Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 120 Resurrection
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The midday sun was like melted gold foil, flowing down the eaves of the solemn hall, spreading a shimmering river of light on the white marble slabs.

"Is it really okay for you to just look at me like this?"

A voice suddenly came from the hall.

Celia came back to her senses in a daze and looked towards the hall.

Several silver-armored knights surrounded the hall, holding silver blades that shone coldly, pointing them at the blond boy wearing a royal robe and a crown in front of the throne.

The person who asked her the question was this noble blond boy.

Celia stared blankly at the face that she would never forget even if it turned into ashes.

"If you help me get rid of these annoying guys, I can agree to what you asked last night."

The other party spoke again.

Everything feels so familiar.

Is this... the day when the Rah Kingdom was destroyed?

Celtia looked down at the heavy divine record in her hand.

Am I...still a saint?
Do not!
I must have violated the rules of the war between the Kingdom of God and was dismissed from the position of Saint. The Record of God cannot be in my hands!
After a brief moment of confusion, Celia's mind quickly became clear.

The scenes before her eyes were all things that had happened in her mind. She didn't think she had the ability to predict the future, nor did she think she had returned to the past.

"Ron!"

Celia shouted and walked quickly towards the hall.

"Lady Saint, what are you doing..."

Ron looked at Celia who was approaching him aggressively with confusion. He had just opened his mouth to say half a sentence when he was hit hard on the right cheek.

Ron was stunned.

This script is wrong.

You, a clergyman, actually repay kindness with enmity!
Ron opened his mouth and was about to say something when he was punched in the face again. Then he saw Celtia gathering a golden spear in her hand, intending to carry out humane destruction.

"Please wait a moment, Lady Saint, I'm here to discuss a deal with His Majesty Ron." Ron called out hastily.

Hearing the word Ron, Celtia suddenly withdrew the strength in her hand, and the golden spear finally hovered in front of his forehead.

"Who are you?" Celtia asked in a cold voice.

"The Fifth Demon Legion, Sabnir."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding space suddenly twisted and collapsed, the dazzling dome and columns disappeared like a mirage, and the surroundings became dark.

Ron's face gradually changed into a delicate and gorgeous one, with midnight black hair winding down to his waist, and purple eyes full of charm and captivating.

Obsidian horns gracefully curved backward from her smooth forehead, and her slender, smooth tail was unconsciously wrapped around her ankles. Her scales shone with a faint dark purple glow in the dim light.

A sweet yet dangerous aura permeated her entire body, like a blooming mandala mixed with sulfur embers. Even though one knew it was poisonous, one couldn't help but want to get close to her and sink into her.

Celtia frowned, feeling annoyed that her character had recently degenerated to the point where even a cadre-level demon could interfere with her dreams.

"Please forgive me, Saint Lady," Sabnir said, curtsying gracefully. "I wanted to create a beautiful dream as an apology, but you didn't seem to like it."

Her amber vertical pupils flashed with a cunning light, and spider-web-like magic patterns trembled gently at the corners of her eyes.

The air suddenly solidified, and the gilded spear pierced into Sabnir's forehead with a sharp sound that tore through space.

Dark purple mist rose from the wound, and the succubus's figure became as ethereal as a reflection in water. But the smile on her lips remained undimmed, and her fangs, stained with demonic blood, shone coldly in the darkness.

"Lady Saint, don't you want to hear the details of the deal?" she said with a chuckle.

Keltia initially intended to pierce Sabnir's head to break free from his control over her dreams. However, remembering his earlier statement about a deal involving Ron, she ultimately stopped. "I know you, Saintess, have always felt guilty about the death of His Majesty Ron. If... I now have a way to resurrect His Majesty Ron, would you be interested in making a deal with me?" Sabnir asked with a mysterious smile.

Upon hearing this, Keltiia's pupils narrowed slightly.

Resurrection...Ron?
"How is this possible?"

Soon, Celia frowned.

Resurrecting a person who has been dead for a long time and whose body is no longer left is impossible even with tenth-order super-level magic.

"As a high-ranking demon, I never make deals that I cannot do," Sabnir said arrogantly.

"How are you going to resurrect him?" Celtia asked after a moment of silence.

"In the holy land managed by the Glorious Church, there is a holy relic still buried underground. As long as you get that holy relic and hand it over to me, you can resurrect His Majesty Ron." Sabnir said.

"You want me to steal the holy relics of the Holy See?" Celtia's eyes turned cold.

"How can this be considered stealing? The Vatican didn't know about this relic, so it doesn't belong to the Vatican. You took it, so it's yours. You're just using your things to make a deal with me."

"You don't need to worry so much. The demons can't use the holy relics. I'm just taking them to make another deal with someone." Sabnir said with a smile.

Keltia had a blank expression on her face.

She had witnessed the cunning of the demons in the recent war in Orrantia.

They were just pretending to be something, but they had already set up many traps secretly.

"Where is the relic?" she asked.

"It's in the Twilight Ancient Capital in the Sanctuary." Sabnir replied.

After getting the answer, Celtia did not hesitate and pierced Sabnir's head with the spear in her hand.

She heard that Ron's resurrection was related to this holy relic. As long as she knew this, there was no need to make a deal with the demons.

Regarding Celtia's betrayal, Sabnir simply smiled indifferently. "I hope Her Majesty can seriously consider this matter. I will come again in a couple of days, and I hope Her Majesty can give me a satisfactory answer then."

After saying that, her figure disappeared.

Celia also woke up from her dream.

After sitting quietly for a while, she stood up and went to the library to look up books related to the ancient capital of Twilight.

……

Sabnir, who was far away in the Demon King's Castle, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Baal who opened the door and walked in.

"Sabniel, how is the task that Lady Lilith asked you to do going?" asked Bal.

"The bait has been thrown out, just waiting for the fish to take the bait." Sabnil stretched lazily.

"This matter concerns Lady Lilith's advancement to Demon King, so please be serious about it." Bal frowned.

"What qualifications do you have to criticize me? I lost so badly in Orrantia." Sabnir swung the tip of his heart-shaped tail, poking Bal's forehead, and covered his mouth with his hands while laughing.

"Shut up!"

Bal said angrily, "If it weren't for that brat from the Rah Kingdom causing trouble, I would have captured Orrantia long ago and helped Lady Lilith advance to the Demon King."

Sabnir said nothing, just kept laughing.

Bal's veins bulged: "By the way, do you really want to resurrect that kid?"

"Don't ask me, this is what Lady Lilith meant." Sabnir spread his hands.

(End of this chapter)