White Online-Chapter 645: Revolutionary's Peril.

Arthur scratched the back of his head after feeling an intense stare. He turned around, and to his surprise, he saw a beautiful silver-haired woman--her gaze fixated on the monitor screen.

''Gaia.'' He bent his knees slightly and bowed in a gentlemanly manner. After hearing him, Emilia and others looked away from the screens and saw three strange individuals, who weren't here only a moment ago.

They were shocked at Gaia's immense beauty, mesmerized by Aether's eyes while thinking he looked quite similar to Arthur, and then surprised by Shiva's blue skin. They screamed royalty, and everyone felt an instinctive feeling to bow and show their loyalty.

'They are... gods!' Emilia thought.

''Arthur.'' Gaia finally looked away from the screen and smiled. Arthur looked at the screen before nodding to his employees. They understood what he meant and closed the last remaining monitor.

Gaia's lip slightly twitched because she would have wanted to watch more, but she soon realized that they had some serious stuff to talk about. After all, they just met with the Demon Kings, and two of their fighters betrayed them.

''Let's go to my office.'' Arthur said and fixed the wrinkles on his shirt before leaving the room with the gods in tow. Emilia and the rest stayed behind to keep an eye on the White Online servers.

After arriving at the office, Arthur drew the curtains and looked into the vast landscape of White Paradise. Souldeath and others left this city behind after failing to capture Arthur. They decided to focus their efforts on the island of Picu.

''Arthur, I am afraid that we have dire news.'' Gaia said. ''Erebus and Tartarus betrayed us.''

Arthur's brows creased into a frown. ''That's indeed dire news...''

''We have to gather everyone... It's soon time.'' Gaia said. ''Demons are regrouping, and then they will focus all their efforts on breaking the barrier. The barrier won't last long, and if they step onto Four Seasons' soil, everything will be stained with plague.''

''I understand...'' Arthur nodded. ''I shall arrange it.''

Gaia nodded softly and turned to Aether. The star-eyed man shook his head, not wanting to expose his identity. The beautiful silver-haired woman sighed.

...

In The God Realm, Zeus' Destroyed Castle.

''Hmm...'' Lucifer stood in front of the high-back throne. It was Zeus' throne, fit for a King of the Gods.

The rest of the Demon Kings had gathered in the throne room. They were standing silently while engulfing the entire realm with their suffocating presence. The rest of God City had been conquered by demons, and it was now their place of headquarters.

Millions of demons were in God City alone, and another million were spread around other realms, searching for anyone. However, the realms were successfully evacuated, but that didn't mean that they didn't find anyone.

''They are here.'' Lucifer spoke softly and then the throne room's door was opened. The six Demon Lords of the Heavens had arrived.

''Where is Dukeran?'' Satan asked with a frown. ''He shouldn't be late.''

Anti-Social looked at Beelzebub with surprise. He expected him to reveal that one of them died, but after seeing Beelzebub's confused expression, he realized that he must have forgotten about his death...

''Lord Satan, Dukeran is dead.'' Anti-Social replied with a solemn expression.

''Oh?'' Satan's brow jumped. He turned to Lucifer, who had finally sat down on the throne. He looked nonchalant, like death didn't matter to him. After all, he already said that even the Demon King could die in this war.

''Which Primordial God killed him?'' Satan then asked. It only made sense that one of the Primordial Gods did it. In his opinion, there wasn't anyone else strong enough.

''Well...'' Anti-Social wiped his sweat while the rest of the Demon Lords stayed quiet. He drew a cold breath and replied, ''It was a human who killed him.''

''Human?'' Satan's voice had a tinge of coldness and surprise. He knew Anti-Social wouldn't joke about things like that.

''Dukeran died because he was careless.'' Lucifer suddenly said from the throne. ''He would have died sooner or later. I knew he wouldn't last long with his careless attitude.''

Anti-Social bowed humbly and said, ''You are absolutely right, Lord Lucifer.''

''What should we do now, Lords?'' Garmagello asked from the back. He humbly stood with his back straight. In the presence of so many strong demons, he didn't dare to be any less disrespectful.

The Demon Kings and Demon Lords were, in a way, the same. The Demon Kings ruled their Heavens, while the Demon Lords handled the cities and demons under them. Thus, Anti-Social was Lucifer's Chief Commander, and Garmagello was Mammon's.

''Gather up the army.'' Lucifer said and leaned on the throne. ''Summon everyone and prepared the ships. When the next crimson moon dawns, we will attack.''

...

Revolutionary held his phone in a tight grip while tugging at his hair anxiously. It had been an hour since he sent the message and still hadn't received a reply.

There was finally movement outside the building, but it was only a woman, wearing thick fur coat, carrying wooden logs. She, however, glanced at the direction of the house and tried to peer into the house. After seeing nothing but dark interior, she clicked her tongue and walked away.

Revolutionary completely missed it as he was busy checking his phone. After his battery went below 10%, he closed it and turned to the curtain. He slightly drew it, enough to make a gap and again saw the empty streets.

It was starting to get weird.

''Maybe if I shake his shoulder he will understand my message...'' He murmured. He knew Mythical skinsuit had application where the user would know if someone was touching him. In his opinion, it should be enough.

He stood up and was about to skip to his bedroom. But then, a loud knock rang from the door. A shadow loomed behind the curtain, and it looked shady.

''Gulp...'' He gulped and sneaked closer to the door. He tried to move the curtains to see who was standing behind the door. But then... the door was broken by a kick.