"My lady, have you found out? What is the background of the new Demon King? "Lahlo asked in a fawning manner.
Cersei glanced at him and said calmly, "Instead of worrying about others, why don't you focus on improving yourself?"
"My lady, I can't not pay attention! To tell you the truth, my position as the Great Demon King has been shaken. Do you know what this means? "Lahlo asked anxiously.
Thousands of years had passed, and Cersei was no longer a novice. Her expression changed slightly when she heard this.
"Are you saying that Mirko might replace you?"
The Great Demon King of Hell quickly asked, "His name is Mirko? What's his background? "
"That guy is arrogant and cold. My seduction spells did not work at all. I could not get any secrets out of him." Cersei sighed.
"You seduced him?!" Lahlo was furious.
She was his wife!
"What else? If I asked him directly, would he tell me his secrets without paying any price? "Cersei said angrily.
Lahlo was frustrated, but he could not refute.
"Is he not a man? Even you could not seduce him?" he said awkwardly.
He was not happy that his wife could not seduce Mirko.
"That guy only wants to recruit soldiers and buy horses. He wants to gain territory in the seventh layer of hell and develop his own power. He doesn't care about love at all.
When he sees me flirting and flirting, the first thing he thinks of is not lust. Instead, he scratches his chin and ponders … What can I do under him? "Cersei said angrily.
"Focus on his career?! That's a huge problem! " Lahlo shouted.
After that, Lahlo was relieved. Mirko did not put him in his place and had offended Cersei. He did not have to worry about the adulterous couple plotting against him.
Cersei looked at him deeply and said, "If I'm not wrong, the Seven Gods are very dissatisfied with your slacking off.
Mirko, Søren, and the other evil gods were sent to Hell by the Seven Gods to provoke you. The silver carp effect, do you understand? "
"Of course I understand, but I did not slack off! Haven't you seen my efforts all these years? "Lahlo said, feeling wronged.
"What's the use of just working hard? It depends on the results! You still haven't sung a complete Song of Laws. In this new world that is developing faster and faster, what makes you think you can be the Great Demon King? "
"It's only been eight thousand years, but my Song of Shadows has already reached 25.1478319% progress. The Song of Poisonfire has also begun.
In the entire Infernal Realm, aside from you, who else can cultivate faster than me? "Lahlo said arrogantly.
"I'm afraid the Black Goddess won't think so." Cersei sighed softly. "You know how fast our world has developed in the past few thousand years. There are even five true gods among the humans who can sing the complete Song of Laws.
Including the non-humans, there were more than ten True Gods in the Astral Plane.
But what about the hell that corresponded to the Astral Plane?
There wasn't even a single True God!
If I were the Black Madonna, I would also feel dissatisfied.
Actually, you and I should be glad that there isn't a single True God in Infernal Realm. Otherwise, you would definitely lose your position as the Great Demon King. "
Lahlo pulled his hair with a pained expression. "This doesn't make sense. Our world is still at the bottom level of the universe. In theory, there shouldn't be any True Gods."
"In theory? In theory, our world should have been destroyed by the White Frost, but how prosperous is the world now?
You've lived for tens of millions of years. Tell me, compared to the upper level of the universe tens of millions of years ago, has the world become stronger or weaker? "Cersei said impatiently.
Lahlo was stunned. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and begged, "We can't just sit here and wait for death! I don't have the confidence to fight Mirko head-on.
You know how black-hearted the Black Goddess is.
Visitors from another world who can be accepted by the World of the Seven Gods are all gifted and beneficial to the world.
The five human True Gods in the Astral Plane, other than the bald donkey Qizang, the other four are all immigrants!
Even if Jon Targaryen and Jaime Lanlister were extremely gifted, they wouldn't be able to perfect the Song of Laws in ten thousand years.
But those guys are all Children of Destiny. They have the support of the world's will!
The True Gods of other species are even more terrifying. There isn't a single native Beast God. They all come from another world.
I'm afraid that Mirko and Søren are similar to 'Thunder God Dennis'. (According to the dwarf's plan before he left, Saladin and the silver Targaryen woman gave birth to a son who has half of the bloodline of another world.) They have powerful gifts and extraordinary bloodlines. "
"What plan do you have to deal with this?" Cersei was worried.
For the past few thousand years, her original body had been tortured in a mountain of knives and sea of fire. The pain didn't lessen at all. However, her spiritual projection was the boss in Infernal Realm, ordering people around and showing off.
If Mirko replaced Lahlo as the new Great Demon King, would the demons in Infernal Realm still respect her, Demon Queen Cersei?
If Mirko was lustful, then so be it. After a few thousand years, she was already sick of Lahlo. She wouldn't mind having the Black Goddess as a witness to dissolve the holy marriage and go to King Mirko.
But that guy couldn't get hard …
"How are we better than the immigrants?" Lahlo asked softly.
Cersei frowned. She bit her red lips and her pink tail swayed behind her.
After a long while, she said helplessly, "It seems that the immigrants are better than us in every aspect. Back then, Targaryen ruled the world. Now, one-third of the kingdoms have changed owners.
Even Targaryen can't withstand the attacks of the immigrants. We are even weaker. "
"But we have connections!"
"You're alone. What connections do you have?" Cersei rolled her eyes at him.
"Your family is also my family. You can ask my brother-in-law for help," Lahlo said matter-of-factly.
Cersei looked incredulous. "You want me to ask Jaime and ask Jaime to help you? If it was in the early years, he would definitely cut you in half. But now … "
She sighed. "I don't know what kind of charm that ugly woman Brittany has. They are still together … No matter what, he won't help you."
"I'm his brother-in-law after all. And Tyrion …" Seeing the displeasure on her face, Lahlo stomped his foot and said, "We're in a pinch, and you're still thinking about the bad things in the early years?!"
"I've almost forgotten what Tyrion looks like," Cersei said with a bitter smile.
.....
In front of the gate of the First Layer of Hell.
The human torches of the Betrayers were lined up on both sides. There were hundreds and thousands of them. There was no end in sight.
They were all undead who had violated the traditional ethics of sacred vows, holy marriages, and the rights of guests.
After death, they went to hell and were made into human torches.
Every undead who received the Father's judgment would walk through a long passage of human torches. They would also be so frightened that their legs would tremble and they would lose control of themselves.
At this moment, under the orange light of the torches, a silver-haired old man who was bound by chains was tugging at the sleeves of a girl in a black dress and pleading.
"I'm doing this for Targaryen. Great-grandmother, I even attended your three-thousandth birthday banquet. You must help me," the old man begged.
"I'm just a ghost servant who suppresses evil spirits. I'm not a judge. I have no say in front of the Father. I can't help you."
The pale girl with a huge bloody scythe on her back said awkwardly.
After the old man was pulled into the gate of the Tribunal, Cersei approached the girl and said with a fawning expression, "Leanna, is your mother Arya here?"
"There's a demigod necromancer in the Far East who uses the souls of living people to refine a ghost flag. My mother just rushed over," the girl said calmly.
Cersei nodded and asked, "That old man just now seemed to be Terp Targaryen of the Revival Society?"
"He offered you a blood sacrifice?" The girl's eyes were cold.
Cersei did not comment. She chuckled and said, "I think his idea is good. Resist immigration and make Targaryen great again. It's not just Targaryen. Many of the old families in the Great World of Seven Gods have deep feelings about this."
"Tell that to the Holy Mother." The girl's expression was still cold.
"I'm also here for immigration. However, it's not immigration from the world of the living. It's the new group of demon kings from another world in the Seven Levels of Hell," Cersei said seriously.
"My mother and I are both Grim Reapers with Scythes. We don't care about such things."
Cersei thought for a moment and said, "Can you go to the Northern Ice Kingdom and call your father over?"
"My father is in seclusion. He won't come out until he breaks through to True God. No one will see him for the next two thousand years."
"Even he feels the pressure?" Cersei was surprised.
"Tyrion is back. Not only did he break through to True God, he also comprehended the Song of the Five Laws," Leanna said with a complicated expression.
“what？” Cersei was so shocked that her mouth was crooked. "That guy's talent is mediocre. Even his ascension to Demigod relied on connections. How can he recite the Song of the Five Laws in such a short time?!"
"Granduncle went to the upper universe. It's easier to comprehend the laws there. It seems that Mirko and the other demon kings from another world were also brought back by him, "the girl said.
Cersei's expression changed several times. She asked bitterly, "Where is he now?"
"Granduncle came back fifty years ago. He should be at Sky Dragon Temple now."
Cersei was silent.
"I'm innocent. I sacrificed the demon kings. I was full of nonsense. I didn't keep my oath. I instigated a riot … I admit it all. But it's all to make Targaryen great again!"
The old man squatted on the ground and was dragged forward by two Hellspawns. He kept crying out for his innocence.
Cersei and Leanna watched from the side as the Hellspawn dragged him to the end of the fleshly torch and sealed him inside the stone wall. The Hellspawn then used an iron clamp to pull his tongue out and tied it into a knot to prevent it from retracting. After that, the Hellspawn nailed a red-hot iron drill into his head. Flames spurted out from the hole and another fleshly torch was formed.
"So tragic, so cruel. Even Targaryen didn't give him any preferential treatment," Cersei muttered.
"The world belongs to the people of the world, not Targaryen," Leanna Targaryen sighed.
Cersei's eyes flickered. She said, "Can you help me send a message and ask Tyrion to come over?"
"I can tell the Northern Ice Lord's residence. But I can't guarantee whether he will come or not."
Tyrion was very surprised that Whore Sis would look for him.
This meant that she was admitting defeat in a disguised form!
So, he immediately rushed over when he received the message.
Cersei did not change much. She was still a slutty succubus, but she did not flirt with him.
"You've changed a lot!"
Instead, it was Tyrion's appearance and temperament that surprised Cersei greatly.
"I've witnessed the rise and fall of a universe. For billions of years, I've lost the concept of time," Tyrion sighed.
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