So I'm a sheep.

"It's possible...it's possible."

The bishop looked at the little girl as he spoke, and soon all the bishops present looked at Sasha.

"Uh"

The little girl looked embarrassed: "Ms. Bernice seems to have talked about this before. But, but I always lose focus in class."

"Um, I really can't remember, I'm sorry..."

It went in one ear and out the other; she had no recollection of it at all. Even the little girl's miraculous light couldn't help her.

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"..."

"Hahaha, the devil's cleverness backfired."

"Goddess, Goddess, please bless me."

"Lady Sasha, putting aside the location of the demon's misdirection, can you accurately pinpoint the location of the seven blood nails when the battle begins?"

"There should be six blood nails, right? This time, one of the blood nails was held by the demon himself."

"Yes, yes, there are six."

"Blood nails are no ordinary objects. Locating such items with extraordinary power shouldn't be a big problem."

"..."

"Ah, wait a minute."

Sasha rubbed her forehead: "If I can easily detect the location of the blood nail, then there's no point in the demon deliberately telling us the wrong location."

"Although I feel I can detect it, when that day actually comes..."

"I most likely won't be able to detect it."

"Is it the only way we can ask Miss Winnie for information?"

“Miss Winnie is already in a very dangerous situation, and I don’t think she could have gotten such crucial information.”

"..."

The bishops were all frowning. If they couldn't find the location where the blood nails were buried, all the analysis they had done in the middle of the night would have been for nothing.

Volume 1: Chapter 70 Go Back to Purgatory

"It's a pity, the demon never buries the blood nails in fixed locations."

Just as the atmosphere was heavy, a bishop sighed and said something.

"..."

"Even demons have habits, don't they?"

The little girl suddenly said thoughtfully, "Winnie once said that after the demon took over Simon's body, many of his habits became similar to Simon's."

"There is no fixed location for burying blood nails, but that doesn't mean there are no patterns."

Yes, yes!

"If the demon was indeed greatly influenced by Simon..."

"The information Miss Winnie left us includes the locations where the demons planted blood nails in the city during the last few massacres. Perhaps we can find a pattern in it?"

"In the eyes of the demons, our final battle with the Black Hand Brotherhood is also a blood sacrifice, essentially no different from the times we massacred cities!"

"Therefore, we can definitely refer to the locations where he buried blood nails during his several massacres."

"When it comes to familiarity with demons, none of us can compare to Miss Winnie. Shall we ask her to help analyze it?"

"inappropriate!"

These words were met with strong opposition from several bishops.

"Miss Winnie is very likely being monitored by the devil. How can we ask her for help now?"

“Even if the devil isn’t watching, I suggest we still don’t go looking for Miss Winnie.”

"Although we only met once, I think Miss Winnie is a straightforward person; she can't keep anything to herself."

"I second that. Let's not create any unnecessary complications at this point."

An emergency meeting finally ended just as dawn was breaking. The little girl was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, but she felt it was all worthwhile.

'None of these bishops are easy to deal with. No wonder Leonard only dared to give important positions to Zorn, the most 'mediocre' one among them.'

"Lady Sasha, the meeting is over. You should go back and rest early."

"It's okay, I can easily block out this drowsiness if I want to."

"Oh, I see..."

Seeing that the bishop who was trying to persuade her seemed hesitant to speak, the little girl smiled and said, "I understand, I'll go back and get some sleep."

"Yes, Lady Sasha, your health is the most important thing!"

"Everyone should also take care to rest, lest you bishops all collapse from exhaustion before the demons fall."

Sasha said sincerely, "Both I and the church need you."

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"Boss, the church army is here!"

"What's the panic? I'll summon the demon army right now. You lead the brothers and buy me some time."

"Yes!"

Simon watched the artifact wielder leave in a hurry, a half-smile on his face.

Instead of hastily setting up a summoning array as the artifact wielder had imagined, he leisurely sat back down in his chair.

"Winnie, pour me a glass of wine."

"obey"

With a hint of nervousness, Winnie poured the devil a glass of wine, and watching him drink it down in one gulp, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Speaking of which, Winnie, you've helped me a lot."

The demon chuckled and said, "Which region would you like as a reward in the future, or shall I simply bestow upon you the title of Queen?"

"...President, do you think you've already won?"

Winnie looked coldly at the demon: "Don't underestimate humans; there are angels too."

"Lord Angel?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"Pfft, hahahahaha."

"Do you know that the angel you speak of is about to be killed because of you!"

Winnie's expression changed drastically: "You, what did you say?"

"I'm telling you, the Dawn Church and that brat are about to be killed by your fake news."

"Wasting the last bit of time to dig up a blood nail that wasn't even buried in that location, tsk tsk, if that brat hadn't been so incredibly skilled, I really would have loved to see the expressions on those charlatans' faces."

"You, you lied to me!?"

"Poor little fellow, how could you believe the devil's words?"

Winnie bit her lip, surprisingly still retaining her composure.

"Oh? Still so confident?"

The demon glanced at the girl and said, "Come on, show me your cards. You can keep me company while I pass the time."

"You despicable demon, your wicked schemes will never succeed!"

Winnie took out the broken blood nail and slammed it to the ground: "Even if the angels and the church army were misled by you, as long as the blood nail on your body is destroyed, the Gates of Purgatory will still open..."

"Ah, you mean the blood nails on my body, these?"

The demon slowly loosened his clenched left fist, revealing a long, blood-red nail in his palm.

"Honestly, sneaking into my room while I was asleep and stealing the Blood Nail... Winnie, you're so reckless!"

The demon said somewhat displeasedly, "I think you might be underestimating me a little?"

"..."

Winnie retreated step by step: "If you knew I had problems all along, why did you entrust me with military power in the first place?"

"If I don't give you military power, how can you buy me time?"

The demon explained gently, “Taking over territory, rushing to the aid of riot zones, fighting wars... all of that takes time.”

"I didn't care about territory or the army; what I lacked most at that time was time."

"Thank you, Winnie. You bought me six precious months, which finally allowed me to cultivate enough degenerates."

"..."

Winnie didn't speak; she stared intently at the demon.

"What are you waiting for, you cute little guy?"

The demon couldn't help but laugh: "You think you can poison me with such a little bit of poison?"

Having lost all hope, Winnie collapsed to the ground.

'Hmm, that expression is truly captivating.'

'Sigh, actually, what I most want to see is that brat making that face...maybe there will be another chance in the future?'

The demon was envisioning the future when suddenly his expression changed drastically.

what happened?

Why has one of the blood nails lost its sensitivity?

Soon after, the second, third, and fourth blood nails were removed from their original positions.