Arashijo, Southern District.

A remote alley.

"Say it! Praise be to our Lord! ”

The saint, with a cigar in his mouth and a cape in a clean priest's hooded robe, punched it.

Peng!

A dull sound of blows rang out, and at the same time, a lot of thick foul stench blood splattered and fell on the wall on one side of the alley.

"Great... Praise be to our Lord. ”

In front of him, there was a demon covered in wisps of blood and a large sunken head, causing the other half to look a little bloated.

It is now slurred, unconscious, succumbing to the obscenity of the saints and having to be at the mercy of the other party's demands.

And that's not all.

On the filthy rubbish ground behind it, there were also several demons that had been knocked out of the ground by a punch, not dead, but the painful injuries that covered their bodies made them more painful than dead.

Some limbs were directly broken by the terrifying brute force, causing the bones inside to break out like sharp knives, looking very penetrating, and some legs were directly torn off and thrown aside at will, so that a large stream of rich and foul-smelling blood in its body was exposed to a large area on the ground.

They wailed in pain, their eyes filled with fear for the saints sitting on the steps.

Obviously, they are just human beings who don't have any demonic aura, but the strong strength they have makes them instantly defeated, and they can't produce any resistance at all.

Peng!

"You left the house with a sound of stepping on a horse?! How small?! ”

The saint frowned, and swung another punch away.

The demon in front of him, which looked like a tiger, was suddenly slammed into the ground, making a heavy impact sound, and the already sunken skull was a little more serious, and wisps of milky white brains even slowly revealed from the cracks in the wound.

"Now let me ask you, do you still believe in your alligator tiger god?"

A satisfied smile appeared on the saint's rugged cheeks.

This group of demons was discovered by him not long ago due to the panic caused by ordinary humans, among them, led by the tiger-headed demon in front of him, actually captured thirty-seven young girls around the age of seventeen or eighteen to prepare for a sacrifice ceremony, which was used to provide sacrifices to the gods and demons it believed in, so as to change the way of promotion of the life class in the district.

If the saints had not arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

That's why.

That's why the saints want them, the demons who believe in messy garbage gods, to "change their ways."

After all...

He is a priest, and although his name has been changed from "violent" to "violent", it is not something that he took for no reason.

"No... I don't believe it......"

The Tiger Brother Demon who fell to the ground trembled, and although its eyes were half-blinded by the saints, it could not see the latter's appearance clearly, but it could still feel the strong temperament that emerged from the other party.

"Divine Word..."

"This human can actually use divine words..."

It muttered to itself in great fear, and its brain was filled with intense pain, and the shocking images of the violent saints who had used their "words and words" skills not long ago were the shocking images of them.

The Tiger Head Demon regarded the "Words and Words" possessed by the saints as the forbidden fate magic "Divine Words" in the abyss, and this ability can only be possessed by the supreme demons who have condensed the divine personality in the abyss, and it is also the most basic step to become a god demon.

It is precisely because of this that it has an unprecedented sense of fear for the saints, after all, a believer can master one of the abilities of the gods he believes in, and the meaning of this is indescribable, and this also makes its painful and desperate heart have a ray of expectation, expecting that if it really converts to the "Lord of Falsehood" that the saints just said, then it will not get the corresponding ability?

After all, the demons outside the inner and outer layers of the abyss have always been like this, and the degree of firmness in their faith depends entirely on whether there is profit to be gained.

As if sensing what the Tiger Head Demon was thinking at the moment, the saint exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and smiled slowly:

"How do I feel like you're lying to me?"

"No... No...... No way. ”

The Tiger Head Demon was anxious in his heart, and he tried his best to whisper such a sentence.

"Okay, I'll trust you for once."

"But whether or not you can become a believer in my Lord is not that I speak, but..."

An inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on the saint's face, which was covered by a hood.

"It's up to me."

"Do you want to think about it?"

As soon as the words fell.

Dense goosebumps were suddenly born on the body of the tiger-headed demon, like a dark, cold, biting breeze suddenly blowing, sweeping through its body.

And when it looked up at the saint with difficulty, it only felt that the strong aura on the other party's body suddenly had a strange change that could not be explained.

It's not just that.

This is true of all the demons that lie in the dirty, silent alleys.

They begin to feel fear.

It's like the despair and fear that arises in the hearts of human beings when they first learn about the strange existence of demons.

"That'...... Forget it, I promise that no one will ever believe in it again..."

After thinking about it several times by the fast-moving tiger head demon, he finally swallowed his saliva, and the eyes that were blown out and only one of them were left revealing a cowardice and timidity.

"It's too late."

The saint smiled.

"The ritual of our lord has begun."

As soon as the words fell.

The atmosphere in the dark and dirty alley suddenly changed violently, as if it was cut off from the world by an indescribable mysterious force, and wisps of gray and black smoke wafted from the surrounding dark environment, like a myriad of mysterious whispers whispering in it.

And that's not all.

The Tiger Head Demon and his party seemed to feel that there were endless fierce and terrifying eyes in the underworld, and they began to emerge one by one, staring at them as if they wanted to devour them alive, but no matter what factors have not produced action, and their thinking and cognition seem to have suffered some kind of strange distortion at this moment, and in just a moment, their brains fell into a complete blank, and they can no longer think about anything.

Meanwhile.

"Huh?"

Lin Yi, who was running at great speed on the street and was about to join Zhang Han and the others, suddenly stopped.

"Saints?"

He muttered to himself, a look of doubt in his eyes.

It was only because he had just inexplicably felt the same connection message as the knight not long ago, but what was different was that the connection message sent by the saint seemed to present a scene that he had never seen before.

And there is a mysterious space full of gray and misty and I can't see the specific appearance, I can only vaguely catch countless wisps of gray and black smoke floating back and forth in the sky, accompanied by bursts of extremely low mysterious whispers like mosquito sounds, giving Lin Yi the feeling that he is welcoming something, and he can understand the general meaning inexplicably.

As the scene slowly moved forward, a magnificent and simple huge gray-black temple was suddenly exposed to Lin Yi's mind, and then before he could take a closer look, the picture turned around, and a stone withered god seat with the same gray and ancient body was reflected in Lin Yi's mind, and the long-term aura it exuded deeply shocked his heart.

Immediately.

Again, less than a second.

The screen turns again.

Immediately after that, a dark alley in Arashi City was suddenly exposed to his mind.

"Demons?"

Looking at the demons lying horizontally on the ground of the alley, Lin Yi's brows furrowed slightly.

"What do you mean by these thick eyebrows and big eyes? Are you admiring his masterpieces for me? ”

"He's not going to really become a violent maniac, is he?"

Glancing at the broken limbs of those demons, Lin Yi couldn't help but feel speechless in his heart.

"Hurry up and deal with it, it's sick to your stomach when you look at it."

Lin Yi rolled his eyes and took the initiative to disconnect from the saints.

And so.

The atmosphere in the alley, isolated by a mysterious unknown force, suddenly intensified.

Those dense mysterious whispers suddenly became hideous and terrifying, and the rich killing intent and anger turned into substance to cover the entire alley, and those seemingly endless terrifying eyes were the same, as if they were extremely angry that the Tiger Head Demon and others had interfered with the mood of the great existence.

"You see, my lord does not accept you."

The saint in the crystalline hood smiled slightly.

The next second.

"I... My body?! ”

The bodies of the demons led by the Tiger Head Demon gradually festered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into wisps of gray smoke and scattered in the air.

The whole process takes no more than three seconds.

They disappeared into the alley entirely.

The gloomy alleys have also regained their former atmosphere, and the slightly cool evening breeze has slowly blown in again.

"You... What do you think I'm doing?! I finally met a heretic! Can I not get excited?! You also know that the only thing I love to do in my life besides seeing my Lord is torturing the infidels! ”

For some reason, the saint's face suddenly changed slightly, and he hurriedly explained in a panic.

He watched as the alley grew weedy walls, as if those seemingly endless dark and terrifying eyes were still there.

"Wow! This pot can be thrown on me?! Okay, okay, my lord is not angry, you bastards are not satisfied in advance, you really responded to that sentence, the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry! ”

As if relenting, the saint nodded helplessly, so depressed that he took a few sips of the cigar in his mouth.

It was at this time.

At the end of the alley, a team of devilmen dressed in the pitch-black uniform of the Demon Countermeasures Bureau suddenly walked in, led by a young man with glasses who looked weak and weak.

"That's... Excuse me, are you Mr. Saint? ”

When he walked five meters in front of the saint, he slowly stopped, and asked with some caution.

"What?"

The saint was unable to find a vent, and glared at the young man unhappily.

"Will you also convert to my lord?"

"Ah???h