Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

The devil is a master of mind control; he can uncover all the treasures hidden within your heart.

Those things we cherish, hate, admire, and despise.

Hopeful, and dark.

What they like best is to drive people to mental breakdown by exploiting their inner desires, which is more in line with their aesthetic than direct murder.

Despite the demon's mockery, Inessa continued to chant, but the faint light emanating from her grew dimmer and dimmer.

Meanwhile, the surrounding blue aura kept shifting and enveloping the few remaining people.

"You actually knew, didn't you!" the demon chuckled.

"I don't know!" Inessa said coldly. "And I don't care!"

"Don't try to sway me with words!"

But above Inessa's head appeared a demon with a mournful face.

"Lies!" the devil laughed.

"No one can fool me!"

Inessa froze, her skin feeling as if it had been scratched by countless tiny thorns, and drops of blood appeared. In the blink of an eye, blood seeped from Inessa's entire body.

"Sister, do you enjoy the admiration of others?" the devil continued to ask.

"Actually, even though you seem cold on the surface, you still care a lot inside, don't you?"

"You actually yearn for a passionate, dramatic relationship, don't you?"

"No one knows, Manchester's most devout nun."

"Every night at midnight, I would hide under the covers and read banned books!"

"How rebellious!"

The demon did not rush to attack; it relished torturing such a pure young girl.

As a demon lord under the command of the fifth demon god Malbus, it is not like some demons who enjoy killing and fighting, nor is it like some demons who attempt to transform humans into disgusting beings like themselves, nor is it like some demons who are obsessed with depravity and lust and habitually corrupt people.

They relish breaking down the defenses of the human heart, unraveling complexities step by step. Every time they complete a scheme with intrigue and language, they feel as if they have solved a puzzle that has troubled them for many years.

If we force humans, it's like forcibly solving a problem with a formula, which doesn't align with their aesthetic sense at all.

This time, Inessa did not answer, but her face turned even uglier. The illusory thorns tightened their grip, constantly piercing her skin and making her look like a blood-soaked figure.

"Sister Inessa!" Joanna supported Inessa, even more anxious, but as a Crusader, facing the devil, all she could do was steadfastly uphold her faith, except to curse him.

But nuns are so noble and devout, would they really want to break the precepts and become obsessed with romantic love?

She couldn't help but think that way.

"Is this demon's power real or fake?" Hex suddenly said.

"It will ask you questions, and if you answer truthfully, it will be immune to attacks."

"If the answer is a lie, you will be tortured."

"If you don't answer, you'll suffer the same torment."

Inessa paused, then said, "I understand."

The taciturn nun did not ask Hex how he knew.

Hextech's scalp tingled. If he had to say which type of demon he hated dealing with the most among the seventy-two demons, it would definitely be the demons under the command of the second, third, and fifth demons, who were involved in conspiracies and prophecies.

A myriad of bizarre methods, endless conspiracies, and that gaping mouth that seems to want to rip its tongue out.

However, if Inessa were here, there would still be a way to deal with this demon!

Hextech knew the details of the demon before him; it was the kind of demon that loved to roam and enjoy pushing its limits, rather than solving problems with brute force.

Then there is still a chance.

Hex turned to her and said, "Sister Inessa, summon the Guardian Artifact!"

"Summon the Guardian Artifact that you can summon!" Hextech's eyes were full of meaning.

Inessa didn't speak. She didn't ask why Hex knew she could summon a Guardian Artifact, nor did she ask why Hex knew she could summon a Guardian Artifact that was exactly the counter to the demon before her.

She clasped her hands together and silently chanted, and a phantom image of a cross appeared on her forehead.

For the first time, the Bat Demon stopped chewing and looked at Hextech.

"Wow, what a peculiar soul."

"And there's a foul stench."

"How could that be?"

It was unable to control this person.

However, since we can't control it, let's just eat it.

After eating it, you'll know everything!

It suddenly tried to pounce down.

"demon!"

A thunderous roar caused the bat demon to freeze in place.

The middle-aged high priest, Grant, with bloodshot eyes, suddenly took a step forward, gripped the cross tightly with both hands, and roared towards the sky.

"Lord, grant me strength!"

"I am willing to sacrifice myself by holy command to cleanse the world of evil and save the lamb!"

"High Priest, no!" Inessa tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The high priest began to radiate a dazzling golden holy light, a sacrificial ritual performed by the clergy at the cost of their lives, burning their entire faith and soul.

boom!

Golden flames erupted from his body, instantly transforming him into a massive, sacred fireball. With a resolute aura, he soared into the air and crashed into Kalodos.

"A foolish sacrifice!" The demon tried to flap its wings to dodge.

Just then, Ada suddenly threw two fragmentation grenades, which detonated in mid-air.

Boom!

The stalactites on the cave ceiling were blasted apart, and huge rocks fell down, hitting Kalodos hard and stopping it for a moment.

Benev also picked up a grenade launcher and hit its wing with a single shot.

Although it couldn't fundamentally damage the creature, it completely blocked its escape route.

The golden fireball struck the bat demon head-on with pinpoint accuracy, and holy flames instantly enveloped its projected body.

The bat demon crashed heavily to the ground, chained to it by golden flames. However, the mocking sneer on its ugly face remained, and it seemed unconcerned about its current predicament.

The labyrinthine area trembled violently, yet the tremors did not dissipate.

"Do you think you can stop me like this?" the bat demon asked curiously.

"You cannot escape. No matter how tragic the sacrifice, it can only postpone your death."

"The high priest knows he can't stop you; he's just buying me time." A blinding golden holy light ignited around Inessa.

His hands formed complex hand seals, and the cross above his forehead became increasingly solid.

"Heh, summoning a blessed artifact, trying to suppress me with something like that?" The bat demon was even more curious. "Can you even do that?"

Get up!

With its shriek, the Crusaders and United Front reinforced soldiers on the ground, whose souls had been taken, staggered to their feet.

Their wounds were still bleeding, and their clothes were tattered.

His eyes, which had been devoid of life, now glowed with an eerie, ghostly blue light. He mechanically raised his weapon and aimed it at his former comrade.

"Sister, how much longer?" Hex asked.

"Three minutes." Beads of sweat were already forming on Inessa's forehead; she was clearly exhausted.

"It's controlling the corpse." Ada stepped forward, pulled back the bolt, and said gravely.

"Let's stop those crusaders over there together."

Benev looked puzzled, even horrified: "You're crazy."

"It only needs one look to kill us!"

"We should leave now!"

"It can't kill us now," Ada said coldly, "and we can't leave either."

Benev wanted to say something, but when he saw Joanna, the crusader, had drawn her dagger and was standing in front of him, he had no choice but to follow.

"Fine, fine, dying at the hands of a demon is a crazy decision!" he muttered, but then loaded the last grenade.

The three stood side by side in front, blocking the path of the corpse puppet.

"Sister Inessa, we will buy time," Ida said.

Inessa did not turn around, focusing on maintaining the summoning ritual, and the holy light grew brighter and brighter.

Ada chuckled, checked the magazine, and then turned to look at Hextech.

"Hex Horus, I hope your method really works."

Hextech looked at the dozens of puppets and the few people on his side. The team that originally had nearly fifty people on both sides was now reduced to just a handful. Most of them had become food for the demons or were controlled corpse puppets.

Even if it's just a projection, the power of a demon far surpasses that of ordinary beings, and is simply not something that humans can easily contend with.

In the game, these demons have health bars, and bullets, grenades, and holy artifacts can all cause damage. However, in reality, these attacks are almost useless, as demons are immune to conventional weapons.

"Sister Inessa, look at this."

Seeing that the other party did not seem to pose much of a threat to it, the demon began to attack its mind.

"Your predecessors, your comrades, even your enemies—"

"Everyone has placed their hopes on you."

"But can you really avoid letting them down?"

"Do you ever doubt yourself and whether their sacrifice was meaningful?"

Are you afraid that letting people die in vain would violate your doctrine?

"You should know that not every consecrated artifact is effective against demons."

"You need to find the right method, and you also need a bit of luck."

"But if we are symbols of destiny, will luck really be on your side?"

Inessa continued to chant softly with a blank expression.

But her body trembled slightly, clearly indicating that the demon's words had not been without effect on her.

"Carlodos, your mouth is still as chattering as ever," Hex said.

The bat demon stopped its taunts and instead looked at him with a strange gaze, as if it were the first time it had seen this man.

How did you know—

"My real name?"

Two images suddenly appeared on Hextech's forehead.

One is a demon with a mournful face, the other is a demon with a cunning, mocking smile.

The question of authenticity.