Chapter 359

Issa was overjoyed at the other party's permission.

Only in this way can we ignore the number of enemies and end a disaster.

Although there may be more after the event, Issa can only take care of the present.

In the void, a card appears.

On the card surface is a burning devil, holding the banner of RAM in one hand and the horn of trombone in the other.

"The orders of the devil."

Explanation: this card represents the will of the demon God. It focuses on your world and allows you to use its name. "

isa holds the card and looks up into the sky.

Demons have adapted to the way humans attack.

They are more adept at killing the rebels.

The situation of the jihadist army is precarious.

Too many people died in the war, and some positions were on the verge of collapse.

The situation in which the war slipped to one side.

If you have a moment more time, you will be killed by the demons all over the sky.

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

The surviving Protestant army looked together.

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

"It's the pope!"

"Help

People were crying with tears in their eyes.

The great saint Hector looked around, but he did not see his brother.

"Ivan..." He sat on the ground in a daze.

The holy light of vastness lifted the Pope up into the sky, just like the newborn dawn star.

Ten cards were in her hands.

"Stop it." She said.

All the Protestants who were still resisting stopped attacking.

The demons realized that they were wrong and stood in the air and looked at her with vigilance.

"In the name of the Lord of evil spirits, give you one last chance to end this war and never again invade." Said the Pope.

As soon as the voice fell, she stirred the "order of the devil.".

The cards were scattered in a crumbling starlight.

The contract card is activated.

In her hand, the remaining nine cards suddenly jump into the air and speak in unison.

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

With nine cards the size of a palm, it seems ridiculous to say such majestic words.

The demons looked at each other.

One of the demons waved, shot a sharp golden awn, and cut off the heads of several Protestants.

The demon looks at the Pope defiantly.

The Pope chuckled.

She said to nine cards, "they don't obey your orders. I ask you to come."

"Yes." Nine cards responded together.

The Pope's hands were moving rapidly, and the nine cards were put together into a set of patterns.

These cards are all strange trunks and organs.

After being stitched together, the whole card becomes a few points larger, forming a huge card.

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

On the mural, a handsome young man stands on the ram's back, holding a white rose in one hand and a spear in the other. Behind his back is a bloody feather, with a black holy ring on his head.

Around the handsome young man, eighteen gray evil spirits surrounded him. They bowed their heads and made a submissive gesture.

The Pope prayed to the giant card.

She whispered: "cursed fallen angel, master of evil spirit, king of nine prisons, incomparable Asmod, I call you to share the rare spirit."

The giant card turned into a puff of white smoke.

The voice of nine people talking at the same time sounded: "although there is a contract, but you disturb my deep sleep, as an apology, you have to stay with me for several days in the eternal night."

Eschewing each other's words, Issa said carefully, "by contract, I will share with you the rare souls of the pre epoch."

The white smoke went away.

A figure appeared.

It was the handsome man on the card.

It seemed that he was limited by something. His body was unreal and unreal. It looked like a transparent illusion.

He did not have any weapons, not to mention a mount and an entourage.

The handsome man looked around.

Before the attack of the fierce demon man, tentatively waved a gold line.

The golden thread will split the space, and in an instant it will be in front of the handsome man.

"Stupidity."

The handsome man said.

The gold thread disappears in front of him, but appears from behind the fierce devil man.

The troll 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 group of lambs without knowledge can not even see the law of causality.""Issa, you're going to call on me for such a thing, and I'm beginning to question my contract with you."

"No, Asmod. They all come from hell." Issa said quickly.

"Hell?" Asmod said with a smile, "there is no hell in them --"

he suddenly stopped and turned his eyes back to the demons.

"I see. You mean they come from the hell that this world connects to."

While they were talking, the demons had already rushed up, yelling and attacking.

Asmod yawned and read, "all offenses against me are blasphemy to purgatory."

As soon as the voice fell, all the demons were in the air.

They are motionless, including their look and movement, are fixed in a moment.

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

He put his finger into the other's neck, stained it with blood and licked it with his tongue.

Asmod said intoxicated, "beautiful dead, immortal, I feel the power of the law of the netherworld."

"But it is strange that the soul of death appears in the world?"

“…… Interesting. There must be something wrong with it. "

"What's wrong with the hell here?"

Asmod's face sank.

He said, "Issa, prepare a thousand living people to sacrifice, and I will come to the world to help you."

"At your will, sir." Said Issa.

"You've done a good job this time. I'll use the power of nine levels of purgatory to expand the upper limit of the day card for you."

"Thank you, sir." Issa was overjoyed.

"Let's go." Asmod said.

"But What do they do? " Issa hesitated.

She pointed to thousands of demons in the sky.

"The laws of the netherworld are out of control, their souls are in my hands."

Asmod opened his hand.

Dense spots of light appeared in his hands.

"A windfall, isn't it?" He chuckled.

"You are so good." Issa said from the heart.

"Let's not talk nonsense. Prepare the sacrifice quickly. I'll come and see what's going on."

"Yes, Lord Asmod."

With that, Issa landed in a hurry and began to make arrangements.

Asmod stopped in the middle of the air and looked at isa without a trace.

The precious soul that has been to the fog island That's what you've always wanted.

As for what's wrong with the world, I don't care.

-- it must be a great event to make the gods and demons who dominate a hell go wrong.

Even if you are the master of the ninth purgatory, you should not be involved in this unknown terrorist event.

Come to the world with sacrifice.

Get Issa and leave immediately.

That's what you have to do.

Asmod made up his mind quickly.

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