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"Is it going to start? Brother, how long will the conference start?"

"How can I know this? But it seems that it should be soon."

"Hey hey hey, I'll tell you, I saw the team of the three-party demon kings have entered the field!"

"Haha, what is the Demon King? His Majesty the Demon God will be here in person!"

"What, what?!"

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As time goes by, the scorching sun has risen to the top of people's heads. But what is even hotter than the sun is the enthusiasm of millions of viewers in the venue.

That’s right, this giant venue has filled millions of people!

The seats at the venue are divided into three parts according to the forces ruled by the three major demons, separated by an aisle that runs through the upper and lower parts, which can be said to be cleverly designed.

Each of the three major demons has dozens of representatives of the demigod-level demon kings. These powerful demigod-level demon kings take their respective subordinates and vassals to occupy the front row of the seats in the venue.

These three demon king forces account for about 30% of the million viewers. The remaining 70% to 80% of the audience are all high-ranking officials and nobles from all over the world of hell.

The Hell Conference has no requirements for the audience, and this is also intentional. The purpose is to pass on the results of the conference to every corner of the Hell World.

Therefore, as long as you can pay a sum of money, you can enter the venue to watch the fierce competition. However, the amount of money is not small and most people cannot afford it. Those who can come here to watch the game are once again generals, small lords, wealthy businessmen, etc.

It can be said that these audiences are well-known in the places where they are, but when they arrive in such places, those who cannot sit in the first three rows are all insignificant civilians.

Fortunately, the hell world is of clear hierarchy. No matter the race or people living in a certain class, they can accept their status and have awe of those strong and nobles, and dare not offend them at all.

In addition, as early as the beginning of the establishment of the Hell Conference, the three demons jointly stipulated that no private fight or any riots would occur within the venue, regardless of their identity or race, and any riots that would affect the progress of the conference.

Otherwise, the guards of the organizers of the competition will directly execute both parties on the spot and drag the body out of the field and throw it away. The whole process will not be ignored.

This approach is simple and crude, and implements the three views of the three demons despising the people, but it is very effective in the public security and stability on the scene.

Therefore, whether it is the Purgatory Demon, the Night Demon, the Fallen Angel, the Barbarian, Goblin, or the Ogre, regardless of race, identity, or even if they have strong opinions about other races, they must be at peace here, and no one will cause any conflict.

Because of this, this may be the only place in the entire world of hell, where all races can live in peace.

"Three-eyed Deer, fresh Three-eyed Deer Ribs!"

"Charcoal-grilled eyeballs! Authentic charcoal-grilled pig animal eyeballs!"

"My lord, should I bring some local specialties, desert meatballs and giant viper wine?"

"Authentic, of course, is authentic! Especially if this wine is replaced by other places, you can't buy it. Don't believe it? Try it and it will make you happy until you ascend to heaven!"

The sweet and delicate voices look fresh and pleasant in the noisy crowd, full of tempting temptation.

At this time, just look in the sound and you can see succubus wearing sexy leather jackets and maid aprons walking back and forth between rows of seats, selling food and drinks, and occasionally letting some customers take advantage of the opportunity to earn a little more tip.

On the other side of these succubus, gray-green-skinned and ugly-looking dwarfs were also busy shuttled back and forth among the crowd.

They are the lower races of this world, Goblins.

"The armor needs to be waxed! Three minutes to polish your shoes!"

A hippie goblin was in the camp of the Fallen Demon Realm and asked a Death Knight, "Sir, you see that your armor and boots are covered in dust, just like walking out of the grave. You might as well wipe the dust and wax it? Just one gold coin will make your whole body look fresh!"

"No." The dead Death Knight sat there expressionlessly, motionless, "I came out of the grave, so I didn't need to wipe it."

"Uh." The hippie-smiling Goblin was stunned for a moment, and then continued to please, "You might as well wipe it. Look at the Purgatory Demons opposite, they are all brightly dressed and bright, so powerful? The young ones will surely wipe you with newer and brighter than them!"

"No need." The expressionless Knight of Death continued to answer coldly without moving, "The living's set is all false, and only death is eternal. The ashes of the tomb are the deterrent power of the Lord!"

"Hiss!" The hippie Goblin took a breath and was shocked. These undead creatures are all fools, right?

There was no way, the goblin hit a wall again, and the business was no longer possible, so he had to turn around and leave in shame.

At the same time, he didn't forget to curse himself, and who told him that the money of dead people is easy to make? These undead creatures don't like to eat or drink, and don't even wipe their armor and combat boots. If this continues, he will make some money?

I slipped away, I couldn't stay in this place anymore.

Although the Death Knight in the Fallen Demon Realm is not easy to do business, in this giant venue, the Succubus and Goblin low-level races who do small businesses still have a good income.

First, there is no bullying, and second, there is no racial oppression. In addition, most of them are rich people. All races who do small businesses, as long as they obey the requirements of the organizers of the conference and pay taxes at the right time, everything else is easy to say.

At this time, the venue was filled with people and bustling, and everyone was looking forward to the beginning of the grand event.

In addition, there are many rumors about this conference, which has caused people to have suspense.

There were even rumors that this Hell Conference may also cause turmoil and power collapse in the entire Hell World! Therefore, the audience at the scene was full of enthusiasm and expectations for this conference.

Not only was the venue lively, but the contestants in the rest area were not idle either.

At this time, all the contestants were already here, and everyone was making final preparations for the upcoming conference.

In the rest room of the Purgatory Demon Realm, Wang Yan and his men are also busy or resting.

"Crack! Crack! Delicious, fresh!"

Ogre Abulon Giant Maul, and the ogre Shaman Walpol Blue Shield, sat on the ground, grabbed the big plate of meat in front of him, and poured it into his mouth.

The plate contained more than a dozen salt-baked three-eyed deer ribs. They were like ogres by these two meat mountains, and the meat and bones were chewed with creaking sounds. It was so uncomfortable.

After finishing eating, Abulon Juqiu grabbed the wine jar next to him and drank wildly. At the same time, he waved his hand and shouted at the goblin servant in front of him: "Not enough, not enough! Come again, come here more!"

"Chief, I! I want it too!"

"I've finished it too!"

Ogres sitting on the ground around them also held up empty plates in their hands, expressing their needs in a muffled voice.

Abulon Juqiu glanced at the tribe subordinates around him, waved his hand again in a grand manner, stretched out five palms, and asked the Goblin servant: "Look, let's give us another two hundred plates!"

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Seeing this scene, the goblin servant's head was sweating. He thought to himself that the stomachs of these ogres were not bottomless pits? He had eaten so much, how could he still eat it?

This plate that serves dishes is bigger than their goblins. Not to mention anything else, the goblin leader in front of him ate more than twenty plates of various meals by himself, but the result is not enough! He has to serve!

Oh my God, these ogres are so scary.

And that gesture seems to be five, not two hundred, right?

The goblin servant complained repeatedly in his heart, and he didn't dare to say such words.

After complaining, the work has to continue. After confirming the order, the goblin servant began to tow the big plate out in a small cart. At the same time, small trailers loaded with various delicacies were transported into the rest area in a steady stream.

Compared to the ogre's feast, Wang Yan's other subordinates are much more low-key.

The succubus were looking in the mirror and tidying up their makeup, while the harps were combing their feathers and beautifying their nails. To these female races, it seemed that beauty was their second life.

As for the barbarians with the largest number of people under Wang Yan, most of these natural warriors are using on-site training equipment to continue to exercise their strong muscles. Many barbarian cavalry are checking their equipment, wiping their weapons, and taking care of their precious Hell Flame Dogs.

At this point, this army is quite large and has a rigorous system. Everyone understands their responsibilities, and Wang Yan no longer has to worry about them.

As the leader of this army, Wang Yan was holding a glass of wine, leaning against the sofa in front of the observation window, looking out the window thoughtfully.

This characteristic window allows you to see the entire venue outward, but the outside world cannot see the scene inside.

At this time, Wang Yan's gaze was gradually falling from the direction of the Fallen Demon Realm to the camp of the Dark Demon Realm. Then, after a long time of speech, outsiders could not guess what he was thinking.

Even the Mei'er and Princess Chifu who were serving aside were silent. Other subordinates, such as Camus, the Desert Emperor, Zhang Weidao and others, were also busy with their own practice, or ready to go.

Lord Chihuo originally wanted to take the opportunity to tease the succubus maid who was teasing the scene, but after looking at the silent boss, he felt that if he had been storms, he might be beaten.

So he brought a glass of wine, imitating Wang Yan's appearance, and came to the observation window.

"Haha, boss, what are you looking at? What are you thinking?"

Lord Chihuo was not interested in the big deal and laughed, "I heard that the leader on the opposite side is a young and beautiful young woman. Boss, are you thinking... Hehehe, I understand, I support you!"

"Ph! The dog can't spit out ivory, what's in your mind?"

Princess Chifu immediately glared with beautiful eyes, "Do you think Lord Demon Flame looks like you? All day long are those things that are broken? We Lord Demon Flame is naturally thinking about how to lead us and win the conference!"

Although she said this, Princess Chifu thought with great pain in her heart. Instead, she would rather Lord Mo Yan be a lustful person, so that she could reproduce the next generation with Lord Mo Yan.

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"Xiao Chi, is your team finished preparing? If there is a mistake in the back, I will break your leg first."

Wang Yan glared at Lord Chihuo, then said speechlessly, "You can move your big ass away from the observation window quickly, so as not to block my viewing."

"Oh, okay, okay." Lord Chihuo was glared by Wang Yan, and quickly shrank his neck and retreated to the side and said, "Boss, it's important to observe the enemy situation. I'll go check the military."

Lord Chihuo thought to himself that he had said the wrong thing again? Forget it, let's hurry up and prepare the army to avoid being broken by the boss.

After the trouble-free Lord Chihuo left, Wang Yan took a sip of the wine in his glass and his eyes fell into the camp of the Fallen Demon Realm again.

He does have a lot of things he cares about right now.

In addition to being alert to the encirclement of the fallen demon gods and the dark demon gods at the Hell Conference, you must also find ways to win the championship of the Hell Conference.

Otherwise, it would not only be that Wang Yan and his companions would lose their lives, but also that the earth's defense circle would collapse.

This burden is not easy for Wang Yan.

It is not that easy to win the championship at the Hell Conference where there are so many strong people.

Of course, Wang Yan was not without confidence. The trump cards he hid in his hand were enough for his opponents to drink several pots.
To be continued...