Chapter 245: The Blooming Flower of Malice (2)
The demon in the form of a woman was the first to speak. “Our slaves are working hard on the surface right now.”
When she spoke of slaves, she meant the dark mages—those who had offered up their souls and bodies to the demons, serving as pawns on earth. These dark mages, under demonic direction, had been unleashed across many corners of the world, spreading chaos and enacting their masters’ will.
“There are some regions with issues, but overall, things aren’t bad. We lose some here and there, but the losses are made up elsewhere. The plan’s still on track. How about your end?” she asked, turning to the mechanical demon. “The offerings for the Demon King... Are you collecting them as needed?”
“Collection is ongoing. We are still short on certain sacrifices, but steadily gathering more. No significant setbacks,” the mechanical demon replied. The demon’s voice came out metallic and cold, its body’s components clicking softly.
“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” the woman replied, lips curling in satisfaction. Then she looked to the rippling, shapeless being. “And you? How are things progressing?”
“I am working to corrupt the faithful and the aristocrats. With my influence, two kingdoms and one religious order have been pushed to the brink of civil war, all by manipulating their leaders behind the scenes,” the formless demon replied.
“Did you actually destroy any of them?”
“It’s not that easy. Even if the gods’ oracles are erratic lately, as long as they interfere and warn their chosen, we can only do so much. Worse, the Tower Master is getting in the way.”
The others nodded in understanding. The Tower Master, the greatest mage alive, was a legendary figure. Even the lords of hell had kept track of his movements and influence for ages.
“You mean the one who gave up his humanity?” the woman asked the formless demon with a wry smile.
“Yes. He keeps stepping in just as things are about to spiral out of control. If it weren’t for him, I would have already toppled three kingdoms and four churches.”
“He’s a thorn in our side,” she muttered, her eyes narrowing. “Maybe we should kill him first?”