The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

In the eerie and dark dungeon, Duke slowly woke up in a dead silence.

As a goblin, he was much stronger and more intelligent than other goblins.

It was precisely because of this that he was noticed by his superiors and chosen to join the artillery unit of the Red Flame Legion, becoming an honored artilleryman. Since then, he not only got to use new equipment that made other goblins envious, but also got two more chicken legs for lunch than other goblins.

However, the good times did not last long.

Just one month into training, he stepped onto the battlefield and experienced the most brutal defeat of his life as a goblin.

To be honest.

Even after a long time had passed, he still felt that their defeat in that battle was unbearably aggrieving.

One day ago, they were still using the magic crystal cannons to bombard the humans at Seldo Port, watching those detestable two-legged creatures running around chaotically, with heads broken and bleeding... but in just one day, the griffins flapping their wings were riding on their faces.

If the humans hadn't wanted to extract the secret formula of the magic crystal cannon from their mouths, not a single one would have been left alive. After all, too many had died that night, and most of them were civilians.

Duke felt drowsy, his hands shackled with heavy chains, cold metal clinging to his skinny wrists, exuding a chilling coldness that felt like hell.

He instinctively swallowed, trying to discern his situation from the surrounding environment.

"Is this… the prison at Seldo Port?"

The interrogation room was eerily dark, with magic patterns etched on the walls that seemed to absorb light, making the entire space feel engulfing.

The damp air carried a metallic and sulfurous scent, with a faint flicker of firelight in the distance, yet it illuminated none of the corners here.

This was different from his previous cell.

Could it be that the guards of Seldo Port had sold him to the Academic State?

As Duke was nervously pondering, a deep and indifferent voice suddenly resonated from the darkness.

"Awake?"

Duke's breathing caught, and he jerked his head up, seeing a mysterious figure in a cloak standing in the darkness at some point.

Due to the hood covering the face, he couldn't see the person's face, but he could still feel an invisible majesty emanating from the shadow beneath the hood—

That aura of majesty surpassed even the oppressive presence of the griffin, making him shiver involuntarily.

"What happened to you at Seldo Port?"

Duke instinctively shuddered.

This question, he had heard countless times, and each time he repeated the same answer, yet this time… a fear inexplicably emerged in his heart.

"I—I've said it many times!" Duke's voice trembled, watching the silhouette standing in the darkness with terror, "I was with the artillery unit, I was just a loader! I didn't kill anyone, really!"

"And then?" The gaze from the darkness fixed on him, akin to an evil dragon toying with its prey, with unseen pupils exuding a terror that cut to the bone, "I need to know the details, especially… how you were captured."

Duke frantically searched the recesses of his memory, recalling the events of that day, his voice becoming more urgent.

"I… I was loading shells on the position, preparing for the next volley! But just as I was about to push the magic crystal into the chamber, suddenly… darkness enveloped the entire position!"

His body trembled slightly: "No one could see anything, the magic array was completely ineffective! We thought it was some holy light magic, but… no, that darkness didn't feel like holy light…"

"What did you feel?"

"Very cold…" Duke couldn't help but shiver, answering fearfully, "It was a coldness that seemed to freeze my soul…"

He took a deep breath, recalling that bone-chilling feeling, and continued with a definite tone.

"It was undead magic! I'm sure…"

The mysterious person remained silent, the silence making the air even colder.

Duke became increasingly panicked, his throat dry.

"When I came back to my senses… the Griffin Knight Order had already charged to the frontlines! We had no defense whatsoever…"

"Then, I was captured, along with the other prisoners, held by the griffins' claws, and thrown into the humans' camp… really, that's all I know! You've asked me so many times, I also don't know why the defense magic array failed, you should ask our General Sebes, maybe it wasn't even set up in the first place. As for the undead magic… maybe our mage behind mistakenly targeted us? Please, spare me!"

The mysterious person still did not respond.

The room fell into silence, the candlelight flickering slightly, reflecting Duke's trembling figure due to fear.

Until this moment, he still thought he was in the dungeon of Seldo Port, completely unaware that he had long been transferred back to Hell—

And it was in that demon city he dared only to gaze at from afar, never daring to dream of setting foot upon, the very center of Hell's power.

...

Outside the interrogation room, the light was faint, and the magic crystal emanated a dim glow.

Through a semi-transparent magic crystal wall, everything inside the room was clearly visible, and standing in the observation area was—Demon King Luo Yan.

He took off his hood, revealing a composed and graceful face, quietly watching Duke's reactions in the interrogation room.

Beside him were the Judgers from the Truth Department, also observing, deep in thought.

Not far from them, a floating magic crystal ball projected an image—a complete recording of the transactions at Seldo Port.

This impression detailed how Luo Yan's servant—a human named Lumier—led the undead to infiltrate Seldo Port and spent money to buy the captive goblin artilleryman from a drunken human drunkard.