Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager-Chapter 609 - 312: Local Gangs Have No Manners

But perhaps due to the need to be worshiped, the girl in front of us looks as sacred and holy as Shami’s perception of a god, without showing any details, making it indistinguishable—a mere ordinary girl, an ordinary golden statue.

"When the veil is finally lifted, those people will realize that the so-called Shaye is nothing compared to Lureya!"

Seeing the pink-haired minotaur completely unaware of the gravity of the situation, Shami fell silent, quietly opening a newspaper among a large pile of documents on the table.

"Oh, found the newspaper from a week ago. Oh, so the veil was lifted a week ago. Oh, so you even left the message ’The Demon Realm’s Pure Love Sect has been here to preach’ written. Oh, so a week ago the Shaye Sect had already declared war on the demon race."

After a moment of silence, Shami erupted in anger.

"The demon race has gained another formidable enemy! This end-of-year surprise is really quite astonishing, you pink-haired minotaur!"

"Hmph, if they want to declare war, let them come try. The belief in pure love can never be defeated by some all-knowing and all-powerful god! Pure love is the only existence that can transcend time and space, not this so-called Shaye God."

The pink-haired minotaur muttered to himself as he looked at the newspaper.

Shami stood on the documents, grabbed the bull’s head with both hands, and stared intently at the pink-haired minotaur to make him understand the seriousness of the matter.

"The demon race already has enough holes in the Aireland Continent. The goblins have clashed with a human kingdom, the Slime Grand Treasure has caused a surge in the number of adventurer teams across kingdoms, the fishmen have provoked the Aireland Continent’s golden mining family, and the Ghost Race is scaring everyone outside, drawing high attention to every city... and now you’ve entangled the continent’s number one religion, the Shaye Sect. This looks like every force on the continent is about to declare war on the demon race!"

Thanks to the pink-haired minotaur’s preaching, Shami could already see a terrifying future.

The pink-haired minotaur was silent for a while, his fighting spirit growing higher.

Although the pink-haired minotaur’s public identity is that of a missionary, don’t forget his other identity as the strongest ground combat unit of the demon race.

"Master Shami, if an invasion can happen, I, too, can attack. Let the world see the true power of the Pure Love Sect! Defeat the Shaye Sect, and those who have lost their faith will surely believe in pure love. I have already prepared a hundred strategies to defeat the Shaye Sect."

The pink-haired minotaur radiated pink light because of his faith in pure love.

Well, that’s how the demon race always strangely develops. When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally straighten out.

Shami took a deep breath, realizing he had lost his composure as a Demon King, got off the desk, and sat back in his chair, looking seriously at the pink-haired minotaur.

Since war has been declared, there’s nothing left but to prepare for it.

"Is it really your task to engage in a battle of wits with a human religion, pink-haired minotaur? Let me tell you, you are different from other demon creatures. You must not waste time thinking about strategies. Just train well with the minotaurs and obediently go to the battlefield when the time comes."

"For faith!" The pink-haired minotaur shouted passionately.

In the end, Shami still accepted the annual report from the Minotaur Tribe.

Yet there was always a suffocating feeling in his chest.

"Forget it, I’ll criticize you properly during the annual summary. For now, let’s enjoy celebrating together happily."

Shami closed the annual report.

"Master Shami, after you’ve said you would punish me, how could I possibly still be happy!"

As Shami’s words fell, the pink-haired minotaur froze for a moment, suddenly fell down, and rolled around in protest, shaking all the furniture in the entire first-floor side hall.

"Don’t throw such a tantrum in protest! The floor will collapse! Why do I see such a strong resemblance to you in Lureya? Is spreading blame something you learned from her? Don’t imitate those childish, elementary-school-level behaviors of your gods!"

Shami stood up, genuinely seeing the shadow of that flat gold hair in the pink-haired minotaur, strongly condemning.

"Miss Lureya?"

It seemed like he remembered that his Pure Love Sect’s faith god was also in the Demon Realm, stopping the tantrum.

"Oh right, now that you mention it, Miss Lina and the others are also here."

Though the Pure Love Sect’s main god is Lureya, the other three Demon Envoys are also secondary gods of the Pure Love Sect. Remembering the Pure Love Sect’s holy book, which still hasn’t been fully compiled and often runs out of material to preach halfway through, the pink-haired minotaur dashed out of the Demon King Castle.

"Master Shami, I’ll be going to find my revered gods for now!"

Shami exhaled with exasperation.

After the pink-haired minotaur submitted the Minotaur Tribe’s annual report, Shami collected and reviewed all the annual tribe reports of the demon race, finding no major issues.

Moreover, the development of each tribe far exceeded his expectations.

Now, as long as it’s not a gang fight, the strength of the demon race ensures that they can hold their own against any invasion.

This is also why Shami, though feeling anxious about the trouble caused by the pink-haired minotaur, calmed down quickly. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He glanced at the time. It was already evening.

Today was Christmas Eve.

The preparations for Christmas in the Demon Realm were almost complete.

Shami walked out of the first-floor side hall of the Demon King Castle, passed through a corridor filled with abstract paintings, and after entering the hall, turned to exit the castle.

Under the twilight sky, snow began to fall lightly, dissolving in mid-air, with clouds meeting the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

In front of the Demon King Castle stood a tall Christmas tree, adorned with ribbons and glowing little magic stones.

Looking back, one could also see the Wisteria Tree Spirit adorned with little colorful stones. The massive Demon King Castle had glowing little magic stones all around, from the walls to the spires, twinkling in clusters.

The entire Demon Realm was bustling with activity, with the presence of various magical creatures everywhere, engaged in conversations and bonding throughout the realm, in a warm rapport. Looking down from the Demon King Castle, half of the Demon Realm was covered in halos, especially the grassland circle centered around the Demon King Castle and the locations of various tribes, looking like dandelions spreading outward.

The rest of the Demon Realm was filled with numerous light spots resembling fireflies.

Tonight, the entire demon race could illuminate brightly.

Standing on the balcony of the Demon King Castle, watching the various magical creatures visiting each other and bonding in joy, Shami felt as if he was attending a zoo filled with a rich variety of species.

"Hey, hey, hey, Shami, over here!"

A crisp young girl’s voice rang out. Shami squinted over to see the four Demon Envoys playing on a slime trampoline, jumping around on the bellies of hundreds of plump, round slimes.

The slimes were having a great time, and so were the Demon Envoys.

The Elf Maiden was waving at him.

Nearby, the pink-haired minotaur lay down with a group of minotaurs, exposing their bellies.

"Miss Lureya, Miss Lina, Miss Saili, Miss Elze, you can step on us here too!"

"Ice Arrow."

The Magical Girl coldly released a spell, freezing the minotaurs.

Not far away, goblins dressed in carefully prepared formal attire performed an elegant ballroom dance to the rhythm of the slime-bouncing of the four Demon Envoys, the music haunting, their steps graceful.

"Is this really what goblins should be doing?! Don’t force the integration! Both sides are of completely different art styles!"

"Shami, are you coming or not? Are you trying to act all aloof at a time like this?"

The Elf Maiden shouted, her voice like a nightingale.

"Indeed. A Demon King hiding alone in such a lively scene will be isolated!"

The white-haired one also shouted to Shami, unable to hide the smile on her little face.

"For someone who has always pursued a people-friendly approach, Shami fleeing at a time like this surely means he thinks he can’t outsmart us," the Dragon Race Maiden analyzed condescendingly.

"Come on, I’ve strengthened the Demon Realm’s energy shield. Tonight will absolutely have no adven... tonight will be as safe as usual."

The Magical Girl started to say something, then seemed worried and switched to a more neutral expression.

The black-haired girl slowly reached out her small hand toward Shami.

Seeing the four Demon Envoys and the enchanting halos lingering layer upon layer behind them, and those familiar magical creatures he felt close to, Shami’s calm expression gradually trembled, leaping down from the Demon King Castle to join in the demon race’s festivities.