Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Although the name of the Mortal Race Council is very lofty, the layout of the venue is very simple.

No, it should be said that it was not arranged at all.

All the souls who participated in the coronation ceremony of the Pope gathered again in a certain council room of the Holy See. The smell of gunpowder is full.

Mitchell, Angus, and Alves sat in the three standing positions in the middle of the conference room to show their unique status.

It wasn't that there were no voices of dissatisfaction, but after being crushed by the coercion of Angus and Alves in turn, the entire council hall was as silent as death.

But when Mitchell finished reading the parliamentary treaty, the entire parliament hall exploded in an instant.

The human races were furious, and the alien races couldn't believe it.

Mitchell's face remained unchanged, but the hand holding the scepter was so vigorous that his veins burst out; Angus could not help frowning when he heard the ugly comments of the human race and the various whispered conspiracy theories of the alien race; Simply, his face sank, and he slapped the table in front of him with his palm, and the whole table was shattered into slag accompanied by the terrifying Longwei.

The living beings in the entire meeting hall were suddenly ashamed, many powerless or weak beings were overwhelmed by Longwei, and they were extremely embarrassed.

"These were originally the terms of the contract signed by all races in the Second Era. Now they are just for you to discuss whether you need to modify them. If everyone has no objection—" said slowly, His Majesty the Elven King in a gorgeous robe slightly With a smile, noble and elegant but indescribably strong, "Then make a contract."

"Joke!" One of the envoys from the big country said angrily, "According to the treaty above, our country should give at least one-third of the land to the half-orcs. Why!"

Several half-orcs who came to the meeting showed hatred when they saw the envoy from that country, and even let out beast roars from their throats, which made the envoy even more angry, and mocked: "These half-orcs Orcs are just hybrids of monsters and humans. They are not even intelligent creatures. At most, they are animals with some human characteristics. Wherever they need any clan land, they are worthy of being enslaved as animals... Ahhh Ahhh——!!!"

Alves flicked his hands to extinguish the energy in his hands, his handsome face completely lost the usual straightforwardness, and he said casually: "If there is any creature present who can't speak, don't say it, I have always had a bad temper. "

Angus sighed softly beside him, with a relaxed and helpless tone: "How old are you, and you are still so angry. Look at how you scare those children."

"I can't help it."

"You..."

All the creatures froze, and they dared not look at the pile of minced meat that had been blown up until every piece of flesh was no bigger than a fingernail cover, and the few human races sitting around the pile of minced meat were splashed with blood. He Rou was already so frightened that many people even pissed their pants, and the entire council hall was filled with a stench.

But all the creatures didn't dare to make a sound, they all sat there stiffly and didn't dare to move, not all of them were scared just now, but more because of the fierce threat from Angus and Alves at this time Suppression, that is, the four elf kings and dragons who came to the council together were sweating on their foreheads.

Sitting silently in a corner with several ethnic groups, Cain, who has been quietly doing a beautiful blood race with an elegant and mysterious smile, suddenly covered his nose and complained: "A council hall that was originally good has been taken by the Asians. His Majesty Elvis is dirty, smelling it, can we still have a good discussion."

The faces of the blood races around him were very ugly.

For the vampires with a keen sense of smell, sitting in this stench-filled room is simply suffering. The vampires brought together by Cain to participate in the council today can resist the temptation of blood, but they may not be able to withstand the attack of the stench.

Many races with a keen sense of smell, especially races with a keen sense of smell such as dragons, orcs, and half-orcs, as well as more or less cleanliness races such as elves and seas, couldn't help looking at the three creatures in the center. They all showed their approval.

Alves scratched his head and looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." At this time, Alves changed back to the "big boss" who could only smile heartily and honestly.

Angus smiled slightly: "In this case, this meeting is here. Please come to the meeting at the same time tomorrow afternoon." After finishing speaking, he looked at Mitchell.

Mitchell nodded, stood up holding the scepter, scanned all the creatures in the council hall, and said with a cold face: "Please tell me that some souls remember the parliamentary treaty I just proposed. If there are any objections Please bring it up in parliament tomorrow."

"Now, the parliament is over, everyone can go back."

After all the crevices left and he, Claude, and Arnold were left in the council hall, Mitchelton slumped on the chair.

Mitchell's face was a little pale, he could feel the coldness on his back, and even his hands were so wet that he could hardly hold the scepter, it was all sweat.

Claude and Arnold's expressions were not very good either.

After a while, Mitchell took a deep breath, sat up straight, and clenched the scepter in his hand, as if talking to the two people next to him or talking to himself: "This is the real world since the first era. The spirit king and dragon king who have lived to this day."

Unscrupulous, strong and wanton, bloody and arrogant.

It was as if the kind and kind people I saw on weekdays were another living being, so strange and terrifying.

"Okay." Arnold recovered his cold face and looked at Mitchell and Claude, "This is just the beginning, if you can't stand it, please go directly to my god and repent, so that I can find the next Pope's successor to let me go." He led the Holy See to glory."

Mitchell laughed, and Claude said with a serious face: "I won't let you have this opportunity."

Arnold hooked his lips slightly, folded his arms around his chest and said coolly: "We'll wait and see."

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"Actually, it doesn't make much sense." Michael stuffed a piece of biscuit into his mouth, his face lazily said, "The mortal race council, apart from Angus and Alvi in ​​the early and middle period of the first era. There are still a few powerful race patriarchs who suppressed it, which is a bit meaningful. Since Angus and Alves stopped taking care of it at the end of the first era, the council has long existed in name only, and the current comprehensive strength of the human race is too great. Powerful, even if other races add up, it is difficult to suppress the human race, and even if something is discussed in the parliament, the human race may not necessarily abide by it."

Michael is naive, cute, stupid, naive, cute and stupid, but his IQ is really not low, or he has lived for so long and has always been in a high position, so he can see certain things very clearly.

The blond boy casually turned a page of the book, noncommittal.

Glancing at the blond boy, seeing that the blond boy's face was still indifferent, Raphael said: "This is to give Mitchell a prestige, and by the way, give other races in the mortal world a chance to stand up."

Seeing Michael's half-understanding expression, Raphael sighed in his heart. With the blond boy and several demon kings around, it was difficult for him to give Michael a detailed answer.

"The Mortal Realm is really troublesome." The young Mamen pouted.

Michael choked unceremoniously: "It's like saying how good your demon world is."

"Ah, speaking of it..." Mammon raised her eyebrows and was about to fight back. Belia, who was holding a paint tray in one hand and holding a paintbrush in the other, was fascinated by the blond boy's painting. Is it really okay for two archangels to stay in the mortal world? I have heard many complaints from His Majesty Samael and Beelzebub that the government affairs of the heaven are busy."

Gabriel put his hand on Uriel's clenched hand on the table, beckoning him to calm down, and then said with a gentle smile, "That was also before. The heavens are now prosperous and happy, and the angels are very worry-free Those who love peace are different from the Demon Realm, and need to always worry about whether their territory and life will be taken away."

This seemingly gentle and water-like archangel will also fight back sharply when touched by the reverse scale, and his combat power is quite strong.

Beria still smiled bookishly like that, polite and harmless: "As His Highness Gabriel said, that was also a thing in the past. Since His Majesty Lucifer ruled the Demon Realm, the whole Demon Realm is different. To be honest It is worthy of being the former Vice-Prince of the Heaven Realm, who managed to govern the Demon Realm so prosperously and peacefully; and His Royal Highness Samuel, who is really worthy of being the former Angel Judge, is as ruthless and fair as the legend. Since he became the Demon Realm After the presiding judge, the law and order in the entire Demon Realm are very good; His Majesty Beelzebub is also very capable, there is no one who can handle the official affairs of the Demon Realm well..."

Immediately raising his hand, he erected a barrier to block the holy light coming from the front. Belial smiled and looked at the four archangels who stood up with gloomy faces: "Oh, what a terrifying expression."

Leviathan rolled his eyes, and Mammon raised his eyebrows with an expression on his face. Lilith secretly prepared to escape from this place that might turn into a battlefield at the fastest speed.

"Bella."

The cold voice broke the almost frozen atmosphere, the blond boy closed the book and said, "You talk too much."

After finishing speaking, the blond boy got up and left blankly, leaving behind Beria who showed a panicked expression.

Mammon whistled, gloating: "It deserves it."

The four archangels looked at each other, and they all saw happy eyes in each other's eyes.

Leviathan glanced at Beria sympathetically, and continued to stuff a cookie from the plate into his mouth.

Lilith fanned her fan, a pair of charming eyes rolled around, she didn't know what she was thinking.

The panic and panic on Beria's face suddenly faded away. He stared obsessively at the indifferent eyebrows and eyes of the blond boy in the painting in front of him, and a strange excitement and trembling suddenly rose.

——Ah, what if Father God is angry?What should I do if I hate and ignore Beria as before?

——Then find a way to appease Father God.

——It's like in the demon world, those demons want to please Beria.