said that Duke Trian is a miser who threw this half-demon girl into the dark prison and took special care of her, torturing her with all kinds of means and even repeatedly treating her injuries. If half of the dark prison was not on the territory of the Famiya family, he would not bother to care at all. Fortunately, the Tia family was generous and gave her 100,000 gold coins right away.

"That's good." Caesar still trusted what Hill's mother said.

There was no need for the patriarch of the Tia family to lie to him.

Besides, he could see that he was still useful to the Tia family.

This may be related to his golden fighting skills and two special bloodlines. In any case, the Tia family extended an olive branch to him early on.

"Thank you for your help. I will collect the remaining 400,000 gold coins as soon as possible."

"Take your time. There's no rush." ​​The fact that Caesar and Yatana parted ways was no longer a big deal to Claysina. The more she looked at Caesar, the more she liked him. "Compared to this, when will you and Hill give birth to a little succubus? Hmm? I can't wait to train the next patriarch of the Rentia family~"

"Mother, what are you talking about?" Hill looked at Caesar embarrassedly, lowered his head and whispered:

"It's not up to Caesar and I to decide when to give birth. It all depends on the will of the goddess of fate."

Caesar looked out the window with a confused look in his eyes.

Although my sister was arranged to work in Sauron's castle, she has no friends or relatives and is completely alone. The daily workload is probably very heavy. The Lord of the Black Prison is not a philanthropist and will definitely not let my sister have an easy life.

"After all, I wasted too much time and my strength didn't improve."

He thought in distress, but also felt fortunate. If it weren't for the soul from another world and the help of that system, he might still be just the leader of a group of goblins, and might have been killed by adventurers or knights from Blackrock Village.

"We have to improve our strength as soon as possible." A fierce look flashed in Caesar's eyes.

Once he gets the blood of the Gluttonous King, he will be able to sublimate his bloodline once again, and then devouring it will bring him more improvements.

Compared to many demons who suffer from the lack of channels for promotion.

The bloodline of the gluttonous king, who relies on devouring to increase his strength, is tailor-made for him.

As for the other mysterious bloodline, he could feel that it was not Gluttony's, and was even stronger than Gluttony, but it could only rely on the system for sublimation. And the holy sword was the bloodline left by the brave man, and it had not yet shown its effect.

……

At the same time, in the Kulahan Demon Realm.

Bloodslaughter Dukedom, Bloodslaughter Castle——

In the hall filled with a fishy smell, a dozen abominations were tremblingly bringing in a large plate of meat dripping with blood and bones.

"Sir, your last blood meal of the day has been delivered."

One of the abominations took two steps forward and whispered something to the wall of flesh and blood in front of him.

It was simply a lump of meat that filled the entire hall, like a mountain of meat.

After a while, the two cracks on the meat mountain opened up, revealing a pair of red eyes. A larger crack below also opened up, emitting a disgusting stench: "Leave it here, get out!"

"Yes, sir." The abominations lowered their heads and moved out of the room.

This mountain of flesh is Duke Trian, a peak seventh-order abomination.

The plate of food just now was actually only one-tenth of Duke Trian's breakfast.

The Duke would eat fifty tons of meat every day.

In order to provide the duke with enough meat, half of the industries around Blood Slaughter Castle were occupied by slaughterhouses.

They would take any meat they could get, because Duke Trian would eat any meat he could get.

And it doesn't matter whether the meat is fresh or rotten.

Because for Duke Trian, as long as he eats, he will become stronger, so it doesn't matter what kind of meat he eats.

"Wait!" Duke Trian stopped the abominations that had already reached the door:

"I have been sleeping for a while and have not paid attention to the outside world. Has anything big happened in the Demon Realm recently?"

The abominations looked at each other. In addition to serving meat to Duke Trian every day, they also had the task of reporting their work to Duke Trian.

Mainly reading some newspapers published in the Demon Realm.

Sometimes the intelligence organization of the Blood Slaughter Territory can also obtain some information.

However, they are obviously not very good at this kind of work. Most of the time, the intelligence they obtain is the same as that in the newspapers, or is simply false.

"My Lord, nothing major has happened recently." The leading abomination whispered, "However, a new viscount has just been appointed at the border of Sunset Forest. It is said that this viscount was just a pioneer nobleman before. He relied on his own strength to break through a military stronghold of the Surien Empire. The Gluttonous King appreciated the pioneer nobleman very much and gave him many rewards."

"Oh, it takes some skill to capture a major military town." Duke Trian snorted coldly with half his eyes narrowed, "Let those useless people under my command learn from them. They can't do anything all day long, and they only know how to eat!"

The hated ones didn't dare to speak and could only smile awkwardly.

"You said that the Gluttonous King admired the pioneering demons and gave them gifts?"

"Yes."

"What was the reward?"

"It is said to be a drop of blood from the Gluttonous King."

Duke Trian's eyes suddenly opened, and a red light burst out, almost illuminating the entire hall.

"The blood of the Gluttonous King? The blood of the Gluttonous King!!" He muttered to himself, his voice getting louder and louder, shaking the entire Blood Slaughter Castle: "The blood of the Gluttonous King is rewarded to a Viscount?! Is His Highness crazy?!"

The abominations were so scared that they lay on the ground and dared not move, for fear of getting burned and being eaten by Trian.

In Blood Slaughter Castle, the demons are just a group of walking meat, and whether they will be eaten or not depends entirely on Duke Trian's mood.

"Has the blood of the Gluttonous King been consumed?" he asked quickly.

"No, well, it looks like it will be delivered to the demon's territory today."

"Good! Hehehe! That's good!" Duke Trian laughed so hard that his flesh surged. He said in a fierce voice, "A mere viscount is worthy of using the blood of His Highness? Let Dax go and get the blood of the Gluttonous King back!"