Chapter 694
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"The Second Princess of the Nephilim is already in the hall! Monet! Don't touch your crystal mouse anymore! "
Clary could already see a crimson figure standing at the entrance of the hall from the corner of her eye.
Second Princess Cersei Yanorod … The ruler of the body of the Chaos Demon she was residing in.
Clary had been hiding in the Nephilim Realm for so many years and had learned some of their rules. One of them was that as a watcher, she absolutely could not neglect her duties in front of Cersei!
The Second Princess was extremely strict with her subordinates.
However, under her brother's control, this Chaos Demon watcher was not only neglecting his duties, but also looking down on the Second Princess in front of Cersei.
"Sister … not now. We're about to start the team battle."
Clary tried to take control of the Chaos Demon and make him put down his crystal mouse.
However, her brother, who had always been obedient to her, was only stubborn when it came to matters related to the Holy Spirit.
"Team battle? Look at those … Why are the Blood Breeds still playing? Do they want to die? "
Clary glanced at the other Blood Breeds sitting on the other side of the hall.
Their behavior was even more exaggerated than the Chaos Demon's. Their eyes were fixed on the Weave in front of them, as if the translucent interface made of light was the only thing in their eyes.
At this moment, Clary did not understand what was going on with the hierarchy of the Nephilim.
If it was the commander of the Sacred Army here, not only would the Sacred Army not greet him, but they would also fall into their chairs and take a nap, reading some irrelevant biographies.
"The Trembling on the other side is on the verge of death! You can choose to pursue! "
"Or change the target to the enemy's Black Spear … White Goat, is your chain ready?"
"Ten seconds cooldown."
Initially, Clary thought that it was already impudent enough for these fellows to ignore the Princess of their country. She did not expect that they would actually dare to yell and shout in the main hall.
Was this a tradition of the Nephilim Realm?
"Monet, shut your mouth!"
Clary could only hope that the Second Princess would be lenient. There was still the Blood Duke as an accomplice.
Even if the actions of these Blood Breeds had angered the Second Princess, she probably wouldn't punish them too severely.
But the plan in Clary's heart once again became a pile of waste paper … After the Second Princess walked into the hall, the first thing she did was to stand behind them.
At that moment, Clary realized something very serious.
The Blood Clan members who were playing the Holy Spirit with her younger brother, Mo Nai, were all direct subordinates of the Fresh Blood Duke. She was the only one who was monitoring the Second Princess.
It might be a little tricky for the Second Princess to punish those vampires, but it would be a piece of cake for her to punish them.
At that moment, Clary used her consciousness to control the hands of the Chaos Demon. She wanted to stop what she was doing and greet the person behind her.
"Sister …"
'Now is not the time for you to speak. '
Clary controlled the Chaos Demon to stand up. When she turned around, she saw a man standing beside Cersei.
"What's wrong? Continue. "
Josh raised his head to look at the burly Chaos Demon, who looked like a fitness trainer from his aura and figure.
"Continue?"
Clary looked at the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of her. She was sure that the man standing beside Cersei was also a Chaos Demon.
But his aura was completely different from the other Chaos Demons. It gave Clary the feeling that he was more like a human.
It gave Clary an inexplicable sense of closeness.
It had been a long time since Clary talked to humans. After knowing that the Falosi had formed an alliance with the Realm of Devils, she criticized the Falosi cultists who made deals with the demons. At the same time, she would subconsciously talk to some of the Falosi merchants.
After staying in the Realm of Devils for two years, even if the Falosi were likely to become their enemy in the future, they were at least humans.
"Don't mind me, Syrok. Continue with your unfinished battle."
Cersei saw the reason for the Chaos Demon's concern.
'Sister … Her Highness Cersei wants me to continue playing. '
"…"
Clary helplessly returned control of her body to her younger brother. The Chaos Demon sat back in her seat and started galloping around the Holy Spirit Battlefield with the crystal mouse.
While Monet was focused on the Holy Spirit Battlefield, Clary was also eavesdropping on the conversation between Cersei and the stranger.
"Josiah, what do you think of them?"
Cersei had never played the Holy Spirit Battlefield before, so she could not understand the data on the magic net interface.
However, according to Josiah, every country would participate in the Holy Spirit Competition this time. This was also the first time the Realm of Devils had appeared in such a global competition. Cersei did not want to be laughed at by the people of other countries.
"This White Goat's maneuvering is really outstanding …"
Josiah stood behind the burly Chaos Demon and watched his series of maneuvers.
The hero he was using was called Black Hook Jitterworth, a legendary pirate of the Nation of Waterfront. The most notable characteristic of this character was that the anchor in his left hand could be used to pull enemies or allies to his side.
Whether the hero was good or not depended on whether the character could throw the anchor accurately. This White Goat had obviously played this hero many times. He could always throw the anchor at an unexpected angle.
"The others are not bad … It's just that the watcher at the bottom lane is a little … off the mark."
Josiah thought for a while before he found a suitable word to describe him. Just from his battle record alone, the watcher was not at a level that was off the mark. If he was Josiah's teammate, Josiah might just say, "Watcher, you can leave. We can win."
"Your Highness Josiah, that watcher is my father." The vampire adjutant who had been following Cersei whispered to Josiah, "He just came into contact with this game today, so he's not very good at it."
"The Blood Duke?"
Josiah immediately looked at the Blood Duke who was sitting on the opposite side of the long table. The duke's brows were tightly knitted together and he did not say a word. If one did not look at his magic net interface, they might mistakenly think that the duke was making an important decision.
"Alright, apart from the Blood Duke, the other four are considered qualified. There are three official members and one substitute."
"Three official members? Josiah … apart from Fuya, do you have another suitable candidate? "
Cersei inquired about the movements of the other Chaos Demons who played this game from Pester. In the end, apart from this White Goat, the others were either not interested in this game or their scores were much lower than these minions.
Cersei was quite satisfied with this result. At least this meant that her subordinates were not that lazy.
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