Regarding the death of their own people, rather than sadness, it was more like anger for them.
After all, although that guy Steve was a founder of the Gravel Syndicate, not to ntion he failed to strive for much benefit for them, he even used the Syndicate's funds to forge the Pure Origin Sect.
If the Pure Origin Sect could co in handy later, it wouldn't be much.
But the problem was this guy died before the Pure Origin Sect could co in handy, which ant all of the Syndicate's early-stage investnts went down the drain.
To be honest.
The Deviln's mood now was just like that of the current Pope Marshall.
They also wanted to dig this guy Steve out of the mass grave and then kill him once more.
Thus, maintaining such a ntality, the Deviln began to analyze the current situation.
After all, too many and too urgent things happened this ti. Even if they wanted to analyze them one by one, it was extrely difficult.
So what the Deviln were thinking now was how to modify the previously implented plans into an assistance for the new plans.
That's right.
Up until now, these Deviln still hadn't given up their so-called plans.
After all, many plans were like Steve's 'Pure Origin Sect Plan', having quite a bit of early-stage investnt.
Wanting to pull out now was fundantally an impossible matter.
So rather than letting it go down the drain, it was better to engage in WasteUtilization and see if these generated things could be converted into sothing new.
However, because no one wanted the part they invested in to beco a bubble, causing the power in their hands to shrink, they began arguing strongly for their reasons as if bargaining in a vegetable market.
It was already dark at this mont, and braziers were lit around the open-air square.
The sll of rosin used to support combustion floated in the air, and while the wood burned in the braziers, it also emitted crackling sounds from ti to ti.
If there were only these things in the picture, then it should look like a beautiful picture of a 'Tranquil Night'.
However, in this picture, there were ironically bloody, savage maws one after another.
Because it was all about ensuring their own interests were prioritized, not a single person present would relax their vigilance.
After all, if money was invested, one should receive a corresponding return.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
So Syndicate mbers even directly transford into their demon forms because they were too agitated, falling just short of coming to blows.
This demon form was similar to the previously killed Xin Tianle.
But compared to Xin Tianle, it looked at least two or three sizes larger.
So the entire picture looked like a drawing of hell, making one shudder with cold.
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
Just when the demons were arguing clamorously, a person wearing a mask in the center of the square knocked a wooden gavel.
This person was also a Devilman, but the role he played now was considered a host's position.
So he wore a mask but took up a wooden gavel.
This represented the 'authority' of the Deviln.
Thus, the originally endlessly arguing, red-faced demons stopped cursing amidst the sound of the wooden gavel knocking on the stone table.
"I know everyone is very busy now, but regrettably, the entire world has currently devolved into an extent of chaos that is terrifying. This requires us to save it, no! It is only us who can save those pitiful people and give them equal rights!"
Although this host probably didn't even know what he was saying himself.
But clearly, the profit-first Deviln were dismissive of this kind of slogan that was 'all humanity' the mont he opened his mouth.
However, these matters were always the things they 'flaunted'.
As for saving or not saving, it was inherently a good thing that allowed them to put on an act, so why not use it?
Anyway, everyone liked it.
But what the host said in the first half was also very reasonable.
At present, where everything had changed in a day's ti, it had indeed reached a terrifying stage.
However, this terror wasn't towards others, but towards them Deviln.
Now that the weaknesses of demons had been exposed, even if they evolved into the Demon Race, they couldn't guarantee being completely safe.
One must know that in a sense, chaos was the ladder for everyone to climb.
Once the entire Karim Continent fell into chaos, they would definitely be affected. After all, even when there wasn't chaos, quite a few among them had been insidiously killed by soone using poison spores.
And what they wanted was for only themselves to possess the ladder to climb.
Who would want that kind of world where everyone had an opportunity.
So this chaos itself was the greatest threat to them.
"I know everyone is very anxious now, but sotis being anxious about certain matters is useless. So I propose we first resolve so of the most important problems right before our eyes, I wonder what everyone thinks."
After everyone stopped arguing, the host continued to progress the topic.
To be honest, having hosted so many etings, this ti was considered the most difficult.
This group of guys sitting on the circular stone steps had been chattering and clamoring for over an hour.
One must know that less than an hour and a half had passed since they gathered until now, which showed how this matter had angered this group of people.
Yes.
Actually, from late at night when the news of soone rebelling from Steve's side in the Holy City was transmitted, they had started to assemble personnel.
It was just that at that ti, what they thought was rely a rebellion, nothing serious.
So those assembled were all Deviln in charge of combat and combat power.
After all, if it was a rebellion, then it indeed only required dispatching an army and generals or sothing to carry out annihilation.
However, at that ti, the Teleportation Array leading to the Holy City had long been closed.
Even the escape Teleportation Array prepared just in case had been closed.
Only then did the Deviln feel a trace of an ominous aura.
It wasn't until about three hours later, when an insider sent back news that 'Steve' had died in this rebellion, that they realized the seriousness of the matter.
But even so, for so Deviln, it didn't concern them.
After all, their responsibilities were different, so naturally, their liabilities were different.
If he's dead, he's dead; anyway, the ones having a headache were those people in charge of the Pure Origin Sect's side.
Even if so Deviln received the news, they didn't rush over at the first mont, but leisurely ate when they should eat and slept when they should sleep.
Only after dealing with their own matters did they arrive tardily.
This was also the reason why they had been notified a dozen or twenty hours ago, yet as a result, the full assembly was only completed an hour and a half ago.
To put it bluntly, everyone didn't take it seriously.
They only cared about the power in their own hands.
This was probably the drawback of a full assembly.
He wasn't clear about others, but Deviln were indeed like this.
Sotis the host also hated these unpunctual guys very much, but everyone was of the sa race, all knowing they were scumbags, so they could only survive by huddling together.
Otherwise, what awaited them was either being eliminated or being assimilated; there was no third possibility to speak of.
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