The Scorched Earth Council was located in the void outside the various worlds.
Looking at this place from afar, it looked like an average-sized floating island made of dried rocks.
However, there was no exit or entrance to this island.
At least in this universe, there was no physical way to reach this place.
However, there were some special creatures that could reach this place through some special means.
Today, two archangels, four knights, two demons, and a demigod were gathered here.
"I don't understand … why are we wasting time here with these filthy demons?" At this moment, one of the archangels, Tominnes, was pacing around anxiously, complaining to his compatriots.
"Watch your words, my brother," another archangel, Uriel, said. "In the Scorched Earth Council, even the holy spirits have to be humble."
"Well said, Uriel. You should really discipline your little brother who has just reincarnated from the Netherworld Sea." Vincent, who was chatting with Woody a few meters away, turned his head around maliciously and interrupted. "If he keeps talking like that … he might be plucked and thrown back into the sea again."
Before he could finish, Woody, who was beside him, let out a wretched chuckle and cast a malicious look at the two archangels.
"Humph …" Uriel was not intimidated by the words of the two demons. He snorted and replied, "… It's not up to you to tell me what to do. Also … please don't eavesdrop on us anymore. "
"Eavesdropping?" Vincent smiled. "He spoke so loudly … Is that my fault?"
"Did I say something wrong?" Tominnes, who was not afraid at all, replied in a provocative tone.
Two seconds after Woody said this, Vincent suddenly showed an anxious expression. He pretended to pace back and forth a few times. Then, he raised his head and complained to Woody, "I don't understand … Why are we wasting our breath on these dumb angels?"
"Hehehe … Watch your words, asshole," Woody replied with a smile. "In the Scorched Earth Council, even the demons have to maintain their integrity."
These two fellows truly deserved to be called the most shameless and tacit partners among the "Four Lowlifes of Hell". These two lines of impromptu imitation … Their acting was natural, and their lines were perfect. They had not rehearsed at all and relied on their instantaneous reaction to make the appropriate sarcasm.
"I've heard that you two have the worst mouths in Hell. Looks like … you really do live up to your reputation," Tominnes retorted with sarcasm.
"You flatter us."
"Hehehe … You flatter us."
Facing the insults, the two demons were not ashamed. Instead, they accepted it with a smile..
"Ha … Very good. Continue to argue. It's best if they get into a fight … Fight until both sides are injured and die together." War, who was watching this confrontation from afar, started to laugh excitedly.
"Brother War, what kind of grudge do you have against each other?" Mr. Yoo used his handkerchief to wipe his bald forehead, and his face was covered in sweat. "I was bullied by them so many years ago, but I didn't …"
"Stop wasting time!" War did not give Mr. Yoo a chance to finish. He yelled, "Why do you have so much to say about your personal grudge?" "Think about our situation … Judgement Day has been over for more than half a century, and none of the seals have been broken. The original Candidate Game has been turned into an online entertainment …" He raised his finger to point at Vincent and Woody. "This is all caused by the Four Scumbags!" He was clearly agitated. "What's next? We, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, will form a heavy metal band to release an album in the human world? "
"Er … cough …" Mr. Pestilence interrupted. "I'll say this first … I'm not going to be the lead singer."
"Lead your head! Do you understand sarcasm? "War turned around to roar." Do you really want to go?! "
"War …" At that moment, Death, the oldest of the four horsemen, spoke. "As Sir Pestilence, I have to warn you seriously … When you use the term 'sir' in front of Pestilence in the future, you'd better be careful, or else I'll have to 'replace' you."
"Yes, I'm sorry." The next second, War put on a poker face and admitted his mistake respectfully.
"You sure know how to change your mood so quickly …" Seeing this, even Mr. Yoo could not help but mock.
"Sigh … A bunch of idiots …" The only female knight present, Disaster, couldn't be bothered with them. She stood alone in the distance, shaking her head and sighing.
Just as these nine people were talking, suddenly … several figures appeared in front of the round stone table high above.
"Oh? They're finally here … "Vincent turned to look." The Scorched Earth Council … "
"Hehehe … They're always late …" Woody chuckled.
Other than these two, the other seven did not comment on the arrival of the council. They put on serious expressions and turned to look at the round table.
"Everyone …" Not long after that, the figures spoke in unison. "This time, I've called all of you here because I have something to tell you …"
"Hehe … If there's only one thing, can't you just send an email?" Woody interrupted with a smile.
The voice of the council ignored him and continued. "Based on our recent observation, be it present or not … all the 'bettors' have interfered with this' Candidate Game 'to a certain extent. Even though Simon has tried his best to stop all of you from breaking the rules, some of your 'little tricks' are still affecting the game. "
"Tsk … Despicable."
"Humph … Shameless."
Vincent and Woody turned to look at the other seven, and their faces were filled with condescension.
"You two are also in the category of 'everyone'! Stop being so arrogant! "War really wanted to slap these two, but it was not convenient for him to do so.
Several seconds later, the voice of the council continued. "Therefore, the council has decided … to make use of this second Tournament for the Best to wipe out these influences and return this' Candidate Game 'to a fair state."
"Then, what does the council plan to do?" Uriel asked immediately.
"First, all the bettors will be banned from entering Thriller Paradise and the space connected to it," the voice of the council said.
"Hehehe … Even I can't do that?" Woody asked with a smile. "After all, I'm the boss of the Dream Company and the main designer of the game. Something like a routine inspection …"
"No." The voice of the council cut off Woody firmly and gave a clear answer.
"Tsk …" Woody scoffed. "Fine."
"Secondly …" The voice of the council continued. "Starting from the second stage of Tournament for the Best S2, the rules will be set by the council." They paused. "Woody, you will cooperate with us to implement this."
"Fine … Do whatever you want …" Woody was showing obvious impatience.
"Thirdly … other than the two mentioned above, all the other information … are not allowed to be revealed," the voice of the council continued. The voice of the Parliament continued, "Alright … Thank you for making this trip. Please pass on these words to the other bettors as soon as possible." With that, they seemed to be about to leave.
"Wait!" Suddenly, Tominion spoke up. "Earlier, you only said 'all the bettors are banned from entering the game', but what if the bettors instigate the higher beings who did not bet to enter the game?" He glared at Vincent and Woody as he asked the question. It was obvious that this archangel had thought of the tricks that the devils might play at the first moment.
"Tominians …" The Voice of the Parliament was like a choir. It was surprising that they were able to maintain the same tone. At this moment, they asked in a strange tone in unison, "Don't forget … the referee is still here."
Hearing that, Tominion was startled.
"If what you said really happens, then …" the voice of the council continued. "Simon will no doubt use the simplest and most direct method to deal with these 'problems'."
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