Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 283 Exchange
Some life forms are inherently evil.

At least, the devil is.

It is said that this is partly due to the dimensional factors, and partly because most demons are reincarnations of "evil" souls. In short, the Demon-Slaying Slash not only does not require detecting evil, but also basically starts at the maximum damage level, dealing three times the physical damage.

"I'm leaving now, so I'm leaving you a big gift so you'll remember me."

The devil, laughing gleefully, set up this trap.

He might not even benefit from it; in fact, he had no intention of making any money at all. The demon lord he traded with directly had a terrible reputation.

He prepared all the materials and offerings for the ceremony himself, and from the very beginning, he was operating at a loss.

"But I'm willing!"

His true goal, perhaps, is to return to purgatory and, when the other demons mock him, "You've been working for over thirty years? Are you out of your mind?", reply with, "I destroyed that kingdom," "I am a one-man nation destroyer."

"'Destroyer of a Nation' or 'Conspirator of a Nation'—which title suits me better?"

Julian, lost in his dream, smiled smugly; he had waited far too long for this day.

The large-scale blood sacrifices had already been completed. In the absence of sufficient "sacrifices," the members of the Beast Order were equally excellent blood sacrifices.

The simpler and more direct the plan, the easier it is to succeed. He had simply set a trap and was waiting for the unlucky guy to fall into it.

Everyone who steps into this "cage" will become a sacrifice in the plan.

This is far more effective than summoning a bunch of demons on earth and then being wiped out by the Church of Benevolence.

All it takes is to let these demons keep pouring into the labyrinth, completely destroying the kingdom's chance to save itself, and the city and the kingdom are doomed to perish.

The Chain Demon, using the alias Julian, smiled reservedly. He recalled the great demons and demon nobles he had met before, all of whom had cheerfully overthrown this small kingdom. Perhaps he himself was not far from the title of demon, or at least, he should become a true great demon.

"You can call me Jugliston, a little devil who is only four hundred years old." The stage is about to end, so how can we leave out the audience?

He felt a little disappointed that there were too few "audience members" in front of him.

The long preparation finally came to an end. When the first bomb was detonated, the city was on the verge of destruction.

Just as the fate had been foreseen, this kingdom and this city had too many possibilities of destruction, and their efforts to save themselves had inadvertently activated a path ahead of time.

"Oh!"

"Flesh and blood! The taste of the prime material world!"

"So many delicious little animals!"

One by one, the dimensional gates leading to the lower planes opened, and the demon armies swarmed out, beginning their annual hunt.

Julian did not link to his hometown's demonic purgatory. Because that was actually a trap for demons, and if given a choice, who would want to fight to the death with all sorts of monsters and mortals in underground ruins?

Julian didn't expect the demon lord to keep his promise and provide the agreed-upon "soul coins," and in fact, he also tricked the demon lord.

"A little farewell conspiracy that simultaneously harmed the demon, the kingdom, and the Beast Order. This is how I'll write my resume for my next job."

The devil may not necessarily gain anything, but the misfortune of others, who are caught in his schemes, can also serve as part of his "work resume."

The demon, bound in chains, laughed gleefully. The thought of being "promoted and given a raise" upon his return completely shattered his former aristocratic composure.

Julian!

Enraged wings descended from the sky, and a black-armored paladin carrying a holy sword charged towards them.

"when!"

The crisp sound of metal colliding lasted only a moment; even the supposedly indestructible Infernal Chains shattered instantly under the holy sword's strike.

"My chains!!"

Finally, Julian let out a scream.

For chain demons like them, the accompanying chains are part of their flesh, and can even be used as tentacles. If they are severed, how can they live? And this is the first time Rean has felt that he cannot completely sever them.

Rean's sword trembled incessantly, and he felt a bit nauseous, the discomfort of cutting into a "soft" soul.

This monster, a chain forged from a soul?!
When Julian looked at Rean, the figure in the shadows also lowered to the predetermined coordinates.

"Clang!" The flying sword attacked from a blind spot, but it was still the sound of metal clashing.

Hela attempted to stab him in the back again, but this time, the chains stopped her.

"Good, good idea, but I'm the devil, and my chains are my eyes too." From a tactical perspective, having Rean, who seems impossible to backstab, act as the main force drawing attention from the front, while allowing the stronger Hela to launch a surprise attack from behind, is quite effective.

However, the Infernal Chain Demon, who was also an archmage, easily blocked the attack.

Hela, wearing a mask, wasn't in a hurry; she stood there silently.
"Clap!"

Rean casually tossed out the two heads that were tied to his waist—a dog's head and a devil's head with horns. They lay on the ground, their eyes wide open in death.

"Ah, my poor little contractor, what's wrong? You said back then that we would be together forever."

The Chain Demon, looking at the head on the ground, even shed two feigned tears.

"Snapped!"

But the next moment, the swinging chain smashed the head to pieces.

"Useless! I was counting on you to infiltrate them, wait until they thought it was safe, then launch a big attack, give them a surprise, turn hope into despair, you piece of trash! It would be easy if you died, but what about my stage performance? After this, I'm going to throw you into the abyss of ice for ninety-nine years!"

This is often the fate of sorcerers; even their souls become the property of their sect leader.

Even death cannot bring liberation; rather, death is the beginning of this life of slavery.

On the high platform, surrounded on all sides, Julian continued to laugh wildly. In his eyes, he had already won.

Even if it were killed, it wouldn't truly die now; it would merely "fall into hell" in another sense. And with the increasing number of demons within its perception range, the kingdom is destined for destruction.
"Before becoming sacrifices, wouldn't you like to consider your last words? I can sense that a gigantic demon is trying to enter this dimension."

He offered his advice with a cheerful and sincere attitude, believing that everything around them would be devoured by the demons.

Don't underestimate the little devil at the forward position. Once the snowball effect of blood sacrifice starts, even the projection of the demon lord might be able to enter this plane directly.

"Really? Look up."

Rean pointed to the "sky," where a bright white light shone.
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"Perhaps we should consider abandoning this city."

The Mirror Demon dutifully relayed intelligence from the front lines, and a sense of despair spread through the city's upper echelons.

Once the blood sacrifice begins, it is difficult to stop, and the ever-expanding demon army will turn the task of "sealing the evil god within two years" into an impossible mission.

Now, it seems that it's all too late.

"Your Highness, let's relocate. There's still hope for the living." The moment the old city lord uttered these words, he seemed to age ten years in an instant.

If there were other options, who would give up a lifetime of accumulation? No one refuted his "lie." Everyone knew that once they left Radiant City, there would be no hope for the future, and the kingdom, already on the verge of collapse, would immediately begin to crumble.

Ultimately, the kingdom only has a handful of cities with positive assets left. The destruction of Radiant City will inevitably lead to the collapse of the entire economic and political system.

"The future? There's still a future."

Perhaps this is the moment the kingdom sounds the horn of destruction, perhaps this is the beginning of everything collapsing.

"It's not too late. Summon all the knights and legions!"

Is it too late? How could it be too late to rush down into the underground labyrinth now? Once those prisoners and the Beast Cult are all killed, the sacrifices will never stop.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Dania knelt down.

She clenched her fists and made a praying gesture.

"My lord, my name is Dania D. Elise, heir to the Kingdom of Aiselin. I am willing to dedicate my life to becoming the executor of your will on earth."

Amidst the bewildered expressions of those around her, Dania directly prayed to the gods. The archbishops around her frowned. Was this some kind of evil god? Was Her Highness grasping at straws in desperation? Even benevolent gods wouldn't interfere with the world so directly.

To be precise, the price wasn't high enough; the kingdom didn't deserve a true "miracle."

"Let me, in my weakness, become the executor of your will, your chosen one."

When the divine grace descended, everyone quickly took a step back.

Even a noble archbishop must humbly bow his head in the face of true divine light and order, expressing the most basic respect.

They sensed it; it was the will of the true God, a sublime being watching over the insignificant mortal realm.

"voter?!"

At this moment, however, the "snake scale ring" on Dania's finger still emitted an eerie glow.

(End of this chapter)