Chapter 510 Ultimate Viewing Guide for the Dark Demon (10k)
“I never thought the Church of the Saints could come up with such a scheme to fool the world. If I didn’t know beforehand that the Demon King had already escaped, even you and I might have been fooled.”
Alvaraite put down her teacup and sighed.
Claire closed her eyes slightly, allowing her vision to rise into the sky, looking down from an extremely high vantage point.
In just a moment, she could clearly see all the tiny details within the ten-mile barrier.
A massive amount of information flooded into her brain in an instant, but under the assistance of the “Honeycomb Brain” magic card, it was quickly sorted into clear and distinct pieces of information, which were then digested and absorbed.
Claire opened her eyes slightly and smiled. “I must say, this is indeed a good method. It not only fools people into believing the Demon King has fled, but also provides a chance for a major cleanup. Although those remnants of the demon race may not be significant now, if they were given more time to develop…”
Alvaraite nodded. “The world’s development is too rapid, as if centuries of progress were compressed into a decade. Who could imagine such a scenario without experiencing it firsthand?”
“Crisis and opportunity always coexist,” Claire shook her head and sighed. “Believing something exists rather than not believing is crucial. Regardless of whether one believes the Church can thoroughly kill the Demon King, those demon remnants who view the Demon King’s survival as their last hope will rush forward like moths to a flame. Even if they are consumed by flames, they won’t stop.”
“But overall, the Church needs to genuinely deliver results,” Alvaraite said. “Otherwise, if they can’t fool anyone, they can only catch some small fry.”
Claire smiled. “But from what we can see now, they might do quite well.”
Alvaraite couldn’t help but smile as well. “Let’s hope so. If they truly lure the crocodile out of the swamp, things will be calmer afterwards.”
…
When the clock struck again, Archbishop Gail Norris stopped chanting and slowly stood up from the edge of the altar.
He had completed the adjustments for the ritual environment.
Next, he was to welcome the Pope!
On such a “historic” occasion, the Church naturally wouldn’t send just one archbishop to preside over the event.
From the moment they discovered the Demon King had escaped until today’s “Demon King Execution Ritual,” countless unseen disputes had taken place.
They hadn’t fully prepared themselves.
But with the designated time having arrived, they had no choice but to proceed.
Today’s “Demon King Execution Ritual” was a bet on the Church’s fortune for the next hundred years; it could only succeed, not fail!
Archbishop Norris turned around, facing the crowd surrounding the square.
After waiting just two minutes, several golden carriages appeared once more from the horizon.
Just like before, they were pulled by unicorns, with golden-armored saints guarding them.
As the carriages landed one after another, the greatest existence in the Church today—
Pope His Saintness Patercis emerged from the foremost carriage.
Despite being only in his early fifties, the Pope looked aged and frail.
However, when he lifted his head, his aura surged like a sword piercing the clouds, completely changing his demeanor and truly embodying the majesty of a pope.
His expression was stern, and he did not deliberately appear benevolent.
As Irina’s gaze shifted to the Pope, Dark saw him through the projection and his eyes were drawn to the staff in his hand.
“That… is the Divine Fire?”
The staff was over two meters long, resembling carved rotten wood, with branches extending from the top, gripping a green-flamed magic stone.
That was the “Divine Fire,” an ancient staff capable of converting anger into magical flames!
Dark had paid attention to the “Divine Fire” earlier, but he never expected to see it in the Pope’s hands.
But wasn’t the Pope’s staff supposed to be the Alhazred Staff, which amplifies all magic?
A hint of confusion appeared in Dark’s eyes.
The Alhazred Staff was considered a divine relic, a symbol of the Pope’s identity.
Whenever the Pope appeared in public, he always held the Alhazred Staff, with no exceptions.
“Could it have been damaged or lost?”
Dark pondered.
But when he lowered his head in thought, Irina’s gaze shifted to the other carriages.
Only ten people accompanied the Pope, including the Pope and the chief archbishop, making a total of twelve.
Most of them were elderly, but there were also two young people among them.
Those two young people were a man and a woman, but they were not the twin saint knights currently being promoted by the Church. They were a younger pair of a boy and a girl.
Dark had no knowledge of them, but Eve and Irina clearly knew very well.
Seeing Dark’s interest in the couple, Eve said, “These are the only two chosen as Saint Son and Saint Maiden from among thousands of candidates after the war ended.”
“Only two?” Aurora asked curiously. “Doesn’t the Church usually choose multiple Saint Sons and Maidens?”
Eve smiled. “Didn’t I mention it earlier? The current Pope was once the first Saint Son before becoming the Pope. If there is a first, there must be a second.
The Church has always had multiple Saint Sons and Maidens. Any qualified candidate for Saint Son or Saint Maiden has a chance to advance. Each Saint Son and bishop has the qualifications to compete for the position of Pope.”
“Is that how it works?”
Dark was somewhat surprised.
He asked curiously, “What about the past Saint Sons and Maidens?”
Eve replied, “They usually become elders. Of course, some may become bishops or high priests.”
“Ah, I see.” Dark nodded. “Then tell me about those two. I’m interested.”
Eve said, “Regarding their origins, the Saint Son, Evan Pearson, ascended from being a candidate. He is the third son of a minor noble from the western kingdom. His background is clear. But the Saint Maiden, Audrey, seems to have appeared out of nowhere, directly ascending to the role of Saint Maiden to fill the void in this generation.”
Dark nodded. “More details?”
Eve said, “The Saint Son’s name is Evan Pearson. Born in the west of the kingdom, his father is an unknown baron. He is around the same age as the young master, born on January 1st, and is thirteen years old. He attends the Secret Rite Academy of the Saints and just advanced to the second year. The Saint Maiden’s name is Audrey.”
Dark asked, “Her surname?”
Eve’s eyes showed a hint of oddity. “Jeanne. Audrey Jeanne. That’s the surname she publicly claims!”
Dark was surprised. “Jeanne, isn’t that the fixed name for the Battle Saintess? Could she be the daughter of the Battle Saintess?”
“We don’t know,” Eve shook her head. “But she is one year younger than Evan and is only entering the Secret Rite Academy this year.”
Dark pondered. “Being bestowed the title of official Saint Maiden before enrollment, she must possess extraordinary qualities.”
Eve said, “We think the same. However, the Church has done a good job keeping her confidential. Apart from the Pope and chief archbishop, no one seems to know her specifics.
The origins and extraordinary aspects.”
“After all, it’s the Church, always leaving some things unsaid, allowing people to imagine on their own.”
Dark Demon shook his head; his interest in the Saint Son and Saint Maiden only went that far.
Despite both being his peers, they had no intersection in living conditions or learning paths, making them two people who didn’t require attention.
As for any possible contact after growing up?
They could talk about it then!
Dark Demon Di Mont’s vision wasn’t that long-term.
Just keeping things under control right now was already quite difficult, okay?
He redirected his attention back to the projection on the square.
…
The person from the Church who got off the carriage did not head towards the altar but instead walked to one of the carriages in the middle.
This carriage appeared no different from others from the outside, but if one looked closely, dark aura occasionally seeped out from its gaps.
Pope His Saint Patricus stopped beside the two unicorns and slightly raised “Divine Fire,” pointing at the carriage.
Following closely behind were the two archbishops, who stepped out in succession. Both took out their wands and chanted spells towards the carriage.
Moments later, the solidified spell transformed into two chains, directly piercing through the door and into the carriage.
Then, the mechanism sound rang out, and a sacred magic circle appeared on top of the carriage. Its four walls bloomed outward like petals, revealing the interior of the carriage.
In an instant, exclamations erupted among the crowd outside St. Louis Square.
Emotions fluctuated due to the barrier, fully expressing their surprise and panic.
Even in the Duke’s mansion’s living room, Dark sensed that chaos.
His eyes were serious as he tightly stared at the carriage.
Sacred light chains crossed and bound, restraining the tall figure sitting cross-legged inside. His dark skin emitted a luster unlike that of a corpse, and messy black hair fell down, covering his dirty face.
Two demon horns protruded from the sides of his head, resembling ram horns, while the black wings behind him were standard bat wings.
Though he had never seen the Demon King’s true appearance,
anyone seeing this scene would instinctively think it was the Demon King.
—This corpse emanated such an aura!
“Is this the Demon King?”
Dark completely reined in his frivolous emotions, his expression now solemn.
Although he wasn’t the main driver of events, his role in this was crucial.
Before the future was written, he couldn’t be sure if his actions were correct.
Everything was undecided.
Everything was possible.
Just like this corpse, before anyone confirmed its death, it could be alive or dead.
The two archbishops raised their wands, creating more light chains to further bind the Demon King’s corpse and then levitating it.
“Take it.”
The pope’s voice was calm yet forceful.
The two archbishops carried the Demon King’s corpse toward the altar.
The pope held “Divine Fire” and walked ahead.
Moments later, everyone reached the altar.
The two archbishops waved their wands, moving the Demon King’s corpse to the center of the altar.
Archbishop Norris nodded at the approaching pope. The two top leaders of the Church acted swiftly after a brief exchange of glances.
For this “Demon King Execution Ritual,” they didn’t want to put on too much of a show.
Even the scholar Abel Yeghis used initially to confuse the public wasn’t brought along.
They just wanted to execute their plan step by step and let those who enjoy analyzing interpret it themselves.
Eight other archbishops, excluding Saint Son Evan Pearson and Saint Maiden Audrey Jeanne, followed instructions to stand at the eight corners of the altar and activated their magic cards simultaneously.
The holy light from the magic cards shot straight toward the eight jewels on the altar corners, instantly bursting into blinding white light, quickly condensing into straight upward beams.
Eight beams soared into the sky, exuding a majestic aura.
Archbishop Norris pointed, and the light chains binding the Demon King’s corpse suddenly spread open. The tips of the eight chains shot toward the eight beams, entwining around them like dragons.
As the chains tightened, the Demon King’s corpse gradually floated upward.
The archbishop also drew a magic card, activated it, and shone it on the corpse, instantly forming two arrays above and below it.
The pope himself held “Divine Fire” and stood at the front, displaying the Church’s authority to the onlookers.
The Saint Son and Saint Maiden stood like golden boys and jade maidens, respectively, behind him.
Saint Son Evan Pearson had thick brown curly hair, handsome features, a slender build, and a stern face—but one could tell he was somewhat nervous.
After all, it was his first time attending such a grand event, and Evan not wetting his pants on the spot was already quite commendable.
But Saint Maiden Audrey Jeanne showed no signs of nervousness.
Audrey had golden hair like the sun, pale skin bordering on sickly, and her facial contours lacked any childishness. Her eyes sparkled like rubies.
Blonde hair with red eyes was uncommon.
Audrey seemed like a beautiful doll, expressionless, unable to read her emotions, seemingly indifferent to what was happening around her.
As people were unwittingly drawn to this trio, a massive magic circle lit up on the altar, and a large silver cross slowly rose.
The aura emanating from the cross instantly captured everyone’s attention.
Just looking at it made one feel cleansed all over.
When people came to their senses, the Demon King’s corpse was already bound to the cross!
Its arms were stretched wide, feet together seamlessly, its hideous head lowered, letting the black hair fall naturally.
Sacred white light illuminated it, black smoke constantly rising.
Above, the blazing sun emitted intense light.
Under the scorching sun, the temperature of the square continued to rise.
…
With less than half an hour until noon, everything was ready.
Archbishop Norris walked to the side of the pope and stood slightly behind him, whispering.
The pope gazed ahead, lips moving slightly: “How many more?”
The archbishop whispered: “Two.”
Pope: “Then wait a bit longer.”
After saying that, he stood there like a statue.
…
The Demon King’s corpse bound to the silver cross gradually rose, drawing countless gazes.
People recalling the cruelty of war gradually lost control. Curses rained down, and some even cried out in sorrow.
But among them, some eyes revealed anxiety.
The Church’s defense was too
It was tightly sealed.
The Bronze Armored Holy Knights, Silver Armored Holy Knights, and Gold Armored Holy Knights formed three layers of an unbreakable defense line.
At the innermost layer, the most powerful Pope of the Holy Church personally guarded.
Those remaining demon remnants who wished to seize opportunities felt their limbs turn cold, finding themselves completely helpless with no way to act.
Even if they were to rush in like moths to a flame, there had to be a path for the moths to approach the fire.
…
Suddenly, the outermost Bronze Armored Holy Knight seemed to have received an order and began contracting their formation.
They started retreating from the edges of St. Louis Square towards the center, instantly clearing half of the square in an instant.
The emotionally失控的人们followed the cleared path, rushing forward and instantly occupying all the empty positions.
They looked up at the bound Demon King on the silver cross from a closer distance, their faces gradually becoming ferocious, hating him so much that they wished to tear his flesh, drink his blood, and crush his bones to ashes!
On the altar.
The Pope swept his gaze over the crowd, his expression becoming increasingly stern and cold.
With only fifteen minutes left until noon.
He suddenly stomped his staff, raised it high, and green flames instantly rose from the top of the staff!
People inside and outside the square instinctively looked at the flames. Their already uncontrollable emotions completely erupted, and deep-seated hatred and rage towards the demons and the Demon King surged instantly.
In the Pope’s vision, green flames emerged above everyone’s heads, burning fiercely like torches.
Even Dak, who was separated by a screen, could not help but be affected.
He quickly turned away, using the “Technique of the Shadow God” to instantly focus his mind on a single point, completely emptying his thoughts.
The “Wrath +1” indicator finally stopped.
“Are you okay?” Aurora and Pandora asked with concern.
Dak slowly shook his head with his head lowered, “I’m fine, just a bit impulsive after being stimulated by the ‘Divine Fire.’ I wonder what the Pope intends to do by using his magic wand to ignite people’s anger?”
Pandora, seeing he was indeed fine, frowned and said, “Surely he doesn’t intend to burn the Demon King’s soul to ashes with the Flame of the Heart? If the Demon King’s soul were that easy to burn, this wouldn’t have dragged on.”
Hephaestus slowly said, “In fact, once the Demon King’s soul is damaged to a certain extent, it triggers a passive reincarnation mechanism. If destroyed instantly, its soul will regenerate in some corner of the world.
Moreover, unlike a lich, whose life essence can be traced, even the best diviners cannot catch a glimpse of that trace.”
Pandora asked in confusion, “Then what does the Holy Church intend to do?”
As a pure-blooded White Dragon, Hephaestus had keen eyesight.
After observing the entire ritual setup, she had her own deduction: “If my guess is correct, they should be aiming to summon the ‘Underworld Gate’ and banish the Demon King’s soul consciousness to the underworld.”
“Banished to the underworld? That sounds feasible,” Pandora’s eyes flickered as she turned to look at Dak, “What do you think?”
Dak’s expression had returned to normal.
He glanced at the soaring “Wrath” and helplessly said, “I’m not familiar with the underworld, but it’s said that any life entering it beyond the underworld will gradually have their spiritual awareness erased. Unless they cross the Wall of Sighs, they cannot escape the laws of the underworld.”
Pandora asked in confusion, “So it’s feasible?”
“No,” Dak shook his head, “Just like you said, if it were that simple, this wouldn’t have taken so long. I lean more towards the idea that once the soul consciousness is banished, some hidden mechanisms will be triggered.
The underworld severs the connection between the soul consciousness and the real world, treating it as dead, and a new soul will then regenerate in some corner of the world.”
Pandora exclaimed in surprise, “Then wouldn’t the Holy Church’s actions be futile?”
“Who knows,” Dak said lightly, “Just watch the show.”
He confirmed that the emotions were no longer fluctuating and turned back to the projection.
…
In that instant, an anomaly suddenly erupted among the crowds both inside and outside the square.
It wasn’t because the demon remnants could no longer hold back and made a move, but rather the Holy Church members who had been hiding among the crowd finally acted after precisely locking onto their targets!
Irina’s gaze instantly shifted with the sudden anomaly.
She saw huge halos blooming simultaneously among the crowd.
These halos had no lethal effect; they were used merely for clearing the area.
People around them were instantly pushed aside.
The demon remnants disguised as humans were thoroughly exposed.
Being in this special place, the demon remnants maintained high alertness and reacted immediately upon detecting the anomaly.
But almost simultaneously, the “Silence Spell” cast disrupted their chanting instantly.
Although silent casting was not particularly difficult, the time required to change casting methods was enough to put them in a predicament.
Holy attribute magi golems appeared consecutively in the summoning circle.
The demon remnants were immediately subdued by the magi golems in an instant.
Even those who resisted fiercely, the Holy Church members had already dispatched corresponding personnel to lock onto their locations, ensuring overwhelming pressure against any demon remnants!
The entire process was clean and ruthless.
These demon remnants hadn’t even stirred up waves before they were subdued by the Holy Church.
The remaining hidden demon remnants, after witnessing this scene, forcibly calmed down and broke free from the “moth to the flame” trend.
They quickly disguised themselves as panicked ordinary people, no longer daring to reveal any traces.
The Pope on the altar looked down at the bustling crowd and finally spoke, “Bring them up.”
The Holy Church members heard the command and immediately brought the subdued demon remnants up to the altar.
The Pope slowly said, “The embers of the demonic flames have been cleared. The execution ceremony is about to begin. The era of the demons will end here—humanity forever!”
He suddenly raised the “Divine Fire,” and the green flames floating above countless heads were instantly gathered, condensing into a larger and larger fireball at the tip of the “Divine Fire.”
The fireball rose high, seemingly competing with the sun.
The entire square was illuminated by green light.
And the demon remnants were brought up and forced to kneel, bending their knees under the bound Demon King on the silver cross.
The less resolute Saint Son couldn’t help but glance at them.
Ninety-nine demon remnants circled the altar in concentric rings.
Their presence completed the final piece of the ritual puzzle.
The entire ten-mile radius underwent a drastic change due to the completion of the ritual.
The light wall standing at the edge of ten miles instantly solidified, turning into an impenetrable physical wall.
People’s emotions became even more easily manipulated.
The Pope still held his staff aloft, speaking loudly.
His voice drifted through the sky, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.
People gradually forgot their fear and sorrow, their eyes filled with adoration for the “Saint.”
The Pope immersed himself in the shouts of the crowd. When the exact hour of noon arrived, he softly commanded, “Time is up, ignite!”
In that instant, the magic circle under the Demon King’s feet burst forth with extremely intense light.
The sunlight within ten miles suddenly converged, condensing into an incredibly small area around the altar.
The barrier instantly turned pitch black, as if the altar had become the sole stage, with the sunlight converging into a beam that shone down from above the Demon King’s head.
And beneath the Demon King’s feet, flames erupted with incredible intensity.
The flames surrounded the Demon King bound to the cross.
Crowds surrounding the altar, shouting frantically, were enveloped by this scene.
This was exactly like the initial — Witch Hunt!
…
“Compared to humans, the Demons are relatively latecomers.”
The Pope’s calm voice contrasted sharply with the fervor on site.
“Humans’ civilization existed thousands of years ago. Back then, there were no Demons. Whether they were the ferocious bloodthirsty Demons or the pretentiously elegant Vampires, they were all gnawing on tree bark somewhere unknown.
Until the first Witch — the sinner who danced with Demons appeared. She stole human civilization, making Demons smell the scent of flesh and causing Vampires to be born from corpses. Evil spread across scorched earth. She was the root of all evil, the beginning of countless sins. But she was eventually burned by us!”
The green flames of “Divine Fire” turned red.
The Pope gently shook his wand, and a huge fireball shot into the sky, instantly filling the air with a fiery cloud, surrounding the altar and obscuring the square.
“Now, we have defeated the Demons, burying evil once again in scorched earth, but it is not over. As long as the Demon King exists, the Demons will never truly die.
Our followers cannot sleep every day, desperately thinking about how to thoroughly kill the immortal Demon King.
After ten years of effort, finally, scholar Abel Yecsis created a method to truly kill him!”
“In the past, the first Witch was burned by us.”
“Today, the last Demon King will also be burned by us!”
The Pope took a sudden step forward, exuding a sacred and grand aura, making him appear as great as a giant.
The crowd, guided by his words, shouted fiercely in that moment.
“Burn him!”
…
The angry roar turned into a wrathful wave.
The remaining Demon remnants hiding within were weak and cowardly.
Those wicked Sects did not dare to speak up either.
The ninety-nine Demon remnants on the altar let out fierce roars, but to no avail.
The priests’ prayers grew louder.
The flames beneath the Demon King seemed to be influenced by the multitude of beliefs, surging up to over ten meters, completely enveloping the body.
People’s emotions became more excited.
The Pope slightly raised his head, looking up at the sky.
Under the burning flames of the ritual, scorch marks appeared on the Demon King’s body.
His skin ignited, bones began to heat up.
His hair caught fire.
After burning for a quarter of an hour, his body was covered in flames. A human-shaped black mist suddenly shot out from his head.
The appearance of this human-shaped black mist made the people below even more frenzied.
The ninety-nine Demon remnants on the altar struggled violently.
The other Demons hidden among the crowd and the evil Sects centered on Demon faith could no longer hold back.
But Archbishop Gail Norris suddenly drew a Magic Card from his left sleeve, and holy light burst from the card, instantly transforming into burning light chains that tightly bound the human-shaped black mist.
“Ahhh—”
The black mist emitted a terrifying scream, struggling intensely.
“Burn him!”
The shouts of the people became even more frenzied.
Flames engulfed it, setting it ablaze.
The black mist, bathed in the sun’s beam, had nowhere to hide.
It writhed, twisted, and roared.
But the ritual flames burned ever fiercer.
…
Dark sat in the living room, watching the projection on the wall, feeling an overwhelming sense of terror.
For a moment, it was hard to distinguish whether the burning corpse or the people conducting the ritual and shouting “Burn him” was the true evil.
Even someone observing calmly centuries ago during the “Witch Hunt” might feel the same.
The conflict between Demons and humans has a history stretching far back. The true history has been buried by the dust of time.
No one knows the truth.
Victors write their own epics.
Defeated record their own sophistry.
Standing in today’s perspective, one can only view it through a narrow angle.
“What exactly is the black mist that emerged from the Demon King’s body?”
Lacking the benefit of being present, Dark could not rely on his senses to discern and had to ask.
“It is the soul,” Professor Shylph answered unexpectedly.
“I originally thought…”
Dark hesitated.
Professor Shylph said solemnly, “At first, I also thought it wasn’t the Demon King’s soul, but…”
“It is indeed the Demon King’s soul,” Little Lily decisively stated, “I have seen it.”
Why is the Demon King’s soul still in his body?
Upon confirmation, Dark was momentarily stunned.
He immediately thought of words like “forgery” and “splitting,” but he couldn’t be sure.
But at this moment, Professor Kazel said gravely, “The Holy Church is performing reverse alchemy!”
As the last remaining master alchemist and professor of Mana Theory, no one present knew more about Magic Cards than him.
His words carried great weight.
Dark instantly understood, and his face showed shock.
Before this, he could never have imagined that the Holy Church would think of reversing the alchemy to extract the Demon King’s soul from his body!
“Is it through the ‘Great Prophecy’?”
“But even the ‘Great Prophecy’ cannot create something out of nothing.”
“Is it because the Demon King’s soul is actually reincarnated and not truly dead?”
“But what is the purpose of doing so? To create two Demon Kings?”
“Or is it to kill it after extracting it?”
“Does the new Demon King soul lack the ability to reincarnate?”
Countless thoughts flashed through Dark’s mind.
Considering the current situation, assuming the Pope and Archbishop are mentally healthy humans.
Only the conclusion that the new Demon King soul lacks the ability to reincarnate can explain the operation of extracting and then killing it.
But ultimately, what kind of person could come up with such an NT operation??
…
In his shock, Dark also felt a hint of admiration.
The person who could come up with such an NT operation must be a talent.
Even if the reversed-alchemy Demon King soul has defects or is just a superficial cover-up.
As long as it is truly the Demon King’s soul, it will certainly not be exposed!
After all, the defects of the Demon King’s soul can be explained by the unimaginable torture it endured.
And this ritual, mimicking the “Witch Hunt,” gives the impression on the surface that it creates a “rule.”
The Demon King’s soul is bound by this “rule” and cannot escape.
Less surface.
In reality, only the internal members of the Church of the Saints truly understand the “immortality” of the Demon King. Even the remnants of the Demon Clan might not know as much about it as the Church does.
They actually cannot be sure if the Demon King can die or not.
Under these circumstances, if the Demon King were to be killed in public, they would have no choice but to believe.
Afterwards, even if someone else appeared under the Demon King’s name, there would no longer be that sense of intimidation.
Perhaps it would already have nothing to do with the Church.
Dark calmed himself down and continued watching.
…
The soul of the Demon King was bound by the chains of light and burned by sacred fire, and was constrained by the rules of the ritual.
But this was not enough.
As Hephaestus had anticipated, the Church began to summon the Underworld Gate after that!
Although the time today was suitable, the best time for summoning the Underworld Gate should have been at dusk.
However, the Church did not really want to summon the Underworld Gate; the dangers involved were too great.
Therefore, they merely wanted to summon a door frame and use the midday sunlight to suppress any strange phenomena from seeping out.
The world of the living and the dead are separated by a wall.
After the twilight of the gods, before true death, the living could never understand the world of the dead.
Even with the Church’s profound knowledge, they still knew little about the Underworld.
They only touched on some traces of the Underworld through the remaining scriptures.
Nevertheless, this was enough to make them develop a strict sense of vigilance.
Yet, human curiosity knows no bounds.
Today’s actions, while borrowing the name of the Underworld, also had the intention of touching the Underworld.
Archbishop Gail Norris had already turned to face the altar and personally conducted the ceremony.
With the assistance of the other eight bishops, he successfully contacted the Underworld at twelve forty-three minutes!
Then he swiftly drew five mana cards, activating each one in sequence.
Every six seconds, a beam of light shot straight up into the sky.
Four beams formed four fixed points.
The last beam struck the center directly.
A gate made of light appeared in the air.
“The Underworld Gate, open!”
Without declaration or explanation, only action.
When that ethereal gate slowly opened in the sky,
the demon clan remnants who had been restless revealed fear.
The demons’ understanding of the Underworld was slightly stronger than humans’, thus they were more reverent.
But the appearance of the Underworld Gate also created an unprecedented sense of urgency among them.
It was as if everything would end if they didn’t act soon.
“No more waiting!”
A frail old woman suddenly changed her expression.
Her skin cracked inch by inch, and her fake flesh exploded instantly.
A small, emaciated old demon rushed out of the crowd, and a square black light glowed from his chest.
The black light enveloped his entire body, condensing into a dark armored form covered with scales.
The old demon successfully completed “Armed Transformation,” his whole body burning with intense mana flames. Amidst the cries of those around him, he soared towards the altar!
On the other side…
A massive summoning circle suddenly appeared.
The Minotaur, towering over ten meters, burst out from the summoning circle, its raging aura instantly blowing away the surrounding humans.
Amidst the panicked screams, this at least third-tier magic golem swung its giant axe and charged towards the altar with legs like thick pillars!
In the sky above…
Another summoning circle appeared.
The demon clan remnants, who had prepared the sacrificial offerings in advance, simultaneously performed the summoning ritual.
Magic golems emitting powerful auras surged out from the summoning circles, roaring and screaming as they launched a terrifying assault on the altar.
…
The frenzied atmosphere vanished instantly, and panic spread rapidly.
But the Pope on the altar remained motionless.
He squinted and looked down.
The Holy Knights of the Church, who had been poised to attack, immediately raised their spears and charged towards the magic golems.
On St. Louis Square, during the Demon King’s execution ritual, a direct confrontation between the demon clan remnants and the Holy Knights finally unfolded.
The situation did not unfold as most people imagined.
The strength of the demon clan remnants was unexpectedly formidable.
The elder demon who had undergone “Armed Transformation” was clearly a powerhouse among powerhouses.
His already formidable body, which could rival eight or nine-star magic golems, received a significant boost after “Armed Transformation,” granting him the terrifying brute strength to tear apart dragons with his bare hands.
After leaping from the ground, he surged forward like a rolling ball of demonic flames, instantly breaking through the defenses of the bronze and silver armored holy knights and reaching the Pope’s front.
“Ah!”
A golden armored holy knight suddenly jumped up, blocking the elder demon.
“Get out of here!”
The elder demon roared, and a torrent of demonic flames burst forth from within him, engulfing him.
But a square light illuminated the chest of the golden armored holy knight, and a mana card activated.
From the body of the golden armored holy knight, a spherical shield erupted, dispersing the demonic flames instantly.
But in that brief moment, the elder demon had already reached the Pope’s front.
The Pope tilted his “Divine Fire,” mana surging.
Just as they were about to clash, a thunderous sound echoed from the side.
Several third-tier magic golems transformed into beams of light and shot into the sky, a colossal summoning circle appearing overhead.
Beneath the rolling clouds of fire, a giant foot, burning with demonic flames, stepped out.
The priests exchanged glances and immediately released a large-scale aura, pushing all the humans back.
Then, the archbishop sneered and turned to summon.
The prayers from beneath the altar changed in tune, and a majestic divine hymn echoed in the air.
Pure white feathers fell from the sky, filling the air with a sacred aura.
An enormous summoning circle appeared above the archbishop’s head, and a divine light with a hint of divinity gushed out.
Above the summoning circle, a snow-white ring materialized — the Angel Ring!
“Is he going to summon an angel?”
Dark watched with tension and excitement.
Having already seen the Celestial Beast, he was very eager to see what kind of angel the chief archbishop would summon!
Would it be a pure and beautiful female form?
Or a beastly form as recorded in some mysterious texts?
But what emerged from the summoning circle after the Angel Ring was neither human nor beast, but a mechanical creation!
A steel-type mechanical creature.
A light-type angelic creature.
A hybrid being appeared before everyone’s eyes!
Eleven-star magic golem — “God-created Angel”!
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