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The Abyss Demon of The Heavens

He is reborn as a demon, traveling through countless realms, planting the seeds of evil and reaping countless misdeeds. "Do you want to fulfill all of your wishes?" Carlo extended his arms and grinned: "Trade your soul for it." This is the tale of a reborn devil traveling between worlds, luring people to sin, and attempting to become the ruler of the abyss.

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Chapter 11 Holy Light Descends

Fear spreads throughout the city-state as blood blends into streams, flesh tears into songs, and the living cry and join the line of ghouls.

The army of ghouls below was already fewer than a hundred steps from the city lord's mansion when Maurice, the city lord of the border city, peered down at it with both eyebrows wrinkled. His neck veins occasionally throbbed furiously as he did so.

What was said by the Lord Bishop, Ron?

Quickly approaching and bowing before the city lord was a knight with a body covered in blood.

Lord Bishop is on his way.

"Good."

The look on Maurice's face softened a bit.

As long as the Holy See exists, a way out of this catastrophe caused by the evil magician is possible.

A slightly overweight old man wearing white robes arrived as he was still speaking. He carried a lot more pain than Maurice did.

Is there a way to exterminate these ghouls, Lord Bishop? Maurice questioned hastily.

The two evil incarnations are the cause of the catastrophe, not the ghouls, said the elderly bishop in a low voice.

Morris followed the bishop's gaze and noticed two individuals on top of the tower at the end of the army of ghouls. Maurice's eyes flashed with hate; of course, he knew what the issue was, but only 10 minutes earlier, one of the sorcerers had crushed to death his most potent escort leader.

A slightly overweight old man wearing white robes arrived as he was still speaking. He carried a lot more pain than Maurice did.

Is there a way to exterminate these ghouls, Lord Bishop? Maurice questioned hastily.

The two evil incarnations are the cause of the catastrophe, not the ghouls, said the elderly bishop in a low voice.

Morris followed the bishop's gaze and noticed two individuals on top of the tower at the end of the army of ghouls. Maurice's eyes flashed with hate; of course, he knew what the issue was, but only 10 minutes earlier, one of the sorcerers had crushed to death his most potent escort leader.

The rumors said that wizards were incapable of defeating commoners due to their lack of physical strength.

It's just complete nonsense.

Because he was too valiant while slaying them, his escort captain, a strong knight who was set to ascend to the highest ranks, had turned into one of the ghouls.

Damn!

What sound counsel can the bishop offer?

Maurice's eyes grew darker and darker.

There is a holy light sealed here that could be able to destroy the bad demons, the bishop said as he groaned and removed a yellowish scroll from his pocket.

However, to use your full force, you must approach them from at least ten meters away.

Maurice had brilliant eyes.

"Ron! Understood!"

The prior knight comprehended the situation right away and readily agreed to the mission.

Morris gazed at the young knight's face while crying.

The ghoul plague had nearly completely decimated the city's knight population, and Ron was the deceased escort leader's deputy at the time.

"Go on."

The honor of the knights will always be with you, Maurice assured Ron as he withdrew the scroll from the bishop's grasp.

"Yes!"

The final knightly salute of his life, perhaps, Ron turned and walked away with a resolute attitude and his right hand on his chest.

Hold on, buy Ron some time!

A ghoul was brutally severed in half by Maurice as he pulled his waist longsword and leaped down the makeshift wall in front of him.

Hold on.

The warring guards screamed, shocking everyone by temporarily repelling the army of ghouls.

Ron moved swiftly through the neighborhoods on each side of the street, and since the ghouls were now all gathered there, it was difficult to see him move.

He could already make out the two wicked wizards' features: one had the appearance of an evil ghost, and the other, despite having a gorgeous face, had eyes that were much more terrifying than the evil ghost's.

You two animals, go to hell!

Ron walked within the scroll's spell-casting range, which was only ten meters away, his eyes glistening with rage.

When you rip open the scroll and let the holy light out, the evil will eventually vanish and all will come to an end.

Although Ron's thoughts were excellent, the demon's attractive face abruptly turned and grinned at him.

Ron was nearly paralyzed with fear.

How's that possible?

That evil smile suddenly emerged in front of his eyes as he fell into another trance.

"You're holding what in your hand. Is it available for loan?" Too late now! Let's go out together. Ron decided in his heart right away and even laughed a little. Even though the demon is stronger, it is impossible to avoid this distance.

For the honor of the knights!

Ron wanted to scream these things before he passed away, but he discovered that he lacked the strength to even scream because his body was being squeezed by innumerable people.

Before he passed away, Ron wanted to shout these things, but he discovered that he lacked the strength to even do so. His body was being crushed against innumerable shards of lead, and he eventually sank heavily to the ground like a big log.

Ron watched as the scroll that had dropped in front of him was removed by a thin, white palm.

A voice then said, "Oops, so it's a magic scroll?" sounding a little astonished.

Then there was the seemingly continuous flow of blood and the sensation that ghouls were savagely tearing at their bodies.

...

The scroll Carlo was holding in his hand, which he had just acquired, gave off an offensive aroma that reminded him of heaven.

The blinding holy light encompassed dozens of ghouls as he nonchalantly tore open the scroll and hurled it at the back of the ghoul army, leaving only a trail of crumbs behind.

'Decent power' Carlo was a little taken aback because, at his current strength, he would likely have to lose to survive if this scroll were to strike him in the face.

"Lucky for me, I restrained myself."

Carlo peered out at the dangerous city lord's residence; in another 30 minutes, this final reef will also be swept away by the ghoul tide, but he was not thrilled.

After the imp was promoted to a higher level, the next level of experience increased to 10,000 points, although only 800 or so people are living in this small city overall.

The imp's promotion to a higher level has increased the next level of experience to 10,000 points, but with only 800 or 900 people living in this small city, his advancement is still insignificant.

Because the system has provided a shortcut, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com, and the return will be much greater, he has chosen to complete this vote rather than slaughter the city.

The sons of God's grace: who are these individuals and where are they hiding? What exactly are the sons of God's grace?

Carlo was thinking when his left arm started to feel hot. The demon design on the tattoo on the demon's head was almost roaring as he pulled aside his robe to reveal a faintly glowing tattoo that had the scorching sensation of a branding iron.

'How could the Son of God's Grace come to us directly?'

Carlo couldn't help but lick his lips as his eyes lit up.

...

Ron had been unsuccessful...

Was Maurice going to pass away here today? Maurice's eyes started to get a little sad.

Bishop, is there an alternative? Maurice took a step back.

The bishop gave a vigorous head shake. He only has a limited knowledge of light spells and healing magic as an ordinary lesser bishop; his strengths lie in chanting and prayer; fighting? he could do it to save his life.

There is just prayer left for the divine light to arrive right now. I believe that the holy light won't leave us, the bishop said, dropping to his knees and beaming with adoration.

As the guards surrounding Maurice fell one by one, his arm holding the blade grew heavier. Human strength is limited in comparison to ghoul might, after all.

Morris had no idea when he would collapse and the ghouls would split up his body. Maybe five minutes from now? Maybe only in a second or two.

Maurice's eyes suddenly burst into brilliant brightness, the reflection of heavenly light.

The air seems to be free of the terrible breath, and a figure wrapped in white light is flying toward the distant tower.

Morris's heart, untamed joy, and pure light—they truly descended!