Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

“Emperor, how long more shall we wait?”

 Protector Right stood at the edge of the steps of the bronze building, looking at the Emperor in the distance.

 The two people stood side by side, and the Emperor silently overlooked the ends of the dark brown earth. An ancient sculpture stood quietly, guarding the world for countless years.

 Behind them, the bonfire was raging, and there was a large pot supported by metal frames. The water in the pot boiled, and the beef, chicken, mutton, seafood, and various vegetables were churning.

 Protector Eagle sat cross-legged in front of the pot. The steaming water mist made her little face drunk and red. Her eyes seemed to twinkle, like a greedy little girl staring at a table of delicious food on Christmas Eve.

 That was just her. She was a human being but was more naive than most of the foreign species.

 There was also another bonfire not far away. On the metal support, there was an iron plate. On the iron plate, there was a steak. Protector Bull was taking care of the steak wholeheartedly.

 Of course, the Emperor couldn't eat hotpot like them. Even when traveling, the leader of the Great Demon Alliance must have the grace of the leader. Her lunch today was steak.

 The sirloin from the top S-cla.s.s Protector was the best material in the demon descendant community. Compared with that, Kobe steak, the famous steak industry, was nothing at all.

 After entering the Great Deities Palace, the Emperor was very worried. For a few days, she didn't eat a meal.

 Seeing that the Emperor was so troubled, the protectors felt greatly insulted. However, the Emperor was not the kind of monarch who would talk with her ministers. The protectors could only save the country indirectly and solve the problems for the Emperor indirectly, such as by making a delicious lunch.

 Material selection was a problem. There was a lot of frozen meat and vegetables in their storage, as well as bottled mineral water. Talking about which, ever since Baoze invented the suitcase with spatial magic imbued, the group of top figures in the demon descendants community found traveling to be more convenient.

 Of course, the Emperor would not eat these frozen ingredients, so the protectors gathered together to discuss how to get the ingredients.

 One said, “The Emperor would certainly not eat human flesh. It's better to chop Protector Dragon in half and cook a pot of snake soup for the Emperor.”

 “The snake soup sounds like some rural food. It's not elegant at all,” said Protector Dragon, before changing the topic. “I suggest Protector Rat.”

 Protector Rat's frightened little eyes stared. “Mouse meat is not elegant. Although I am a rat, I am sorry that I am not the same type as the bamboo rat that costs five dollars each. My meat is not edible.”

 Protector Eagle's eyes lit up. “Bamboo rats are only five dollars each?”

 “Yes, I often see people saying on the Internet that ‘the bamboo rat is not sold out, one for five dollars. I will probably go to Dubai to pick up the garbage for a living after the clearance.'”

 “The most elegant thing is monkey brain,” continued Protector Condor.

 Protector Monkey was angry when he heard it, and complained, “Get lost. Without my brain, how can I possibly survive? Last year you didn't agree when I tried to mate with you, so I went to find your descendants instead. Are you jealous now?”

 They were not joking, and were in fact, seriously discussing the problem of material selection. Although it was troublesome for them to carve out a part of their own body, the self-healing potion formulated by the Emperor using the meat of evolution was comparable to a panacea and could treat all injuries.

 At this time, Hu Yan said, “Of course, the most high-end food would be the steak. At least people think that western restaurants were high-end restaurants, thus, steak is the favorite of the bourgeoisie.”

 Hearing that, all the protectors swarmed on Protector Bull and pushed him over. In the scream of “Yamete! Yamete! Yamete!”, they cut off a slice of meat from his back.

 After the meat was cut, the burden of frying the steak was taken by Protector Bull himself. Since he had already suffered the pain, he must at least get all the credit of making the meal himself.

 Even though the wound had already healed, it was still a strange experience to fry his own meat. At first, Protector Bull was in a sad and desolate mood, but that went away a few minutes later, when the oil crackled and the pink tenderloin meat turned brown in the fire, and the strong scent of the steak rose.

 “It's actually very fragrant…” Protector Bull swallowed quietly.

 At the same time, he subconsciously looked at several other protectors and found that at some point in time they had all turned their eyes and were looking at him.

 “What are you looking at? Do you want to fight?” Protector Bull seemed really upset.

 The protectors took back their eyes. It was not that good to be too hungry. After all, they were colleagues. It was just that after seeing that steak, they found that the bowl of hotpot was too low cla.s.s.

 Protector Eagle sniffed and whispered, “Let's just cut up the cow. It smells good.”

 “That old cowhide is rough and thick, we can't beat it.”

 “Then grab his steak?”

 “Let's talk about cutting up the cow.”

 The protectors gave the Condor Babe a white eye. “You dare to rob our boss' steak.”

 This type of glutton was scary.

 The Emperor took back her eyes, and looked at Protector Right, and said lightly, “We will wait for eight s.p.a.ces to merge.”

 “What will happen after that?” Protector Right asked.

 “Then you will know.”

 The Emperor didn't seem to mention it. Although she was very curious, Protector Right could only say, “Oh,” and didn't dare to ask more.

 “I have something to report to you,” Protector White said, cautiously scanning the sculpture standing quietly below, and said in a deep voice. “According to Protector Condor, demon descendants from at least two other s.p.a.ces suffered heavy casualties when the sculptures suddenly recovered and attacked. We have all these…”

 “They won't recover, ” the Emperor knew what she wanted to say and rea.s.sured her directly.

 Why… Protector Right didn't ask. She nodded.

 The Emperor didn't like to be questioned. Even if she was such a close subordinate, she could only ask once. If she asked more, the Emperor would not be happy.

 The strong fragrance came, the large body of Protector Bull that towered over two meters came, holding an iron plate with a piece of steak overflowing with gravy on it, with the oil still sizzling.

 “Emperor, your lunch,” Protector Bull said gruffly.

 The Emperor stared at the steak for a moment. With a simple gesture of her fingertips, the steak was cut into neat cubes. Her long and white fingers gestured again, and a small piece of meat flew up. The bottom half of the Emperor's silver mask that hid her face lifted, revealing her sharp jaw and her pet.i.te red lips.

 Slightly opening her mouth, the meat piece went into her mouth. The Emperor chewed it carefully, before nodding to express her appreciation. “Well, it's good.”

 It was a simple compliment, yet Protector Bull felt that happiness was so simple, and showed a genuine smile.

 Different from Protector Bull, Protector Bai focused on the beautiful jaw of the Emperor and the attractive red lips. Just by peeping at the tip of the iceberg, one could tell that the Emperor was a woman with a beautiful appearance.

 The human demon descendants among the protectors hadn't seen the real face of the Emperor. Only the demon descendants of foreign species like the Protector Bull or Protector Monkey had seen it before.

 Beautiful!

 This was a unified evaluation by all the different protectors. It was unbelievable that these foreign species with different aesthetic outlooks had given such a unified answer to the evaluation of the appearance of the Emperor.

 How beautiful is the Emperor's real face? I want to see it, Protector Right thought with great expectations.

 When the Emperor ate half of it, she gave the rest to the protectors.

 “Bull, you are so good… I mean your meat.”

 “You are so delicious, are you interested in trying to make beef jerky?”

 “Wow, this is the best steak I've ever had.”

 The protectors praised him sincerely, but Protector Bull was not happy at all. He sat on the edge and sulked.

 After eating a single piece, Hu Yan stopped eating mainly because he could not match these rude guys. As an elegant fox, he had a face that made countless girls jealous. He attached great importance to his image in the heart of the Emperor.

 Wiping his mouth, he asked, “Emperor, what will happen after the integration of s.p.a.ce?”

 Hearing that, the protectors stopped eating, kept quiet and looked at her.

 Under the silver alloy mask, that pair of eyes seemed to sink a little, and her reply came. “The real gate of the Great Deities Palace will open.”

 This was big news.

 “Here… Isn't this the Great Deities Palace?” Hu Yan was shocked too.

 They went through the stone gate, the black river, and opened the door of the Great Deities Palace with the key, and entered this gray s.p.a.ce… Unexpectedly, it was not the Great Deities Palace?!

 “This is the periphery of the Great Deities Palace, suppressing the eight ancient demons. As you can see, this is not the whole of the Great Deities Palace. The real core area needed eight keys to open.”

 “At present, there were only three known keys. How could we open them…?” Hu Yan suddenly raised his head and looked up at her masked face, as if trying to see through the cover and look directly at the person inside.

 “The other way is to open it in a special way, which is the array I drew at the bottom of the pool.” The Emperor nodded and confirmed the inner guess of Hu Yan.

 “But how did you know?!”

 In addition to the shock, another doubt came to his mind. Why did the Emperor know so much about the Great Deities Palace? At present, it seemed that the ancient demon she had was the one that Li Wuxiang brought out from the Great Deities Palace after all.

 What was her relations.h.i.+p with Li Wuxiang? Why did she have the ancient demon remains? Why did she know so much about the Great Deities Palace?

 They must understand that the Great Deities Palace was a mysterious place that was full of opportunities in the eyes of the populace. In the world, the ones with the best understanding of the Great Deities Palace were none other than Li Wu Xiang and Demonic Priest.

 Did the Emperor's understanding of the Great Deities Palace come from Li Wuxiang?

 At this moment, all the information and interpersonal relations.h.i.+p about Li Xianyu flashed in his mind. The image of Li Yihan, the sister of Li Xianyu and the Emperor, overlapped!

 “No, no, no, it's not her. They do not have the same aura.” Hu Yan quickly veto-ed this bold hypothesis.

 First of all, the aura was totally different. Although the temperament of the Emperor and Li Yihan was somewhat similar, as they both were cold, the arrogance of the Emperor was not comparable to that of an ordinary woman.

 There were too many women of similar temperament after all.

 Secondly, Li Yihan was two years older than Li Xianyu. When Li Wuxiang died, she was still a toddler, so it could not be her.

 Lastly… I fooled around with her once in the northeast. If she was the Emperor, would I not be finished? It should be someone who had something to do with Li Wuxiang. Li Wuxiang gave his son to ordinary people for adoption, that is, he didn't want him to be involved in the demon descendant disputes in the process of growing up. Then there's no reason to leave the ancient demon to people in Li Xianyu's social circle.

 He guessed that the Emperor and Li Wuxiang should have something to do with each other, but she was not someone in Li Xianyu's socialcircle.

 Let's ask them about the Emperor's appearance someday. As a latecomer, he hadn't had a look yet.

 The Emperor was silent and did not answer Hu Yan.

 Was it an unanswerable question?

 Hu Yan continued, “Then, do you know what is in the Great Deities Palace?”

 There's probably no answer to this question, either.

 “There might be something inside, or there might be nothing.” The Emperor's answer was ambiguous.

 At this time, there was a faint light in the sky, like a fire. This colorless world seemed to usher in the sunrise.

 That little light diffused very fast, and soon half of the sky turned crimson, like a magnificent sunset, also like a fire in the sky.