Huh? Are they all real?...

Because pain is also nourishment for the chaotic creature that is the demon.

The gentleman shook his head and hurriedly left.

Instead, they continued their secretive activities from afar.

At the same time, they were observing everything here.

Just as the gentleman had initially predicted, even though he transformed himself into a puppet by cutting away all his flesh and blood, the ritual only illuminated a third of the area.

It is still far from the "complete" in a gentleman's mind.

Is it going to fail?

The gentleman could not have imagined the possibility of success.

This guy has already sacrificed all his flesh and blood, and he himself, the possible 'sacrifice', has also left.

How can he continue?

Are we just going to throw away such a big plan that both of us have invested in so much?

The gentleman suddenly felt like a fool.

To the gentleman's utter surprise, the old man, who had stripped himself down to a mere black skeleton, actually raised his hand and smashed his own skull.

Then he placed that still-vibrant brain in his palm.

"No, could this guy be..."

The gentleman suddenly understood the other party's true intentions.

The old man, cradling his own brain, uttered a praise that should never have been uttered, through the movement of his jaw.

"My great Lord, I dedicate everything to your coming and your return!"

From body to soul!

The gentleman knew he had guessed correctly the moment he heard those words.

This guy isn't just going to sacrifice his own flesh and blood and life.

He was even willing to offer up his own soul.

He wants to deny the correctness of death and refuses to go to the original place given to all beings.

This is a grave sin of blaspheming the origin and the world!

He himself will be forever stuck here, with no chance of being resurrected.

The gentleman finally understood how he was going to light up the remaining two-thirds.

One-third of it comes from his soul.

One-third of it comes from his blasphemy.

Or rather, he divided his entirety and his blasphemy into two parts.

Half of it was used to construct the gate through which demons could pass through the abyss, and the other half was used to create a temporary anchor for demons to continue existing in the present world.

Demons are creatures of chaos and depravity, and nothing serves as a temporary anchor for them more than the grave sin of blasphemy against the original.

But why?

If it were just his own death, he could barely understand it.

But now he has even offered up his own soul.

Why would he fight so hard to summon a demon lord who is doomed to die?

If that was his belief.

So why summon one's own faith to come to their death in this world?

Even a Sequence 3 demon lord would never survive the siege of five demigods and the entire Suras!

Wait, he himself is a demigod.

Would a Sequence Four demigod truly believe in another demigod?

The gentleman felt as if he had suddenly grasped something.

But that's still not right; he helped complete the ceremony.

Higher-ranking demons could not possibly descend through a ritual of this caliber.

What exactly went wrong?

The gentleman cannot understand the current situation.

For the first time, the old man let out a startling wail.

He gave his very soul.

The burning and tearing sensation from the depths of one's soul is something that no one can deny with willpower alone.

His skeleton had completely crumbled and merged into the ritual.

His soul is also constantly being absorbed into it.

But even with this kind of pain.

He continued to shout his eulogy:

"You are the monarch of the Seventh Abyss, you are the holder of the Law of Corruption."

"You are the forerunner among the great, and the benevolent among the forerunners."

"You are the wings of darkness, you are the embodiment of hellfire."

"Praise be to all beings, for the great monarch has arrived!"

The final prayer was offered.

Everything about the elderly person was incorporated into the ceremony.

A colossal gate materialized from the abyss, tearing apart the barrier of the mortal world and piercing the mountaintop.

"The gate appeared from the abyss; it's a two-way ritual. The real main part is on the other side of the abyss; he's just a beacon and a temporary anchor?"

In that instant, the gentleman understood the other party's true plan.

They knew that their plan was to kill the demons they had summoned.

Therefore, they never intended to summon a demon lord who was equivalent to a demigod from the beginning.

Because they were merely used as tools and pawns by them.

They are summoning a higher-ranking demon lord who can absolutely break the deadlock!

They even went so far as to deceive them and prevent them from discovering the problem and thus disrupting the ritual.

They—no, it was that demon lord—also took on the important task of building the gate.

For this reason, he probably killed someone of the same rank!

Because the abyss wants to build a gate to break through the barrier of the mortal world and send a demon lord there.

According to convention, they could only use another peer as a stepping stone.

All these believers need to do is provide a sufficient amount of temporary anchor and a beacon!

I've been scammed! I've been scammed from the very beginning!

After a brief moment of fear, the gentleman immediately fled the scene without looking back.

The Demon Lord was definitely not someone that Surras and the five demigods could handle.

Her Majesty the Empress is able to, but Her Majesty the Empress is still in the capital!

The gentleman also knew that if he were that demon lord, he would definitely devise a way to delay the queen, so that he could destroy Sulas and obtain the anchor that would allow him to exist in the world for a longer period of time.

The gentleman didn't know how the Demon Lord would do this, but he knew the other party would definitely succeed!

Moreover, it wouldn't take an angel much effort to destroy Suras.

So Suras was finished, but the empire was neither here nor possible, so he had to flee and pray that the demon lord would destroy Suras completely.

Only in this way can the two families gradually distance themselves from each other.

Because by then there might be no evidence left, and dealing with the Demon Lord would be the best course of action.

The gentleman was the one who fled, as a huge, ferocious hand covered in deep flames reached out from the doorway.

It is embedded in the land of the present world.

Then, with a sudden jerk, the ram-horned demon, its form towering like a mountain, burst through the doorway, bringing with it flames and chaos from the abyss.

They've intruded into the real world!

The Demon Lord of Sequence Two has arrived!

At this moment, countless churches in the city of Surras rang their bells urgently.

This is the gods and kings warning people that the blasphemers from the abyss have appeared in the world.

On the hillside outside the city, although His legs had long been severed, His Sequence Two status allowed Him to appear, directly impacting the entire surrounding area.

The earth cracked instantly, the vegetation began to turn into something demonic, and darkness fell from the sky.

This horrific scene only came to an end when the pollution from the abyss reached the blessed walls of Suras.

At this very moment, the garrison of Surras, under the command of the demigod, is rapidly scaling the city walls.

"Never look directly at the other person; always pray to your faith. Otherwise, you will be corrupted!"

"If you feel anything amiss, immediately leave the city walls and go to the nearest church!"

The demigod's anxious voice echoed in the soldiers' ears.

They were unable to confront a demon lord head-on.

Even the pollution from the other side required the defense of the walls of Surras, which had stood for a thousand years.

Without this wall, imbued with the blessings of countless saints, they would truly have no chance against the angels.

If we can just get through the beginning, Her Majesty the Queen will come.

The rest of the Empire's high-sequence transcendents will surely arrive with their high-level sealed artifacts.

They have a chance; they have a chance to hold out for Suras!

There might even be a chance to kill this blasphemous demon!

Yet this very wall, which could be called the lifeline and the hope, crumbled in an instant before the Demon Lord.

All the opponent did was raise their hand and fling a poison-flaming spear forward.

With the thunderous crash of the spear, half of the city wall of Suras, which was a head taller than the demon lord, crumbled instantly.

At this moment, malevolent flames also spread everywhere.

Watching the city wall disappear in the blink of an eye.

The demigod who remained behind collapsed.

"Abandon the city! Abandon the city!"

Even the demigods, who were the highest-ranking officials, collapsed.

The remaining defenders naturally collapsed and scattered.

There's no chance anymore.

Without the blessed walls, they were unable to resist even the divine corruption of the other.

The oppression of the inferior by the superior is vividly demonstrated in this world.

Now we can only escape; every person who can escape is a chance.

Looking at the fleeing remnants of the army, the demigods, and the entire city of Suras.

The demon lord, whose legs had been severed and who could only crawl on the ground, also let out a gleeful and blasphemous grin.

How beautiful!

What a pleasant sound!

What a sweet-smelling air!