Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1380 - 456 Demon King Council

Chapter 1380: Chapter 456 Demon King Council

Dark Dome.

Blinding red lightning meandered, suffused with high-temperature heat waves, every breath of air soaked in sin.

In the darkness shrouded by clouds, a scorched island hovers above Hell’s multitude, barren soil everywhere, black smoke swirling, occasionally struck by a bolt of lightning, exploding with a burnt stench.

The island is empty, a rickety long table, seven dilapidated wooden chairs, embodying a beauty of war damage and thrift.

Demon King Council!

Being communal property, no one bothers to repair them, understanding their rundown condition.

This is Hell, expecting Devils to pay out of pocket is folly.

In Hell, seventy-two Devils qualify to attend the Demon King Council, but only seven have the right to sit on the chairs.

The remaining sixty-five Demon Kings may sit; see, such an expanse, sit wherever you prefer.

If you don’t sit, scram, and if you keep complaining, you’ll be killed!

That said, the sixty-five Demon Kings haven’t attended the council in a long time, even sitting on the ground isn’t permissible; Hell belongs to the Seven Demon Lords, they obediently wage war, crafting Hell’s humor for the Seven Demon Lords.

Booming!

Red lightning bolted to the island’s surface, frozen in mid-air, like a curtain suspended.

Lord of Envy elegantly pushed aside the red drapery, deliberately fifteen minutes late, satisfied with his status as the last to arrive.

All seven chairs are empty.

Envy: (ꐦ￣皿￣)ง

"Damn Insectoids, even late for the Demon King Council, being with you Devils, how can Hell be managed!"

"You deserve being sealed by Angels!"

Envy snorted out two puffs of hot air, seeing no one around, chuckling as he sat in the main seat at the long table.

This seat belongs to Pride.

Envy wriggled his hips, leaving his scent, reluctantly rising and sitting in the second chair.

It’s clear; he’s suffered from this chair before.

Soon, a slender figure solidified in mid-air, slowly sitting on one of the chairs.

Human in physiological male form, donned in a simple gray robe, with refined and handsome features, sporting a face of high aesthetic level; like Envy, both are top-tier handsome men in the world.

But unlike Envy brimming with energy, the newcomer’s eyelids drooped, eyes unfocused, and slumped over the table once seated, head tilted, indifferent to the world.

Sloth King!

He scratched his head, pupils suddenly dilating, breath ceasing as if he had died.

Utterly lazy.

Envy glanced sideways, Pride snorted coldly, knowing the other was too lazy to converse, refraining from initiating dialogue to avoid displeasure.

"Pfft!"

"..."

"Hehehe———"

The corpse’s shoulders quivers, reviving.

"..."

Envy’s eyelid twitched, slamming the table and roaring, "You lazy fool, I’ve tolerated you long enough, let’s duel outside!"

"Envy, you misunderstood, I wasn’t laughing at you, I just remembered something joyful." Sloth lazily leaned over the table,

just chuckled dismissively.

"What was it, speak clearly!"

"About Hexuno losing purity’s heavenly joke, last time, or the time before, you spoke while standing here."

"Damn, when was that!"

"Back then, too lazy to laugh, but it genuinely is hilarious, couldn’t refrain, didn’t want to disrespect you..."

"..."

Envy’s forehead veins protruded, the Seven Deadly Sins are universal, Sloth just using an excuse to mock him.

Moreover, Sloth had already laughed back then!

He’s hardly lazy, quite diligent in enjoying Hell’s humor.

"What’s going on, why hasn’t anyone arrived, delaying my moneymaking?"

Lord of Greed entered, pulling out a chair to sit, slamming down an hourglass on the table, anxiously restless.

Implicitly, once the hourglass runs out, regardless of today’s meeting’s importance, he’ll leave directly.

Contrary to the unkempt and energetic Demon Kings, Greed’s appearance isn’t handsome, or rather, adds a touch of prosperity and shrewd pragmatism to his handsomeness.

What’s the use of being handsome, wealthier people ultimately unite, poor ones can merely witness.

Next, two figures entered simultaneously, one with furrowed brows and cold eyes, the other the opposite, upon seating, they continued to stare intensely at each other.

Lord of Gluttony.

Lord of Wrath.

The two Demon Kings are battling, both aiming to be the sole Demon God of Hell, gaining Mechanized Armament information, tirelessly studying in their domains.

Simultaneously learning and practicing the knowledge from books, converting their minions into mechanized life forms. Introducing reverse engineering to mechanical life, establishing numerous factories, analyzing and summarizing experimental data, providing further theoretical foundations.

Then, witnessing fervent factory construction next door.

Both Demon Kings instantly realized, Mechanized Armament isn’t exclusive, the bastard opposite also succeeded, fearing the other gaining the upper hand, they simultaneously declared war and launched invasions.

Wayne unaffected by Mechanized Armament, carried on routinely, living a very regular life.

Wrath and Gluttony differed, combining mechanical coldness and explosive passion, temper escalating relentlessly. If not for the crucial importance of the Demon King Council, nor would there be new Hell humor for Envy, they’d already have torn each other apart.

The path of evolution can only have one pinnacle, one achieves, millions become slaves, no peaceful coexistence possible, live or die.

The fact they’ve restrained to this point showcases Hell’s humor’s value in Hell.

Five minutes later, a subtle fragrance wafted, a tall and elegant figure entered the meeting hall.