With the other party's permission, Isha was overjoyed.

Only such an existence can ignore the number of enemies and put an end to a catastrophe.

Although it may be more to pay afterwards, Isha can only take care of the present.

In the void, a card appears.

On the board is a blazing devil, holding a banner with a ram pattern in one hand and a trombone in the other.

"The Demon God's Command."

"Description: This card represents the will of the Demon God, which is concerned about the world you live in, allowing you to act by its name."

Isha grabbed the card and looked to the sky.

Majin have adapted to the way humans attack.

They are more adept at killing the rebels.

The situation of the Holy Cult Army is precarious.

Too many people were killed in battle, and part of the positions was on the verge of collapse.

The war has slipped into a one-sided situation.

In a few more moments, the humans who resist will be slaughtered by the demons in the sky.

At this moment, a holy light attracted everyone's attention.

The surviving Holy Cult Army looked at each other.

The Pope spread his holy wings and stood on the ruins of the church.

"It's the Pope!"

"There is salvation!"

People burst into tears and shouted loudly.

The Great Sage Hurt searched around, but found no sign of his brother.

"Ivan......" he sat down on the ground in despair.

The vast splendor of holiness lifted the Pope into the sky like the dawn of the morning star.

Ten cards were held in her hand.

"Stop." She shouted.

The Holy Cult forces that were still resisting all stopped their attacks.

The demons sensed that something was wrong, and they also stood in the air, looking at her vigilantly.

"In the name of the Lord of the Evil Spirits, I will give you one last chance to end this war and never again invade it." Pope Francis said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she dialed the "Demon God's Order".

Cards scattered like crumbs of starlight.

The contract card is activated.

In her hand, the remaining nine cards suddenly jumped into the air and spoke in unison.

"See my banner, listen to my commands, obey my will."

Nine slaps with such majestic words seem very funny and absurd.

The demons looked at each other.

With a wave of his hand, one of the demons shot out a sharp golden ray, cutting off the heads of several Holy Cult soldiers.

The demon looked at the Pope defiantly.

The Pope chuckled.

She pointed to the nine cards and said, "They do not obey your orders, and I ask you to come." ”

"Yes." Nine cards responded together.

The Pope's hands flickered, putting together nine cards into a pattern.

These cards are some strange torsos, organs.

When put together, the ten cards get a few points bigger to form a giant card.

It's not even like a card, it's like a small mural.

The mural depicts a handsome young man standing on the back of a ram, holding a white rose in one hand and a spear in the other, with a blood-colored feather behind his back and a black ring on top of his head.

Around the handsome young man, he was surrounded by eighteen gray spirits, their heads bowed in a bowing posture.

The Pope prayed to the giant card with both hands.

She whispered, "Cursed fallen angel, master of evil spirits, king of the Nine Hells, Asmodeus, I call you to share in the rare spirits. ”

The giant card turned into a puff of white smoke.

The voices of nine people speaking at the same time rang out: "Although there is a contract, you have disturbed my deep sleep, and as an apology, you must stay with me for days in the eternal night." ”

Isha avoided the other party's words and said, "According to the contract, I will share with you the rare souls of these pre-epochs. ”

The white smoke cleared.

A figure appeared.

It's the handsome man on the card.

As if limited by something, his form was illusory, looking like a transparent illusion.

He had no weapons in his hands, let alone mounts or retinues.

The handsome man looked around.

The fierce demon who had attacked before tentatively swung a golden thread.

The golden thread sliced through the space, and in an instant, it was in front of the handsome man.

"Ignorance."

The handsome man said.

The golden thread disappeared in front of him, but emerged from behind the fierce demon.

The Majin is cut in two by his own attack.

This scene provoked all the demons.

They roared and rushed at the handsome man.

The handsome man sighed and said, "A flock of lambs without knowledge can't even see the law of cause and effect. ”

"Isha, you have to summon me even such a thing, and I am beginning to question the contract with you."

"Not so, Asmodeus, they all come from hell." Isha said urgently.

"Hell?" Asmodeus laughed, "There's no hell about them—"

He stopped abruptly and looked back at the demons.

"I see, you mean, they come from the hell to which this world is connected."

As they spoke, the demons had already rushed up, screaming and attacking.

Asmodeus yawned and said, "All offenses against me are blasphemy against purgatory." ”

As soon as the words fell, all the demons were in mid-air.

They are motionless, including their expressions and movements, all fixed in a moment.

Asmodeus flew forward and gently broke off the head of a demon.

He put his fingers into the other's neck, dipped some flesh, and licked it with his tongue.

Asmodeus reveled and said, "Wonderful necromancy, immortal necromancy, I feel the power of the Law of Yellow Springs. ”

"But isn't it strange that dead souls appear in the human realm?"

“…… Interesting, there must be something wrong with this. ”

"Could it be that the gods and demons of hell here are in some trouble?"

Asmodeus' expression sank.

He said, "Isha, prepare a thousand living people for sacrifice, and I will come to this world in my own body to help you." ”

"Obey your will, Your Excellency." Isha said.

"You've done a good job this time, I'll use the power of the Nine Layers of Purgatory to expand the upper limit of the Chosen Card for you."

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Isha was overjoyed.

"Let's go." Asmodeus Road.

"But...... What about them? Isha hesitated.

She pointed to the hundreds of demons in the sky.

"The laws of the Yellow Springs in your world have gone out of control, and their souls are all in my hands."

Asmodeus spread his hands.

Dense dots of light appeared in his hands.

"Windfall, isn't it?" He chuckled.

"You're amazing." Isha said from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and prepare the sacrifices, I'm going to come over and see what the hell is going on."

"Yes, Lord Asmodeus."

After Isha finished speaking, she hurriedly landed and began to arrange the corresponding matters.

Asmodeus stopped in mid-air and glanced at Isha without a trace.

A precious soul who has been to Kirishim...... That's what I've been longing for.

As for what's wrong with this world, I don't bother to care.

- It must be a great deal to make the gods and demons who dominate a hellish realm have problems.

Even if he is the master of the ninth layer of purgatory, he should not be involved in such an unknown terrorist incident.

Came into the world by sacrifice.

Get Isha and leave right away.

That's what I have to do.

Asmodeus quickly made up his mind. 8)