Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

Sairaorg's face turned pale, then turned red. Along with hot blood, he vomited out steaming pieces of internal organs.

The same is true!

Although Vitan was far away from the center of the explosion, he no longer looked as neat and relaxed as before.

Both her hair and the clothes formed by magic were blown into a mess by the hurricane and flying sand and gravel that had just occurred.

He looked exactly like a victim from Africa.

“——Ahem!”

There was another cough from a distance, Sairaorg covered his chest with his hands, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't expect that I'd be injured like this before I could even use the special abilities you inherited."

Sairaorg straightened his back which had just been bent. Although he looked miserable, his burning fighting spirit had never weakened in the slightest.

"——Connect to the library of "Sloth" again, and execute the theme."

Without immediately answering Sairaorg's question, Vitan prioritized communicating the magic power in his body and activated the wizard mode again.

If he was in battle, he wouldn't have much to say about his current condition.

But now that the battle was over, it was still dirty and messy, which was something he, a person with a slight obsession with mysophobia, absolutely could not accept.

"There's no point in saying this. I didn't use my special ability, and you didn't use your full strength either."

Glancing at Sairaorg, whose fighting spirit was still emanating from his body, Vitan shrugged and said.

These words, which had a hint of meaning, made Sairaorg stunned. He then retracted his stance and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"How do you know I have hidden tricks? I've never used them in public."

What could be the reason? Of course I saw it in the animation...

In his heart, Vitan complained.

Of course, he would never say this. His silence made Sairaorg stop worrying about it.

He didn't care how Vitan knew his hidden means. At this moment, he just felt a little regretful in his heart.

As if he had read Sairaorg's mind, Vitan stepped forward and spoke again.

"Don't feel sorry. Next time we meet, you can bring your followers with you, and I will let you see my Devouring Flame."

"Hahaha, then I will train myself well and look forward to the next time we meet."

He didn't seem to want to say hello to his cousin, nor did he seem to want to treat his injuries immediately.

He just covered his chest, laughed, and left the training ground from the other side.

At the same time, the light of a teleportation array lit up under Vitan's feet. This was the teleportation array of the Gremory family.

So Vitan did not resist, he let down his guard, and only the deep magic power enveloped him.

"Welcome back, Vitan-kun, it was a wonderful battle."

Before he opened his eyes, he heard applause one after another.

The first person his eyes were focused on was Gurefia, and at that moment, a satisfied smile appeared on Gurefia's icy face.

“You’ve done a good job, but you still need to work harder.”

She would not be stingy with her praise when she was satisfied, but she would also urge him not to be overly proud. This was Gurefia's way of teaching.

"I know!"

After talking to Grayfia, Vitan shifted his gaze to Sirzechs.

"Thanks for the compliment, but I didn't win either. This is just a draw at best."

Even though Sairaorg looks like he's seriously injured, for a demon, a few broken internal organs aren't considered a serious injury.

Besides, Sairaorg has been using his own energy and muscles to fix his damaged internal organs, so there will be no problem if he continues to fight.

“That’s already amazing!”

Sirzechs blinked his eyes, and then spoke mysteriously in a voice that only the three of them could hear.

"And don't you two still have hidden cards?"

This demon king is actually secretly setting up eavesdropping techniques inside...

Vitanton was speechless, but he still nodded slightly, indicating that what Sirzechs said was right.

But in fact, Sirzechs didn't know that the cards he was hiding were very different from those hidden by Sairaorg.

What he was hiding was nothing more than the special ability imprinted in his demonic blood. It was inevitable that his strength would be enhanced.

But that special ability will definitely not bring about a qualitative increase in his strength.

And what Sairaorg was hiding was something that could truly allow his magic power and physical strength to soar like a rocket.

"Speaking of which, since Vitan-kun is already so strong, aren't you planning to make your official debut in the ranking game?"

Sirzechs asked curiously.

If Vitan's strength was insufficient, he would understand why Vitan would choose not to embarrass himself in front of the entire underworld in order to save his own face.

But in his eyes, Vitan's strength is almost the same as Sairaorg, the strongest of the new generation in the underworld, or even better.

"I'm not really interested in that kind of stuff."

"Besides, I'd rather spend some time in the human world than in that."

Sirzechs immediately showed an expression of understanding.

"Vitan-kun wants to go to the human world and look for his own demon followers."

This is a common idea, because most of the demon followers of reincarnated demons are humans, and it is very rare to have other races as followers.

Although this was not his intention, he still nodded in agreement with Sirzechs' words.

"So where is Vitan going first?"

"The human territory corresponding to the Asmodeus family does not seem to be suitable for you to find a dependent there."

Not only can you not go directly!

As the controller of the Northern Legion, the Asmodeus family's sphere of influence in the human world is the famous Vatican.

If he showed up in the Vatican and tried to recruit followers there, angels would come to his door the next day.

"Yes, so I want to get permission from the Gremory family to operate in the Japanese area."

Chapter 18: Saint Asia Agendo

Although the Vatican is only a small country, it has a profound influence throughout the world.

Although its area is very small and its total population is less than a thousand people, it is truly a country within a country.

Right in front of you is the most famous St. Peter's Basilica.

On the boulevard leading to this sacred place in the hearts of faithful Catholics all over the world, there are dense crowds of tourists coming and going, and travelers holding cameras and taking pictures can be seen everywhere.

This is quite normal.

Although the Vatican is considered a country, it is still too small. The country's entire revenue can only come from tourism and land leasing.

"Although Sirzechs said so, as a devil, I still sneaked in openly."

Dressed like an ordinary person, Vitan sat on a bench set up around the boulevard in a dignified manner.

Wearing a pair of black sunglasses and holding the ice cream he just bought.

Many clergymen and priests with crosses hanging on their chests and Bibles in their hands patrolled past Vitan, but no one could realize that the tourist sitting on the bench was a pure-blooded demon who inherited the blood of the old demon king.

In fact, this is nothing to be shocked about.

The way of transformation is an ability that is inherited from the demon bloodline of Asmodeus, although it is unlikely to deceive reality with illusions like the True Red Dragon God Emperor.

However, it is not difficult for Vitan to completely hide his nature as a devil.

He changed his posture slightly, and the people coming and going were reflected on Vitan's sunglasses.

Suddenly, Weitan put down his long legs and threw the half-eaten ice cream into the trash can.

He moved nimbly through the crowded crowd and came in front of a young girl.

"Hello! What can I do for you?"

The girl is petite and looks to be around high school age.

He was wearing a gorgeous white robe, the edges of which were embellished with gold threads and solemn crosses, and a ceremonial crown on his head.

A long golden hair falls down like the Milky Way.

Although her appearance looks very young, it is very delicate. The gentle smile on her face also looks very holy in this place and on this girl.

Just like the holiness shown by the girl, the girl's heart is also extremely kind.

Therefore, when Vitan stood in front of the girl so abruptly, the girl did not think much about it, but asked patiently, wanting to help this person who seemed to be in trouble.

——Saint Asia Agendo!

“I’m sorry, I’m a newly converted Catholic and this is my first time here.”

"I wonder if you, the holy nun, could take me on a brief tour here."

He took off his sunglasses, revealing his dark and deep eyes, with a faint smile on his face. He placed one hand on his chest over his heart, performing perfect aristocratic etiquette.

Vitan is here, extending an invitation to Saint Asia!

"This is what I should do as a nun. You don't have to be so respectful to me."

The panicked Asia hurriedly bowed in the same way, and the veil on her head almost fell to the ground because of the girl's panic.

The Vatican is the oldest museum in the world. It was expanded almost at the same time as St. Peter's Basilica and has a very long history.

“This painting is the most famous ‘The Last Judgment’!”

"He depicted the scenes of heaven, earth and hell from top to bottom, and in the center of the picture was the great, fair and merciful Lord..."

Asia talked endlessly about the many exhibits in the Vatican Museum. At the same time, she looked at the young man beside her who was gazing at the oil painting with a worried look.

"What's wrong, Miss Asia?"

The clear sound like an oriole in my ear suddenly stopped, causing Vitan to look at it inquiringly.

It was impossible to enter St. Peter's Basilica directly. Even if his hiding skills were very good, it was easy for mistakes to occur in front of the holy barrier set up directly by angels.

The historical atmosphere is long, and because of the large number of tourists, there are no fighting exorcists here.

Isn't it the most suitable place to invite the saint of the church?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vitan, I seem to have been too self-absorbed."

"I completely forgot what I was introducing to you."

Asia immediately apologized with red cheeks.

As a nun in the church, her favorite thing to do, besides praying to the Lord, is to visit these ancient artifacts and famous paintings in this museum.

Because she felt that this was also a way to learn history and understand past culture, which could enrich her already meager knowledge.

That's why she was so excited as soon as she came in here.

"It's okay. I can tell that you like it here very much, Miss Asia."

"After hearing your enthusiastic introduction, Miss Asia, I even feel like I can already appreciate the beautiful scene you described."

Vitan smiled and stretched out his hand to put it on the top of the blonde girl's head. Feeling the warmth from his palm, she blushed immediately because she had never had such close contact with the opposite sex.

"That... that..."

Although she was not used to this kind of action, the gentle girl did not struggle at all.

First, this gentle girl doesn’t really know how to refuse others.

Secondly, Vitan’s words just now made her feel very warm. It was obviously her fault for not entertaining her well, but Vitan still gently tolerated her and did not blame her.

"Then let's continue to go up. The Disputation on the Sacrament is also a precious treasure that is worth seeing!"

Feeling the large hand covering her head being removed, Asia felt a trace of reluctance in her heart.

This made the face of this girl, who was quite blank when it came to emotions, even more rosy.