So I'm a sheep.

"Gather them all together, then kill everyone else!"

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After the weapon wielder left, filled with murderous intent, Simon sat in his chair, lost in thought.

The claim that sacrificing eight cities can open the gates of purgatory is a lie.

Besides the eight cities, the demon needs a catalyst—the blood of two thousand fallen ones!

Well, the number of two thousand fallen ones is not a fixed number; the more the better, but two thousand is the minimum.

Simon had to put in a lot of effort just to gather these two thousand people.

What is a fallen person?

You don't become a degenerate just because you've killed someone or done evil deeds.

Simon himself led his army, slaughtering one city after another, destroying church villages one by one, and causing rivers of blood to flow in the riot zones.

The Black Hand Brotherhood veterans who had followed him from the beginning were already utterly wicked, but even those veterans could only be considered 'potential seeds' rather than true degenerates.

They were just one step away from completing the mission; their hands were not yet stained with the blood of their own people.

"There are over three thousand promising talents. I need to help them during their missions, otherwise, too many losses would be a problem."

'Hmph, the Church of Dawn's arrival is just in time. Let me borrow your blades and use them to sacrifice these fallen ones.'

'...'

It has to be said that the little girl left a deep shadow in the heart of the devil Simon last time.

Everything was under control, but the demon was still somewhat uneasy.

'Why did the church suddenly head straight for headquarters? Did she sense something?'

'She's an angel; she might have heard about the conditions for opening the gates of purgatory from her teacher.'

Simon became increasingly restless. He thought about it carefully again and realized that the only thing that might go wrong was the blood nails.

'To complete the final ritual, I must plant the blood nails before the battle.'

'What if that little angel had some means to detect the location of the blood nail...'

If she sends someone to dig out those blood nails, wouldn't her ritual fail?

"Does she know the true conditions for opening the Gates of Purgatory, or whether there is a way to find the blood nails buried in the ground on the battlefield?"

The demon stood up and paced back and forth in the hall.

"No, there's no use in overthinking now."

Don't scare yourself unnecessarily...

That's what I tell myself, but the devil won't be at ease if I don't do something.

"Hmm, let's send over some false information first."

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In the dimly lit dungeon, Winnie huddled in a corner, trembling.

Because of her poor performance in battle, she was thrown into the dungeon as soon as she returned to headquarters, without even seeing the demon's face.

Winnie is Simon's daughter, so the jailer didn't dare to make things too difficult for the young lady.

But even if the jailer doesn't make things difficult, the dungeon is still a terrible place to be in.

It's damp and cold; I feel like I'm going to get sick.

In this day and age, getting sick can be a matter of life and death.

Winnie is frail; if she falls ill in the dungeon, she'll likely die within a few days.

'Should we have pretended to be captured by the church back then?'

'No, there's still something I can do. I must hold on; I can still serve the goddess!'

Volume 1: Chapter 068 Brainstorming

The sound of a lock being opened rang out, and Winnie abruptly looked up.

"My daughter, you have suffered so much."

"President, what brings you here?"

“It should be the father,” the devil said with a sly smile.

"..."

Are you still blaming me?

"I dare not. I suffered a crushing defeat this time, and this is the punishment I deserve."

"Haha, it seems you still harbor some resentment."

The demon sighed: "Although I am the president of the Black Hand Brotherhood, there are some things I still have to do to look respectable."

"Otherwise, some people will be resentful."

"How long have I been detained?"

"A little over two weeks"

"Did you come here today just to chat with me?"

Of course not.

The demon opened the cell door: "Come out, Winnie, you've been released."

"So fast?"

Winnie asked curiously, "If I go out now, what about those who are dissatisfied?"

"There's no one left who can argue with that."

After saying something meaningful, the demon urged, "The church will be fighting us in a few days, and I don't trust anyone else."

"Winnie, come out quickly and come with me to the front of headquarters to make some arrangements."

Make some arrangements?

Winnie felt a chill run down her spine, and she obediently went outside.

"Daughter, don't be afraid, everything is going according to plan."

"What...what does this mean?"

"What I mean is, we're just one step away from opening the gates of purgatory."

"Hmph, while they're gloating over defeating my army, I'll..."

"Your plan has already failed!"

As soon as she said those words, Winnie had a bad feeling.

She quickly added, "What I mean is, I didn't expect your plan to actually work. I'm so happy."

"Hahaha, I know, I know."

The demon waved his hand: "You're just too excited. No need to explain."

"..."

"Guild Master, isn't it said that the Gates of Purgatory can only be opened by sacrificing blood in nine cities? Why...?"

"Who told you that you need to sacrifice blood to open the Gates of Purgatory?"

"Yes, you said so."

I was just kidding.

"..."

"Haha, look at that, look at that! The lies of the past have finally had a huge effect today."

"The church and that brat never dreamed I could turn the tables, did they?"

Despite it being such a wonderful thing, Winnie looked uneasy.

The expression on her face made her look incredibly suspicious, and the demon could only sneer inwardly.

There's no way such a clumsy spy could fool him.

"Although we have the victory in our grasp, we cannot be careless."

"After all, the church still has one last chance."

Winnie was startled, and she couldn't help but ask, "What last chance?"

"No rush, I'll tell you later."

Simon glanced at Winnie: "Come with me first and bury the blood nails."

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"Lady Sasha, something terrible has happened!"

In the middle of the night, Zorn hurriedly woke up the little girl.

"The devil has deceived everyone; his plan to open the gates of purgatory has not failed!"

The little girl jumped out of bed in fright: "What's going on? He summoned the demon army?"

"Not yet, but... but we're just one last step away!"

"Zorn, don't panic, speak slowly."

"..."

His Holiness the Pope barely managed to compose himself: "Lady Sasha, the idea that sacrificing nine cities is necessary to open the gates of purgatory is a false rumor spread by the demons."

"In fact, sacrificing blood in eight cities would be enough."

"Eight seats are enough... What's the last step he's missing?"

"The blood of two thousand fallen men."