There was no suspense. The devil of hell had his hand around Isaac's neck. No matter how much Isaac struggled, there was no possibility of getting rid of him. The heavy pressure originating from the depths of his soul almost caused the saint's body to collapse.
The blood is completely stagnant.
"You are... Lucifer? How is this possible? How dare you go deep into Erathia? The armies in the clouds will not forgive you."
Isaac's eyes widened and he stared in horror at the fallen angel who suddenly appeared. The suffocating feeling coming from his neck made him understand that his life was completely controlled by the devil, and he was afraid that he would not be able to escape this time.
"Are you the successor of the Holy Angel?" The Demon King spread his six black wings and said calmly, with an undoubted meaning in his words.
Facing the impending death, Isaac became calm instead, with a solemn and holy expression: "Even if you kill me, it will not weaken the power of Yunzhong City. There will eventually be a new righteous person to replace the Holy Judgment Angel.
Your plan will never succeed. Go ahead, what are you waiting for?"
"I didn't say I wanted to kill you." Lucifer replied slowly, "I want you to do something for me."
"What if I say no? Are you going to threaten me with my own life or the lives of the ordinary people below? Just do it. No matter what you do, I will never compromise with evil. I am justice.
As a saint, I will definitely stand against the forces of evil!" Isaac said firmly, unmoved by Lucifer's momentum, and there was no hint of compromise in his words.
Seeing this, Lucifer just shook his head: "Even if you are a saint, you are just a walking corpse. A walking corpse cannot distinguish what is real evil."
The Demon King raised the Supreme Divine Sword with his other hand, pointed the tip of the sword directly at the Griffin House below, and said to the Saint:
"You said you want to be incompatible with evil, so you might as well open your eyes and take a good look. Let's make a bet. From those walking corpses, you will see the real evil, which is the evil you cannot tolerate. You
You can stop this process at any time, but the moment you speak, you lose. Once you lose, you have to do one thing for me."
"What if I win? Are you just going to let me go? As an arrogant king, don't you dare to offer an equal bet?" Isaac, who had already put his life and death at risk, asked sternly
.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me." Lucifer said calmly, "However, as you said, the bets are completely equal. If you win, you can also ask me to do one thing, anything.
Counted."
"What?" Isaac was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was a rare opportunity. The proud Lucifer would not tolerate himself breaking his promise. If he could win this bet, the situation of the entire Doomsday War would be different.
Maybe everything will change because of this.
"I promise you, but you can't control the minds of those humans." After a moment of silence, Isaac finally said.
"I won't do it. Everything is their own choice."
As Lucifer finished speaking, he released the hand that was tightly restraining Isaac's neck. Isaac moved his neck slightly and coughed a few times. After breathing heavily, he felt a little better.
Some.
At the end of the sky, the devil and the saint looked down at the people in the Griffin House.
Under the leadership of Irene, the girl Sania wandered around the Griffin House and quickly became familiar with the nearby environment.
The canteen that can accommodate hundreds of children, the slightly crowded public dormitory, the long-dead garden in the front yard, the training ground in the backyard where boys gather together, and the main classroom where knowledge is learned, everything is displayed in front of Sania
.
"I heard from those boys that Dean Cavo once studied at the Knight Academy in White Rock City, and many of the facilities in the Griffin House were built to imitate the regular Knight Academy." Irene introduced to Sania with a smile, "
Speaking of Dean Cavo, when the undead were plundering a few years ago, thanks to him uniting with the nobles in Mingyue City to find a way to build a defense line, we were protected from the undead. With him here, we don’t have to worry about being hurt.
."
Sania listened carefully, but suddenly she heard a strange noise, and following the sound, she saw a drunkard with a pungent smell all over his body in the flower bed with dead crops in the front yard, falling headlong in the middle of the flower bed.
Children covered their mouths and passed by the drunk man, but no one wanted to approach him.
"Who is he?" Sania asked with a puzzled face. The scene in front of her was a bit strange.
"He? He is the husband of Ms. Madley, the manager. I heard that he once had talents far beyond ordinary people. He was promoted to a fourth-level official professional at a young age. He was once the most popular person in the entire Mingyue City. According to this momentum
It seems that in the future, there is even hope to hit the threshold of the sixth-level epic professional and become a high-level powerhouse that even the city lord has to rely on. However, after an injury, his strength plummeted, and he finally collapsed and drank all day long. In short, you saw him far away
Just click." Irene looked at the drunk man coldly and said calmly.
Sania nodded in understanding. At this moment, a rush of footsteps came from outside the front yard, and several children hurriedly ran in from the door, with a slight panic in their expressions.
"Valente, what happened over there?" Seeing one of the slightly older teenagers, who was vaguely the head of the children, Erin's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but ask him.
"It's the city lord. The city lord saw the vision left by the saint, so he led a team to investigate." The young man named Valente replied, his eyes especially lingering on Sania, "So, she
Is she the girl brought by the saint?"
"Your eyes will go straight when you look at it." Irene looked a little dissatisfied and snorted.
Valente laughed: "No way, I'm just very curious. Being brought here by a saint, there must be something special about her, but no matter how special she is, she can't compare to my Irene.
She is so special, my Erin is the most special girl in the world."
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Irene's face turned red and she raised her hand to strike, while Valente dodged as if begging for mercy.
At this moment, Irene seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but remind him: "Valente, your father is drunk in the front yard again. You'd better take him away quickly to avoid offending the city lord.
Your Excellency."
Hearing this, the young man quickly looked towards the front yard and saw the drunk man lying in the flower bed at a glance. His face turned blue and white. He wanted to go and pull the drunk man away. There was also a faint fear in his expression. In the end, he just
Said: "I'll go find my mother to deal with it."
After saying that, he quickly ran towards the interior of the Griffin House, shouting Madeli's name loudly.
Before the boy could return, the sound of neat footsteps came from outside the front yard. Surrounded by many Crusaders in iron armor, the city lord on crutches walked in slowly.
In order to ensure that the speed was consistent with the stumbling city lord, the Crusaders stepped very high, but barely moved when they fell. This motion of standing still not only slowed down their speed, but also made their pace worse.
Tread louder.
Amidst the noise of footsteps, the drunkard who was drunk in the flower bed was awakened by the sound at this moment. He opened his hazy eyes and saw the Crusaders passing in front of him. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but
I spit it out directly.
One of the crusaders was vomited all over by a drunkard. He was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked the drunken man down. He then raised the sword in his hand, ready to drop it at any time. The other crusaders also made preparations to meet the enemy.
, even the city lord was alarmed.
Many children covered their eyes at this moment, almost daring not to look at what happened next, as if something terrible was about to happen.
"Wait a minute..."
Seeing that things were about to be completely irreversible, a rush of sound came from the back of the Griffin House. The old Dean Cavo ran out panting, and with him came the young man who went to look for the person, and
A tall, thin, middle-aged woman.
When the middle-aged woman saw the drunkard lying on the ground, she couldn't help but cover her mouth, and quickly called Valente, preparing to pull the drunkard away together.
"Don't scare the children." The city lord, who had limited mobility, showed a magnanimous side and did not embarrass them. Instead, he ordered the escorting Crusaders to put away their weapons and let a few people leave.
Seeing this, Dean Cavo also breathed a sigh of relief. If the city lord insists on pursuing this matter, it will really end badly in the end, so he stepped forward to greet him and said: "I don't know what a good day it is today. We just welcomed the saint."
Your Excellency, now we have welcomed the Lord of the City. Normally, this would be something worth celebrating."
The city owner exchanged a few words with him and then got to the point: "I wonder if Your Excellency, the Saint, has mentioned the strange situation in the world and the problems that plague us all. When all the crops in the fields die, how will the food problem be solved?
."
Dean Cavo replied: "His Excellency the Saint promised to find a way to solve this matter. He will feedback the news to the Stigmata. We just need to wait."
The city lord shook his head: "For such a big matter, even if there is no report from the saints, it is impossible for the stigmatists in the clouds not to know about it. However, the oracle to solve the problem has never been issued... Perhaps for this matter, the stigmata
Each person has his own considerations, and I don’t think the current problem can be solved by relying solely on the saints’ reports.”
Dean Cavo remained silent. He also understood the matter, but he was hopeful and did not want to think about the worst outcome. However, he heard the city lord say again: "I heard that the saint also brought a girl. She is here."
Where?"
Under the guidance of Dean Cavo, the city lord on crutches also came to Sania.
It was only now that Sania could see the face of the city lord clearly. His two eyes were bulging high, and the surface of the eyeballs seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. It made people wonder whether he could really see the outside world clearly.
, his face is also filled with fire-like wrinkles, which looks terrifying at first glance.
Sania took a step back as if she was frightened. The city lord noticed her move, squatted down in front of her, and explained: "Girl, don't be afraid, I am a real human being. These are all left to me by evil magic.
Traces, when the overwhelming cloud of death came towards me, I had to open my eyes to see the road ahead clearly. Although I escaped from the sweeping cloud of death, there are some things that I can't go back to." Listening to the city lord's words, the girl gradually let go of her guard and asked in a low voice: "Did Rhodes turn you into this?"
"You mean the Lord of the Undead who conquered Brakada? No, I don't have that much ability to escape from the Lord of the Undead. This was just the work of a group of wandering corpse witches." The city lord shook his head.
He shook his head and said, "Now it's your turn to answer my question. Did the saint who brought you here leave you any badges or flags to prove your identity?"
"Does this pendant count?" Sania thought for a while and took out the badge pendant left by Isaac.
The city lord took the seal pendant, carefully held it in front of his cloudy eyes, and stared at the content on it carefully. After a while, he came to a conclusion and said: "This is the sacrificed person of ancient Erathia.
The sign of Saint Isaac...I believe that the arrival of this saint must have his own meaning."
After returning the seal to Sania, the city lord turned his attention to Dean Cavo again: "My original proposal is still valid. The arrival of Saint Isaac has proved that my idea is right. When the world falls into chaos
In the darkness, only if we take the initiative to do something can we save ourselves in the end."
Dean Cavo just shook his head: "We can't do that."
"Why not? In ancient Erathia, Saint Isaac sacrificed himself in exchange for miracles. We only need to imitate the ancient saints and offer our pure and innocent souls to the Stigmata, and wait until God
The moment the miracle comes, food will no longer be a problem." The city lord said in a rough voice, "Your and my souls have long been infiltrated by the world, and only the souls of children can be called pure and flawless..."
Before the city lord finished speaking, he was categorically interrupted by Dean Cavo: "As long as I am alive, I will not allow you to do this!"
Seeing this, the city lord just shook his head, and the light in his cloudy eyes became even dimmer: "The food stored in the city lord's mansion is enough to last for several years, until the day when the Erathians solve the food shortage problem, but you can't last that long.
You'd better pray that Saint Isaac can return with a solution to the problem before you run out of food, otherwise, my conditions will not change."
After saying that, the city lord gathered up his team and left. Dean Cavo, who stayed behind, stared at his back and remained silent. The children nearby also sensed some unusual meanings from the conversation between the two. In the past,
Laughter was completely replaced by sighs at this moment.
Only when they think of the saints who have gone away, will the eyes of the children regain their sparkle. Everyone believes that before all the food is eaten, the saints will return with a solution to the problem. By then, everyone will