Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 71 The Golden Throne, Donning the Yellow Robe (3/3)

When Hex woke up again, all he could see was darkness.

At first, he thought he was covered by some kind of hood, and when he raised his hand to pull it off, he found that his whole body was firmly bound and he could not move.

As he struggled, he heard the rustling sound of intertwined ribbons.

His limbs were taut, bound to a chair.

"You're awake."

A familiar voice rang out in front of me, carrying a hint of flirtation and allure.

It's Ida.

Hex clicked his tongue, his tone hardening: "We meet again so soon?"

"Are you planning to treat me like a prisoner?"

He tensed up again, his whole body trembling, and the straining sound of the silk being pulled grew louder and louder.

Surprisingly, his brute force failed to tear the silk.

"You were prepared, Ada," Hex said coldly. "What do you want? Just say it!"

"Please don't act rashly, Mr. Horus." Ida's tone carried a strange respect. "We mean you no harm."

"Then let me go," Hex said coldly.

"We will remove the restrictions on you immediately," Ada said.

"We have restrained you only to deter your military power."

"After all, you closed the gates of hell ahead of time."

"This great achievement has only been accomplished by legendary saints in human history."

Ida slowly began to recount historical facts: "In 1282, Richard the Lionheart closed the gates of hell in London three days ahead of schedule."

"In 1496, Joan of Arc closed the gates of hell two days early in Orleans."

"To save the Human Alliance from peril —"

"And you, it only took you less than 24 hours."

"To be precise, it was only five hours."

"Truly admirable and worthy of respect."

"If you appear in public, you will certainly be commended by the church and the king."

"To become a human hero."

"Don't talk to me about this history, and don't try to flatter me," Hex interrupted her directly.

"Are you tying me up now to brainwash me and make me your tool?"

This is something he has always been worried about; the United Front may not lack this technology.

He glanced at the chaotic battlegrounds screen in his mind; his two teammates were still showing as online, clearly indicating they hadn't betrayed him.

After all, the rules of the system's team synergy state that once someone joins a team, friendly fire is disabled, and only the team leader can kick them out.

"You might have some misunderstanding about us. We're teammates who fight side by side," Ada said with a hint of helplessness.

"Mr. Horus, why are you always so wary of me?"

"We never had any intention of hurting you."

"Were you trying to invite me for tea before, hunting me down and searching for me in the slums?" Hex retorted mercilessly.

"Ada, we're all adults, there's no need for these formalities."

"Just tell me straight, what exactly do you want?"

After speaking, Hextech gradually calmed down and quickly assessed the situation in his mind.

He was kidnapped and imprisoned by the United Front, and his original escape plan was completely ruined. His top priority now is to find a way to get out of the United Front's clutches.

Although previous cooperation with the United Front and the Church was relatively pleasant, this was only one side of the story.

In this world, almost no force is purely benevolent.

The church is not a good people.

In the game's storyline, the church frequently uses psychological manipulation on the protagonist, forcing him to complete various impossible tasks that require self-sacrifice.

There were no real rewards afterward, only some mystical doctrines.

Moreover, the Church will use extreme punishment on any human being (or even those suspected of being tainted by hell) without giving them any chance to explain.

They belong to a group of obsessed people.

Moreover, power struggles within the church are also very serious.

He never intended to join the church. If he didn't have extraordinary abilities, joining the church to obtain a holy talisman might have been a way out.

But he had already embarked on a different path, getting involved with the church, which only brought him more misfortune.

He didn't want to be a loyal dog of the church.

As for the united front, he had absolutely no interest in it either.

Compared to the hypocrisy of the church, the United Front is even more of a mixed bag, with factions ranging from the far left to the far right, making it a veritable melting pot of human elites and scum.

What's even more frightening is that their internal stances are fickle, with elites turning into scum and scum briefly posing as elites. They are also mixed with a large number of cult members, and one can easily get caught up in the storm and end up in a mess.

As for cults, he considered himself a normal person who wouldn't betray humanity, bow down to evil, or ruthlessly kill his own kind.

In his eyes, demons are nothing more than tools for accumulating gold coins and stacking steel layers; he would never associate with cults.

The remaining human governments, kingdoms, nobles, and other forces are merely political powers with a weak presence, suitable only for temporary refuge, but not for establishing a secure foothold.

"Mr. Horus, could you answer three questions for me?" Ida's voice pulled him back to reality.

"After you finish answering, regardless of your answer, we will grant you your freedom."

"But there is only one requirement, and that is sincerity."

"There should be no falsehoods."

"Just say what's on your mind."

"Tying someone up in a cell and asking them questions isn't the way to ask for advice; it's more like an interrogation," Hex sneered.

Ida didn't seem to care, and her tone became incredibly solemn and serious.

"How do you think humanity should coexist with demons?"

"Peace, or confrontation?"

Hex was puzzled; the question sounded just like the interrogation the church used to examine the loyalty of clergy. Without thinking, he spoke up.

"All demons should die; only dead demons are good demons."

Although he had briefly cooperated with the Devil of Desire and even parted ways peacefully, after being tricked by the demon, he knew in his heart that the higher-ups might have also noticed him.

Ada pondered for a moment, then slowly posed her final question: "The second question."

What do you think of human society today?

"Or rather, what kind of life should humanity lead?"

"Only by relying on technological development, greatly improving productivity, and achieving fair distribution can humanity have a future," Hex said with certainty.

"Instead of everyone being ignorant and superstitious like they are now."

"Being constantly worn down by despair, with not a glimmer of hope in sight."

He came from a rational age, although there were many fanatics and zealots in that world, but they were not the mainstream.

Hextech doesn't have much in common with those obsessive people; his favorite thing to do is lie in bed scrolling through his phone and eating takeout.

Ida remained silent for a long time, a full three minutes, before asking again, "One last question."

"Are you even human?"

Hextech paused, then scoffed, "What kind of question is that?"

"Of course I am human."

"He's just taller and stronger."

"Do you think I'm a demon in disguise?"

After the three questions were asked, a round of applause suddenly rang out.

clap clap clap!

Is there still a sense of ritual?

Just as Hextech was about to open his mouth to laugh, a second, third, and fourth round of applause rang out in succession, quickly turning into a dense and enthusiastic chorus of applause.

In a daze, he felt as if he were not in a dark prison, but rather standing in a grand hall.

The next second, the hood in front of me was suddenly removed.

Hex squinted to adjust to the light and looked around, only to realize that this was not a dark prison at all.

Bright sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, illuminating the vast hall.

Warm and dazzling.

On the high platform of the hall, hundreds of people dressed in various costumes stared at him with fanatical eyes and clapped wildly, as if he were the only light in the world.

Hextech looked down at his hands. The chains and shackles that he used to be bound by were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a set of exquisitely crafted and extremely gorgeous armor.

He turned his head to look down and saw that he was not lying on the torture chair, but sitting upright on a tall, gilded chair.

That was no ordinary seat; it was a throne.

The first thought flashed through my mind instantly.

Was he given a yellow robe and directly pushed onto the throne?

A second thought immediately followed, and my heart sank.

The Golden Throne—you can't sit on that!