The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Grock struggled madly, letting out desperate screams.

"No—stop! Stop!!!"

But no one paid attention to his cries of agony.

Click!

The ropes were tightly bound to the streetlight post.

Under the glow of the fire, the goblins formed a circle, watching Grock who was about to face death.

At this moment, Grock was already on the verge of death, without even the strength to struggle, desperately looking at the goblins surrounding him.

The only solace was that he was not the only one hung from the streetlights; the entire street was filled with goblins, as well as some Hell Dwarves or Demons.

They were all part of the Trade Union, some were his accomplices, others were not... but none of that mattered anymore.

Snick slowly walked forward, looking at him deeply and said in a low voice, "This is what you deserve."

His hand suddenly waved—

Snap!

The rope tightened abruptly, Grock's body was hoisted up amidst screams. His legs kicked frantically, his mouth opened helplessly, tongue sticking out, eyes bulging, face gradually turning from blue to purple until it stiffened completely.

Once a formidable force, Grock was now hanging like a dead dog.

The goblins fell silent for a moment as they witnessed the goblin die before them, then erupted into deafening cheers.

The Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce was completely annihilated from that point onward.

In the burning flames, the once arrogant Chamber of Commerce President finally became a cold corpse, hanging on the streets of Black Wind Castle, awaiting the winds of time.

And just on the nearby street, the Dragon family's servant Night Song, under the assault of two Demon Generals, finally exhausted his strength, collapsing with an unwilling roar.

Thanos' dagger pierced his heart, draining his blood. Night Song tried to exhaust his body's shell with all his might but was choked by a dark thorn, finally drawing his last breath, turning into a cold statue.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a maze, his soul couldn't be imprisoned; only Lord Demon God could judge him.

Bransia yawned, withdrawing the black thorns that twisted like tentacles through the alleys, then licked her crimson lips with relish.

Although she didn't taste the blood of the Dragon family, as an appetizer for revenge, Zakro's confidant wasn't bad.

The roaring flames burned through Black Wind Castle's streets, the bustling business street turned into ruins.

The Hell Dwarves living nearby tightened their expressions, hiding in their homes with doors and windows shut tightly, afraid of being affected by the fire's aftermath.

And at that moment, Black Wind Castle's guards began to enter, capturing some of the most rowdy individuals and confiscating their looted property, some successfully pocketed, others slipped into their own bags.

As for Snick.

Lord Demon King still needed him to stabilize order, so they naturally turned a blind eye, including the gold bars and money he moved from the Trade Union's Vault.

Leaving behind a chaotic Trade Union, the goblins scurried away under Snick's command, carrying their spoils into the goblin community like a fortress.

As before, the fruits of victory were not monopolized by their leader but distributed to his supporters.

Whether it was the beer and bread they had grabbed or the gold and silver treasures from the Trade Union's Vault.

Due to this beautiful victory, Snick and his neighborhood committee have gained unprecedented prestige.

Not content with the victory at hand, he seized the momentum and brought out a prepared list, launching a second round of reckoning within the goblin community—this time targeting enemies hidden among them.

Those whom the Lord Demon King had long had his sights on but hadn't had time to deal with!

That night, the power structure of Black Wind Castle was completely rewritten, and the Dragon family's pawns buried there either died, fled, or confessed, almost none were left...

The Magic Crystal Cannon Factory thus shut down.

However, in the face of greater losses, this most important matter became the least mentionable triviality.

Faced with a wealth of testimonies and material evidence alongside ironclad facts, this time, no matter how capable the Dragon family was, they couldn't escape disaster.

Though the chaos erupted on Luo Yan's territory, its impact on Luo Yan was minimal.

If he could consider the bigger picture and handle it properly, this could even become a significant merit...

…

In a secluded corner of the Demon City's High-level Demon Academy, a huge oval-shaped greenhouse stood at the center of the obsidian building complex. Its crystal-clear shell seemed like living crystal, refracting a faint magical glow, enveloping the staggered clusters of plants inside, making the entire Magic Workshop seem like its own secret realm.

This was the place most akin to the Earth's surface in all of Hell.

Inside the secret realm, the moist air mixed with the fragrance of plants, and the imperceptible magic power rippled through the air like gentle water waves. By the pond, colorful jellyfish floated slowly, their glow dreamlike and surreal, while in a secluded pavilion, a woman quietly flipped through ancient texts, like a girl in a painting.

Her skin was crystal-clear, like the purest crystal, yet carried a soft jelly-like texture, emitting a smooth glow like liquid flow. Not only her skin and expressions, her hair and robes likewise shimmered with an almost imperceptible light, but it was difficult to see if not closely observed.

This was Professor Emperor Slime Adonia, a Master Level expert of the Slime clan and the leading figure in the field of Alchemy at the Demon City's High-level Demon Academy, the "moon" above the Demon City was her design. Compared to the Golden Slime, as Emperor Slime, her lineage was more noble, traceable to a royal family from the First Epoch. And not too long ago, she had an unknown past with Vivian's grandfather.