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

I admit your ambush just now caused me quite a surprise, but it's a pity that I didn't even get a hair on my head! However, it seems that this is the limit of your soldiers' courage. They dared to abandon the vehicle and flee, and even put their colleague's body in the driver's seat to deceive me!

Just think about it with your stupid ant brains. How can a corpse move out of thin air to control a chariot? It's really an insult to my noble IQ!

You have the courage to fire at me, Asmodeus, the Sword of Pride, but you don't dare to face me directly?

It doesn’t matter, these ants must be hiding somewhere, but it doesn’t matter!”

Asmodeus stretched out his hand, pointed at Neos, who stood up with the sword in hand, and said in a tone full of provocation: "Next is you, Neos!"

Neos gritted his teeth, resisting the excruciating pain in his chest as he stood up and swallowed the blood. He had no time to dwell on the fate of the crew that had supported him. His eyes were focused solely on that arrogant figure. He! Must! Burn this heretic! To ash!

"You! Damn heretic!" He stared at Asmodeus, hatred and anger bursting out from between his teeth, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

"It seems that the Morning Star Light just now did not teach you a lesson, Cursed One." Asmodeus sneered.

"Instead of running away, you approached me? Just now, I killed all those desperate soldiers like ants.

Think of their gnashing teeth. Even if I cut off their limbs, they would still bite me with their teeth. They are like having bayonets pressed into their backs, desperately trying to save you!

Neos, holding a greatsword, slowly walked towards Asmodeus, his body ablaze with blue-white flames:

"If I don't get closer, how can I skewer you on my sword and burn you to ashes?"

Asmodeus leaped lightly from the roof, folding his arms across his chest as he landed, his lips curled up slightly. "So confident—come a little closer then."

"Boom! Boom!"

Asmodeus waved his hands, chanting an obscure sorcery spell. The dark red spell that had previously sent Neos flying reappeared, striking him from all sorts of tricky angles!

"boom--!"

The ground beneath Neos's feet was blasted into a massive crater by several spells, sending smoke and dust billowing everywhere. However, when the dust cleared, Neos' figure remained standing, his psychic shield gleaming faintly, unscathed.

Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Asmodeus' eyes, and then he cast several hell spells, trying to tear apart Neos' defense.

"Is that all you have up your sleeve, Asmodeus?" Neos sneered, chanting a spell that warped the space around him, much like his previous battle with the Observer in the Warp. Asmodeus's spells were deflected, striking far away, the rubble they stirred up bouncing off Neos's psychic shield.

"That's the power of a tyrant!" Asmodeus' pupils shrank, and then he laughed wildly, "You actually sided with the tyrant! Haha! You betrayed your followers!"

"Idiot." Neos frowned, too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

He swung his sword fiercely, and the golden flames on the sword turned into balls of scorching fire, which attacked Asmodeus with a breath of destruction. These fireballs were exactly the same as the hellfire of the heretic legion wizards, but the color was completely different.

"What—?" Asmodeus had barely finished his words when Neos rushed forward, his greatsword slashing down at him with a piercing sound! Asmodeus quickly raised his sword to block.

"clang!"

Sparks flew as the blades clashed, and the golden flames clashed fiercely with the dark red glow of Asmodeus's sword, emitting a sharp metallic sound. Neos's power, fueled by his psychic energy, was immensely formidable. Each strike was like thunder, unstoppable, determined to crush the heretic before him, along with his arrogance.

Asmodeus was forced to retreat repeatedly by Neos's fierce attack, but his face showed no fear, instead revealing a sly smile. He suddenly dodged to the side, avoiding a heavy blow, and with a wave of his left hand, a dark red magic beam shot directly into Neos' chest.

Neos reacted extremely quickly, instantly converging a psychic shield in front of him to block the fatal blow. However, the impact of the spell still caused him to step back several steps, and deep cracks were created in the ground beneath his feet.

"Hahaha, Neos, your power is indeed great, but do you think you can defeat me like this?" Asmodeus laughed wildly, opening his hands. The air around him began to distort, and dark red energy gathered at his fingertips. "Let me teach you a lesson about the true power of hell!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clasped his hands together, and a powerful wave of energy erupted from his hands, transforming into countless dark red tentacles that swept towards Neos. These tentacles, like living creatures, carried a corrosive aura and attempted to entangle Neos.

A solemn look flashed in Neos' eyes. He swung his greatsword, and the golden flames on the sword burned fiercely, transforming into walls of fire, trying to resist the invasion of the tentacles. However, the tentacles were numerous and extremely flexible, attacking from all directions.

"What a troublesome fellow!" Neos cursed softly and leaped up, trying to escape the encirclement. But Asmodeus had anticipated this. He sneered and raised his hands. More tentacles rose from the ground, trapping Neos in the air like a cage.

Neos, who was unable to gain any support in mid-air, saw the tentacles about to wrap around him. He scratched his arm and blood spilled.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a powerful psychic shockwave shattered all the surrounding tentacles, dissipating them into black smoke. Asmodeus's long-prepared spell shot out from the black smoke, blasting Neos into the ground.

"Cough cough..." He struggled to get up, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Asmodeus and saw that he was smiling smugly.

"What, Cursed One, is this all you can do?" Asmodeus scoffed. "I thought you could give me more fun."

Neos wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes igniting with a stronger fighting spirit: "Fun? Then I'll let you see the true power."

Neos closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the warp deep within his heart. There, countless points of light flickered beside the cold sun. They were the souls of fallen Crusaders and civilians. More threads of different colors fed into them, and faith and power flowed continuously into his body.

"Their lives are your currency, use them well." After remembering that sentence, Neos focused his thoughts, and the light spots in the subspace gathered together, bursting out with golden light.

In reality, Neos opened his eyes and a dazzling golden light burst out from his body.

"What... is this?" Asmodeus looked at Neos's changes in surprise and doubt, feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression.

He had an illusion that even if the Lord of Pride stood here, he would not be able to withstand the sword of the Cursed One.

Neos drew his greatsword, and the flames on the sword burned even more fiercely, as if to set the night sky on fire.

"Heretic, your end has come." His voice was calm and majestic.

He flashed and instantly appeared before Asmodeus, his sword slashing down with a piercing sound. Asmodeus hastily raised his sword to block, but Neos's strength was far beyond imagination. The moment the blades met, Asmodeus's sword was broken, and he took advantage of the pause to dodge and fall to the ground in dismay.

"Impossible! How can you have such power!" Asmodeus shouted in horror and tried to get up, but Neos was approaching again.

Neos's blade came down like a violent storm, each strike carrying a breath of destruction. Asmodeus could only dodge in panic.

"Damn it—" Asmodeus, riding the force of Neos's blow, leaped up into the air, emitting a blinding flash of light. Neos instinctively narrowed his eyes, and Asmodeus seized the opportunity to cast a spell in mid-air, attempting to escape.

At this moment——

"boom!"

The brick wall at the corner of the street was smashed by an S-1 Inquisitor, and the 86mm gun barrel was aimed at Asmodeus in the air, firing without hesitation!

"Ugh————Never thought, Neos, this is my turning route!" "Boom!"

Asmodeus screamed in the air as he was blown to the other end of the street, his limbs and demon blood splattering in the air.

Neos turned his head and raised his eyebrows as he looked at the S-1 Holy Inquisitor that drove out and parked on the sidewalk. Everything was self-explanatory.

The tank suddenly stalled.

"Ugh."

Neos took a deep breath, put his sword on his waist, walked a few steps to the driver's seat, opened the door, and without paying attention to the blood on the driver's seat, he looked at the manual transmission car with the same configuration as before he traveled through time. He then skillfully stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, and turned the key to start the engine.

"Om-!"

The chariot was restarted, the engine roared, outputting surging power, waiting for Neos to control it!

Neos stepped down on the rightmost pedal.

Nothing happened, the engine was still roaring and the car was shaking, but it just wouldn't move forward.

PS: The accelerator and brake positions of a tractor are opposite to those of a manual transmission car, with the accelerator in the middle and the brake on the right.

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Neos poked his head out and saw the huge crater in the middle of the road, created by the infernal spell. He then looked at the tracks resting on the sidewalk beside the crater. He drew his sword, tapped the driver's seat, pointed ahead, and muttered to himself:

"Isn't the sidewalk wide enough? Go ahead."

Then, he stepped on the clutch to shift into full gear and stepped on the rightmost pedal!

"boom!"

The tank paused for a moment, then ejected at a speed faster than a fighter plane.

PS: 240 votes, next update 4.5k...

PS2: The combat skills in this chapter are based on the spells in the official Trench Crusaders rulebook. For those friends who don’t know much about the rulebook, the witchcraft of the Hell side is officially called "Gothia Witchcraft". The release of witchcraft requires the consumption of "blood marks" on the unit chess pieces and the player's currency. Blood marks can be obtained by sacrificing friendly troops or Crusaders, but cannot be obtained from units with Black Grail marks (this is related to some settings of Beelzebub, Lord of Flies, which will be gradually explained in the subsequent plot).

The unique spells of the Arrogant Legion are "Never Bend the Knee" and "Light of the Morning Star". The former allows the chess piece to ignore any damage, attack or ability that should have knocked it down (so it's not the Machine Spirit that missed the target, but Asmodeus's resurrection armor), consuming 10 units of currency and two blood marks; the latter launches an attack, and if it fails to kill the target, the target will be pushed a certain distance or stop when it hits an obstacle, consuming 15 units of currency and two blood marks.

Later, Bei Zhai plans to run a group online with the wealthy and interested readers in his book club, as he doesn't have the money to buy chess pieces or the energy to run a group offline. If the group run turns out to be interesting, Bei Zhai will use it as material for a novel, and of course, the characters in the novel will be the readers!

Rising Flames: 1914: The game group ID card has been issued

As the title says, you can take a look at the miscellaneous volume, which will start this weekend!

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Rising Flames: 1914: Chapter 40 Hehe, I Must Survive

Neos drove the chariot towards the place where Asmodeus was knocked away. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the light golden flames on his body gradually spread, covering the chariot.

"boom!"

The S-1 Inquisitor charged forward with unstoppable force, smashing through every obstacle on the street—brick walls, rubble piles, sandbags, and barbed wire—without even a moment's pause. As the tank's treads rumbled forward, pale golden flames spread along the tracks, coating the bodies of the civilians and Crusaders killed by Asmodeus and the Death Squad in the buildings behind it.

The pale golden flames didn't stop, but continued to expand outward. Points of light emerged from the bodies of the fallen warriors. One by one, human souls dissipated in this world, but did not reach God's table.

With the addition of these light spots, the golden flames spread faster. These soul currencies will continue to fight for the creatures of Budapest, using their last bit of energy to open a way of survival for the living.

The Crusaders and civilians enveloped in golden light felt the emotions in the flames. Everyone could vaguely hear the whispers of the deceased and their expectations for the living. Their memories, fragments of thoughts, and emotions would rise into the ether sea after their souls burned out. Their only destination would be the cold sun of the ether sea. Neos would always protect them and listen to them.

"boom!!!"

Neos could hardly hear the sounds of reality anymore. Countless people were talking to him, some were chatting about family matters, some were reminiscing about the past, and some were expressing regret and anger... While he was using this powerful force, he was also carrying everything of the dead.

"Asmodeus—get out here!!!"

Neos' eyes radiated a fiery light, and this golden flame belt spread across the streets, sweeping across most of the city. Whether it was plague or heresy, all were reduced to ashes under this golden flame.

Asmodeus, fleeing towards the alley, felt the increasingly terrifying pressure behind him. He sensed in his own subspace that a celestial body that could tear everything apart was rushing towards him!

“Die—!” “Die, heretic!!” “Avenge me!!” “Devil…” “You can’t escape!”

The whispering grew louder in his ears. Countless human wills, tragically killed by the demon, gathered around the monster and rushed toward it. Asmodeus dared not open the cracks in reality to peer into the aether. His only remaining motivation was the fact that he hadn't seen Neos yet. He feared that the moment he saw Neos, he would be like all the ants he once despised, returning to dust.

"No...no...I am the Sword of Pride——I will definitely survive!"

Asmodeus ran desperately, and suddenly sensed the breath of some living creature. He immediately broke the window and entered the room.

"Devil! Get out!"

Inside the small room, civilians were present. The woman, holding two children behind her, shouted at Asmodeus with a trench club in hand. The man, who had lost both legs and was confined to a wheelchair, aimed his shotgun at him.

"Ok?"

Looking at the four living sacrifices before him, he felt a surge of confidence, as if he could kill the pursuers behind him just as easily as he had killed these four sacrifices. A smile appeared on Asmodeus's lips. He gracefully stood up, straightened his tattered robes, which were riddled with holes from the flames, raised his metal claws, and said with a cruel smile:

"As long as I - kill you - I can release the Morning Star again! Yes, I can definitely release it again! That damn cursed one was seriously injured by my spell, as long as I have one more blow..."

He licked the blood that was still dripping from the metal claws, which contained both his own and the Crusader's blood.

"boom!"

The man in the wheelchair opened fire, and a bullet hit Asmodeus' chest, causing him to stagger. Asmodeus pinched the bullet out of the depression in his chest skin and stuffed it into his mouth to chew under the horrified eyes of his family.

"Crunch!" "Crunch!"

"Ah....the taste of my favorite fear."

Only in front of the weak can one regain his arrogance and arrogance.

Under the powerful oppression of the High Priest of Hell, this family of civilians didn't even have the strength to call for help, and the burst of adrenaline only allowed them to keep standing in front of this demon.

"Which one should I choose first?"

Asmodeus caught a glimpse of the little girl, who was hiding behind her hostess as best she could, clutching the cross tightly in her hand.

"come over!"

He clenched his claws and grabbed the girl into his hands amid her screams and cries for help. The devilish metal of hell squeaked as it came into contact with the human body. Green smoke emerged from the girl's delicate skin. Blasphemous curses and toxins began to spread, and the cross fell to the ground.

"Let go of my child! Devil!" "Bang!"

There was a sound of breaking wind at the back of the head, and the trench stick hit Asmodeus straight on the head. The mistress's legs trembled, and anger and hatred for the devil drove her to swing her weapon at this invincible enemy!

"You actually think this thing can hurt me?"

Asmodeus let go, and the girl fell to the ground, gasping in pain. He raised his claws, but the man hit him on the arm with the butt of his rifle.

"Bang!!" "Why are you ants so unwilling to die?"

He slapped the male host against the wall, drew out the ritual dagger, and was about to kill the female host who wanted to attack him again when a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Bang!" "It's time for you to die, demon."

A cannon barrel suddenly knocked the door open, and a sound so cold that there was no trace of warmth came from behind him. Asmodeus could feel the breath of destruction behind him. His legs softened and he knelt directly on the ground.

At this moment, he seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell, and his previous invincible scene had become an illusion.

“Ah—ah…uh…hahaha!”