This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

Neos didn't answer, but silently observed his surroundings. He knew Lucifer was right, and his power was indeed weakening, but he would never give in to evil. He had to find his own way out, not rely on these cunning demons.

Making a deal with the devil is a gamble, and the best way to avoid the casino's endless scams is to stay out of the casino.

At this moment, a familiar wave came from afar.

"Oh? What do I see? My two old friends!"

That was the observer's breath, it seemed it had been following him!

He had never learned any psychic spells, which was a huge disadvantage when fighting against experienced demons from the Warp.

He realized that the situation had become more dangerous. Not only did he have to face the temptation of Lucifer, but he also had to guard against sneak attacks from the Observer.

Deep in the subspace, three powerful beings now formed a strange triangular confrontation.

Neos stood in the center, greatsword in hand, vigilantly observing his surroundings. Lucifer coiled on one side, his massive dragon form emitting a constant whiff of sulfur. The Observer flitted around on the other side, flapping its eye-studded wings, its form sometimes solid and sometimes ethereal.

"You traitor," the Observer suddenly spoke, his voice filled with contempt, "wasn't it enough that you were expelled from Heaven? Now you want to covet the position of Lord of Hell?"

A flash of anger flashed in Lucifer's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "At least I dare to resist, unlike some cowards who hide in the depths of the Warp and only covet the power of others. Tell me, Weapon of the Tyrant, what do you intend to do with the golden blood of the damned? Do you intend to emulate me?"

Your ambition is obvious, but you don't even have the courage to realize it!"

The observer's form suddenly trembled violently, clearly having been struck by Lucifer. "Shut up! You're the weakest fallen angel, even worse than the lowest demon in Hell. All you can do is talk!"

"Anxious?"

Poisonous fire gushed out of Lucifer's mouth and headed straight for the observer, but was blocked by the psychic barrier summoned by the other party with a flap of his wings, and turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated.

"I'm just anxious!" the observer cursed:

"That tyrant is crazy! Can you guess why your hell has seven candidates—you, Arrogant, Mammon representing greed, Asmodeus representing lust, Satan representing anger, Beelzebub representing gluttony, Leviathan representing jealousy, and Bellphegrime representing laziness, while the seven corresponding candidates here are all gone?"

The air between the two Warp creatures grew heavy.

"Which seven? Tell me about them?" asked Neos.

"Michael represents light and justice; Gabriel represents resurrection, truth and revelation; Raphael represents joy and love; Raguel represents good deeds and education; Sariel represents the protection of souls; Remuel represents loyalty and mercy; and Gerin represents judgment."

Lucifer added, "Now those seven have been eaten by the tyrant—so don't believe the tyrant's words, at least we won't eat you."

"When did you become the epitome of lies?" "Haha, aren't you also lying to cover up your ambitions?"

"Lying? Humph, I'm only carrying out God's will and gathering strength to fight against Chaos! You, a rebellious reptile, are the real betrayer. Even your colleagues in Hell look down on you!" The Observer's voice suddenly became hysterical, and the psychic energy fluctuations swept like a gale. Purple light exploded around it, making its blurry face distorted and hideous.

Lucifer was not to be outdone. The dragon's body shook violently, and the collision of its scales made a harsh metallic sound. It roared:

"You look down on me? You hypocritical lackey, you don't even have the slightest freedom, yet you dare to laugh at me? I at least have the right to rule the first circle of Hell, while you are just an ant under the feet of a tyrant, unable to control even your own destiny!"

Scarlet flames spewed out of its eyes, and the poisonous fire spread over a larger area, almost igniting the entire void, and the smell of sulfur was so strong that it was suffocating.

Although they didn't engage in direct combat, the two demons' psychic powers had already begun to wrestle with each other. Neos could feel the space around him constantly distorting, the observer's psychic barrier trembling slightly, and Lucifer's poisonous fire left charred streaks in the void, each side testing the other's limits.

Neos secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but remained calm on the surface.

He was secretly calculating. The quarrel between the two demons exposed their weaknesses: the Observer feared that God would discover his ambitions, while Lucifer hated his precarious position in Hell. He had to exploit this and find a way to escape.

"Alright!" Neos took a deep breath, suppressing the fatigue and pain in his body. He slammed his sword against the ground, making a deep metallic sound. He said:

"I have no desire to become embroiled in your quarrel, my lords. My goal is to return to the mortal realm and resurrect my Warmaster. Since you both have requests of me, please state your terms, and I will weigh them."

The observer sneered, "What qualifications do you have to negotiate with us?"

Neos turned to the observer, a cold glint in his eyes. "You can indeed trap me, but don't forget that I can tell him about your plan to rebel against God. I believe God will be very interested."

"How are you going to tell me? You don't even know the most basic psychic spells. Are you going to rely on your prayers?"

"Do you think Lucifer will help me?"

"I—you—"

The observer's form froze instantly. It was silent for a moment before reluctantly saying, "Okay, I can tell you a secret—your power comes from human faith.

As long as you gather enough faith to become a god, break through the boundaries of the world and ascend to the warp, you can resurrect your paladin and make him your saint. "

Neos frowned and shook his head. "I'm not a god, nor do I want to be one. Faith has become a shackle on human science and rational thinking. I can't repeat the same mistakes."

His tone left no room for doubt, and his eyes swept coldly towards the observer.

He turned to Lucifer: "What about you? What can you offer?"

Lucifer chuckled, a cunning glint in his eyes.

"My dear Neos, I know of another demon, Mammon—he has a method for creating apostles. Due to an agreement with Heaven, Hell cannot directly send demons to the human world, so it creates apostles from soul fragments and sends them to fight in the human world.

If you help me ascend to the throne of Hell, I will provide you with this method!"

Its tail swayed gently, and its tone was filled with a hint of pride. Before it could even begin to rejoice, the observers immediately began to sabotage it:

"Neos, won't He tell you that the creation of soul fragments requires humans to endure extreme pain, pain that can even tear the soul apart? Are you willing to torture your people like this?"

This went against Neos's philosophy. He shook his head slowly:

"I will not buy power at the cost of human suffering."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came into Neos' eyes. He waved his hand and constructed a giant scale in mid-air, with himself standing at the fulcrum.

"In that case, how about we play a game? You each place your chips on the trays on either side—knowledge, spells, strength, weapons, anything you deem valuable. Whoever's chips are more valuable, I will accept their terms."

The two demons exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with resentment and vigilance. The Observer snorted coldly, "Do you think you can control the situation this way? Cursed One, you are too naive."

There was obvious sarcasm in its voice, and every eye on its wings narrowed, obviously extremely dissatisfied with Neos's proposal.

Lucifer growled, his tail lashing out, unleashing a storm of psychic energy. "You're playing with fire, Cursed One! Why should I be at your mercy?"

Its eyes were full of anger and its scales trembled slightly, revealing its inner resentment.

Neos remained unmoved, his voice as cold as ice: "To ensure fairness, you must check each other's chips. If anyone cheats or sets a trap in the chips, I will accept the other party's conditions." His eyes wandered between the two demons with unquestionable majesty.

Although he was very weak, he still stood straight, refusing to show any cowardice, and he finally stood on the tightrope of the game.

Lucifer and the Observer fell silent, the atmosphere becoming intensely oppressive. The Observer's wings twitched slightly, as if suppressing his anger. Lucifer's enormous tail slowly lowered, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. They were clearly unwilling to accept this arrangement, but Neos's threat and the delicate nature of the situation left them with no choice.

Finally, Lucifer growled and nodded. "Okay, I agree." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of gnashing teeth.

Dozens of observers blinked. "I agree. But Neos, you'd better not play tricks."

Its tone was full of vigilance, and its psychic energy was trembling slightly, clearly showing dissatisfaction with this game.

Lucifer took the lead, opening his enormous maw and spewing out a ball of gray psychic energy. The ball contained countless runes and knowledge, emanating a deep, sinister aura—the secrets of creating an Apostle and the essence of psychic magic. The psychic energy ball slowly landed on the tray to the left of the scales, which sank slightly, emitting a low hum.

The Observer flapped his wings, and a stream of purple psychic energy surged to the right side of the scale, transforming into a thick tome. Ancient characters were engraved on the cover, emitting a faint glow. They contained psychic spells that returned to reality and a method for efficiently gathering faith and listening to the prayers of believers.

The tray then sinks, maintaining a delicate balance with the left side.

Neos stood in the center, seemingly calm and composed, his greatsword resting on the ground, his gaze stern as he stared at the two demons. However, his palms were already sweating, his back was soaked with sweat, and his heart was filled with tension.

He knew that if he was not careful in this game, he might end up in an irretrievable situation.

Lucifer glanced at the Watcher's chip, disdain flashing in his eyes. "Your magic may allow him to return to the real world, but my knowledge will make him even more powerful in the real world." His tone was defiant, his tail flicking slightly, clearly confident in his own chip.

The Observer retorted, "Your Apostle's method requires the sacrifice of a human soul. How could he accept it? My method can make him a god and achieve immortality!" Its voice was sharp and complacent, revealing its inner arrogance.

Neos interrupted, "I've said before, I have no intention of becoming a god, nor will I do so at the expense of humanity. What I need is balance and justice." His voice was steady and powerful, but the fingers gripping the greatsword tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white, revealing the pressure he felt inside.

"More! More!"

Neos' heart roared, greed flashed in his eyes. Seeing that both sides had offered so much, Neos had already made a decision.

"Don't worry. I guarantee in the name of the Supreme Emperor that I will never cheat you out of your bargaining chips. You may proceed."

Lucifer and the Observer both felt the pressure, realizing that Neos was no pushover and that they needed to show more sincerity. Lucifer growled and spat out another ball of psychic energy, containing even more secrets about psychic magic and the mysteries of Hell. The tray sank noticeably.

The observer was not to be outdone and released several streams of psychic energy, which transformed into several books and a magical weapon that shone with strange light. The tray on the right tilted accordingly.

The scales gradually swayed under the weight of the stakes, sometimes leaning toward Lucifer, sometimes toward the Observer. Neos remained impassive, but inside, sweat drenched his body, his heart pounding like a drum. He forced himself to remain calm, his gaze shifting between the two demons and the scales, ready to respond at any moment.

The balance became increasingly delicate. Lucifer and the Observer gradually shifted from their tense arguments to silence, their eyes darkening.

They all realized that no matter what the outcome, the real winner would be Neos.

Neos keenly caught this change and his heart tightened - he saw Lucifer's giant tail swaying slightly, as if secretly gathering strength, and the psychic energy fluctuations under the observer's wings quietly increased, obviously preparing for something.

it's time.

"it's time!"

He took a deep breath, clenched the giant sword tightly, and the blade slashed across his left arm, and light golden blood gushed out!

Neos swung his sword fiercely, and golden flames erupted like a raging tide, enveloping the scales in a fiery barrier. As the flames burned fiercely, a low rumble echoed through the void, completely isolating the psychic energy.

"Bye bye, my wife!"

"You dare!" Lucifer roared and pounced, not retreating even though he was burned by the golden flames.

"Stop him!" The Watcher's scream echoed through the warp.

But it was too late. Neos engulfed the scales and the chips in flames, and amid the two demons' angry roars, he quickly opened a portal to reality.

"Damn you, human! You treacherous liar!" Lucifer's roar shook the entire space. "I curse you to never rest in peace!"

"Thief! You will regret this!" The Observer screamed, and purple psychic flames spewed out of its countless angry eyes. Several streams of psychic energy shot towards Neos like sharp arrows, but disappeared in front of the flame barrier.

"I will make every one of your followers betray you!"

Neos ignored the threats and curses behind him. He leaped forward, his figure gradually blurred in the white light, and the roars and curses of the two demons echoed in his ears.

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Rising Flames: 1914: Chapter 27 My forgotten memories have moved me and I'm not going to play anymore!

The cross hanging at the door of the marching tent swayed in the wind.

Priest Amos knelt in the center of the tent, his hands clasped, his eyes closed, and he murmured to himself: "Supreme Holy Father, your servant Amos bows down and begs for your mercy and grace."

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white from the effort, his forehead pressed against the ground, his clothes disheveled, his braids hanging loosely over his shoulders.

"Our saint, Neos, your faithful messenger, is now trapped in unknown danger, surrounded by the claws and curses of the enemy. Please open your wings of protection, protect him from evil, and grant him a safe return. Amen."

After the prayer, Amos took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

He felt an inexplicable peace and was convinced that the Lord had heard his cry.

"You prayed well, but don't pray next time. I'm afraid if you continue to pray, I'll be beaten offline by Brother Jesus." A tired baritone came through the canvas.

"Huh————" Amos suddenly opened his eyes, his heart pounding. Could it be...?!

He quickly opened the tent curtains, and a cold wind mixed with frost blew in his face. Amos's eyes were drawn to a sudden crack in the distance—a rift that tore through reality, frost and snow gushing out, and a bruised figure stumbled out.

"I'm back. It's great to see you in the real world, Reverend Amos."

"Saint!" Amos was so excited that he was incoherent. "You...you are finally back!"

Neos looked at Amos, panting heavily, a relieved smile on his face: "Thanks to your trust in me, I almost didn't make it back. I owe you my life - I finally understand why Old Man Huang has to find people with firm faith when opening boxes offline!"

In the thrilling escape just now, Neos found the way home according to the source of power provided by the essence of his cold sun. He followed the guidance of the thickest silk thread, which also provided black fuel, and returned to the world and met Amos, who was a fanatical believer in him.

It was faith that connected him with the believers, but he did not intend to explain in detail on this issue. He swung his sword and cast a psychic spell. The crack behind him that was spewing wind and snow slowly closed, and the demon's shouting and cursing could be heard faintly, like the echo of hell reverberating nearby.

The crosses on the surrounding tents fluttered without wind. Many people vigilantly picked up their weapons and walked out of the tents, and were surprised to find that Neos had returned!

The faces of some devout believers were filled with shock and ecstasy, with tears welling up in their eyes: "Oh my God, God has appeared! The saint is back!"

Everyone gathered to witness this miracle. Amos could no longer contain his excitement. He rushed forward, his knees giving way as he knelt before Neos. He hugged Neos tightly, not caring about the blood and wounds on his body. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and his voice was choked and passionate:

"Saint, you are finally back! The Lord has heard my prayers and He has brought you back safely! You are the Lord's apostle and our salvation!" His tone was full of extreme piety, as if Neos was not only his leader, but also his faith itself.

Neos frowned slightly and gently patted Amos's shoulder, trying to comfort him. "Yes, Amos, I'm back. Thank you... for the Lord's grace. No, thank you for your concern and trust in me."

He avoided the topic. Amos's gaze quickly fell on the wound on Neos' arm. The deep sword wound was still bleeding, and the bright red blood stung his eyes. His face suddenly changed, and worry and anxiety instantly replaced joy.

"Saint, your wounds are still bleeding!"

Amos stood up suddenly, his clothes disheveled and his braids tangled behind him, and he shouted to the people around him:

"Someone, come here! Someone who is not sick! God has appeared! Our saint has returned safely!"

His figure looked somewhat disheveled in the pale sunlight, but his spirit was extremely high, as if a raging fire was burning in his body.

The commotion outside the tent quickly grew, and many pilgrims rushed over after hearing the news, their faces filled with uncontrollable surprise and hope. Someone in the crowd shouted:

"It's the Saint! He's truly returned!" Others whispered prayers, tears glistening in their eyes. Neos's return was like a shot of adrenaline, injecting hope into this battered team, giving them a glimmer of hope. However, many more people didn't come.

"Neos, I knew you wouldn't die so easily in that damn place!"

A tall figure walked out from the crowd. It was Sergeant Valentine. He was wearing a thick cloth mask that covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of tired eyes.