"The steps of migration must not stop!"
On the front line, a temporary command post in the small town of Byripe.
A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties addressed the attending local administrators, military personnel, and the stern-faced cleaners, stating earnestly,
"Only we need to remain on the front line."
With that, he seriously looked at the silent local administrators and military personnel, then calmly continued after tapping on the table,
"This is an order from our bishop."
The pressure from his gaze was palpable, and everyone except the cleaners felt it, exchanging glances and nodding in agreement.
"Understood, I will continue to arrange for the town's evacuation."
The local administrator, a very astute and capable man, confirmed.
"I will also dispatch some troops for escort duties, to accompany them throughout the journey."
The military personnel also expressed their stance at this moment.
If the bishop had not been involved, they might have had a say even in the presence of the cleaners.
Now, with the bishop's direct involvement, the situation was overwhelmingly one-sided.
"Very good."
Ginias nodded in satisfaction.
As the leader of the cleaners in Byragde City, he understood the reasons behind their cooperation.
Thus, he truly wished to meet the bishop in person, not just through video or second-hand accounts from Marcos and others.
He also envied Marcos and his companions.
"Let's proceed to the next item on the meeting agenda."
After a while.
With the sound of adjournment, the meeting simply concluded.
The already migrating populace, along with the residents of Byripe Town, continued their move.
The already large convoy grew even larger with the inclusion of another town's residents.
The long line of vehicles resembled a serpent with no visible end, the rumbling of engines undulating as puffs of dark exhaust vanished into the air.
Ginias stood on a high platform, watching expressionlessly.
Moving with families was no easy task, even if each household had a vehicle.
But there was no choice! To stay was to die or become fodder for demons.
"Lord Ginias."
Just then, a very urgent voice reached his ears.
Ginias frowned and looked toward the source.
A man dressed in a cleaner's uniform hurried over.
"The equipment left in Suzdal Town has detected that the spirits have begun to move."
"Damn!"
Hearing this, Ginias couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Since yesterday, the infected spirits had been moving faster.
And their evacuation had never stopped, constantly on the move.
Yet, the distance between them and the spirits was closing.
Ginias's expression grew colder as he took the device his subordinate handed him, examining the screen:
"Do we know exactly where they are now?"
"The equipment in Narola North City hasn't been triggered yet."
Hearing his subordinate's reply, Ginias felt a subconscious relief.
According to the plan, they would retreat as the spirit group advanced, maintaining a distance of two towns between them.
This buffer zone also gave the people time to evacuate.
So when the spirit group attacked the next town, they would retreat to the subsequent town, leaving the previous one empty except for the scattered detection equipment.
Once the equipment was triggered, it meant the spirit group had arrived.
And Narola North City was just the first contact point between the two towns.
"We should still have time."
Ginias handed back the device to his subordinate and decisively said,
"Tell them to speed up, throw away anything non-essential."
His subordinate, just after receiving the tablet, slightly nodded in acknowledgment.
But Ginias, thinking of something, added,
"All losses will be compensated by the authorities and the church."
"Yes!"
His subordinate nodded again and hurried away.
Ginias subconsciously turned back to look at the flow of vehicles, took a deep breath, and prepared to descend from the platform.
However, just as he moved towards the checkpoint.
Another incident occurred.
The detection equipment in Narola North City was suddenly triggered, indicating that spirits had now appeared there.
The distance between the two parties was just one town.
"It's not the infected spirits!"
Ginias appeared at a newly established checkpoint, his face growing even darker.
Who would have known that just after they moved, the steps of the spirits had instantly encroached upon Narola North City.
"It's the animals between Narola North City and Suzdal Town; an animal has led the infection of the entire area."
Ginias stared at the empty wilderness ahead, saying darkly,
"Prepare for battle, and if it's not human, there's no need to hold back."
Continuing, Ginias felt extremely disgusted, constantly saying,
"Try not to use firearms, just cold weapons.
Otherwise, we all risk immediate infection, falling into infighting, and even if we die or become infected as spirits, we must at least take down one spirit before that."
His words were broadcasted over a loudspeaker.
Tr
apped on the inevitable route, everyone stationed along the extensive defensive line—from the retreating soldiers to the cleaners—silently drew their weapons, placing them at their sides or within easy reach.
Those were all cold weapons, not swords, then knives, all kinds of blades were present, but noticeably absent were firearms.
With years of tangled interactions and combat experience, these soldiers and cleaners at the front lines were well-versed in the demonic infection mechanisms.
The reason for not using firearms was due to one of the seven guidelines: do not use firearms to kill them (instant possession or death is possible).
There had been instances where soldiers using firearms to kill spirits resulted in immediate infection, leading to total infighting, leaving a field of corpses behind.
The last survivor also committed suicide with a gun just as the cleaners arrived.
"This is the terrifying aspect of demons, and this is just their accompanying infection mechanism."
Ginias muttered to himself, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
His cold weapon was a knight's sword passed down from his ancestors, who had been Templar knights.
It seemed they had also once slain a demon, allowing them to advance in their holy orders.
The narrow front line presented different scenes before and behind.
Behind Ginias and those ready to withstand the impact was an empty and eerily calm wilderness.
Behind them was a scene of families on the move.
Due to Ginias's orders.
As the escort soldiers and local administrators got involved, the pace of the people's migration began to accelerate.
Time passed.
When Ginias received notification that the detection equipment placed in advance had been triggered,
the people behind had just started moving, with the rear of the column just stepping on the road.
"It seems that battle is unavoidable," Ginias said calmly.
His words still reached everyone's ears through the loudspeakers.
"We need to buy some time for the people behind."
Hearing the announcement, everyone took a deep breath and quietly took up their cold weapons.
No one shrank back; the calm atmosphere shifted, and even without actual combat, a scent of gunpowder seemed to suddenly permeate the air.
After an unknown amount of time.
Activity finally began in the wilderness.
Ginias touched the ground with his hand; he could feel the earth trembling.
The vibrations indicated that the number of spirits ahead was not small.
"Prepare!" Ginias's face remained expressionless as he simply said.
Everyone blocking the essential path drew their cold weapons, their faces stern.
A glance revealed a thousand individuals.
The chilling gleam signaled that a melee was about to ensue.
"They're here!"
Ginias casually drew his knight's sword from his waist, watching the shadows that appeared on the horizon and said in a low voice.
Everyone licked their dry lips, staring intently at the shadows that had come into view, their breathing gradually becoming heavier.
As the distance closed, this large group of shadows turned out to be a herd of common wilderness animals.
Wild boars, wolves, wild goats, and more.
All these animals, simply because they ran the fastest.
Ginias's eyes showed bitterness; the situation he least wanted to see had still occurred.
He believed that behind this group of infected animals, there would be many more animals of various sizes.
He also believed that many people would die in this uneven battle.
But now, there was no alternative.
"Engage!"
With only one word, Ginias took a deep breath and watched as the animals that had reached the trap array charged forward and roared,
"Engage."
In the distance, a sharp and sturdy rope was pulled tight.
As the crazed herd charged past, pairs of limbs were left behind.
Blood misted into the air but was immediately suppressed by the subsequent animals that followed.
These following animals ignored the fallen ones ahead and trampled over them brutally.
With the rising dust and the cries of agony, the shadows drew nearer.
The roaring became deafening.
Everyone instinctively clenched their weapons tighter, staring dead ahead.
In their eyes, even though they had set deep pits and numerous traps, these were still brutally filled with the bodies of the crazed animals.
This was a very bloody scene; this group of crazed animals, after leaving many corpses, brutally crossed the trap array.
Ginias's face grew colder; now, the only obstacles between them were the barricades set to withstand the impact.
The most disgusting part was that no matter what they did, they still couldn't avoid the risk of infection; the best they could do was to reduce the risk of infection.
But now, no matter what they did, it was futile because in this battle, they were destined to have people become infected.
One of the seven guidelines:
③ Do not take anything from around them (because it will cause infection, the demon's spirit is as contagious as a virus).
④ Do not harm them.
Remembering these two guidelines, Ginias subconsciously recalled the legendary bishop's and Marcos's excited words.
"I've heard that becoming
a clergyman allows one to ignore the seven guidelines."
Ginias yearned.
"I wonder if I can survive this time."
As he watched the crazed herd preparing to charge the barricades, Ginias, as the leader, could only raise his knight's sword.
"Engage!!" He roared loudly, staring at the beastly faces of the charging animal herd.
The animals had already begun to assault the barricades; they were utterly fearless of death, directly smashing through the barriers set in front with their flesh and blood.
"Kill!"
Ginias moved faster than anyone else; though in his forties or fifties, his strength had not faded too much, and his skills were at their most mature.
The battle fully unfolded, and Ginias directly confronted a few wolves that had breached the barricade gap, diving deep into the formation.
No extra movements.
When they met, it was a bloody battle.
Roar!
Several wolves surrounded him, directly pouncing towards Ginias.
The attack of a wolf always leads with its forepaws, its teeth aiming for the human's neck.
It might be the instinct of a beast of prey, this straightforward method of attack, yet it was highly effective.
The roar echoed in his ears, other wolves also appeared before him.
Ginias's eyes hardened, his gaze becoming sharp and determined, fearlessly striding toward the closest alpha wolf, utterly ignoring the wolves pouncing from the sides.
Without any extra skills, relying on the length of his knight's sword, he slashed at the body of the alpha wolf, knocking it to the ground.
At the same time, he agilely dodged the second wolf's attack, using a quick and precise left punch to counterstrike, hitting it hard on its wolf head with the powerful force of his blow, sending it flying several meters away.
Then, his right hand wielding the knight's sword simultaneously struck, piercing through the third wolf that had opened its bloody mouth wide in mid-air.
Three wolves attacking in a surround were thus easily dealt with by Ginias.
But his steps did not stop, because his field of vision was full of these crazed beasts; three wolves had been killed, but many more filled the gaps.
Ginias's expression remained impassive as he continued to confront these fierce beasts, maintaining a high speed of movement.
One beast after another died along the way, but Ginias found that the pressure from his surroundings was increasing; he felt his right hand continuously swinging the knight's sword getting heavier, and his speed began to slow.
To the point where some of the beasts' attacks he simply could not avoid or counter effectively, and his wounds increased in number.
Even as human screams rang out around him, he couldn't spare the attention to look or offer help.
Time passed.
Ginias became somewhat numb, just endlessly dodging and attacking.
The scent of blood hit his nose, and a pain struck his chest.
It turned out a leopard had pounced on him, biting at his chest.
Ginias was knocked back several steps by the impact, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm against the force, knowing that falling down meant only one outcome.
Roar!
The surrounding roars let him know that beasts from all directions were attacking again.
Ginias's expression chilled, he took a deep breath, turned his knight's sword in his right hand, and with all his might, slashed at the leopard still biting at his chest.
A flash of cold light, blood splattered onto his pale face.
But his strength was waning, and the knight's sword's slash was no longer as sharp as before, getting stuck in the leopard's neck.
Ginias's expression remained impassive as he swung his left fist hard, hitting the leopard's body.
Brutally dragging the leopard's body away took with it the flesh from his chest.
Ginias's face paled, he didn't even look as he stepped forward, trying to dodge the collective bite of the beasts.
But no matter what, his speed had significantly slowed, and he was still knocked down by a wolf attacking from the right.
Roar!
With a blood-filled mouth so close, it was enormous.
Ginias could only dodge his head, his pale face still expressionless, but he also knew his fate.
"Is this my death? So be it."
Just as he resigned himself, Ginias suddenly felt a strange thought appear in his mind, as if it had been deeply implanted there.
"I won't let you infect my mind!"
A fierce light suddenly flashed in Ginias's eyes; he directly leaned forward, choosing to send his vital parts into the continuingly biting wolf's mouth.
He knew this was the demon's infection; he was too familiar with it. The demon's infection might work on ordinary people, but it couldn't shake a determined mind unless it was a prolonged infection or occurred while unconscious.
And even if he were to die, he wouldn't become a spirit.
Just at this critical
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"Thankfully."
Listening to the notification sounds by his side, York felt a sense of relief as he observed the battlefield below.
"Lucky I came here."
The battlefield beneath his feet had escalated into intense combat.
However, from what the naked eye could see, humans were unable to withstand the onslaught of the massive group of animals.
After all, regardless of skill, a human without supernatural powers could hardly survive being surrounded by dozens of fierce beasts.
A quick glance revealed that many humans had died.
This caused York to unconsciously purse his lips, starting to identify each cleaner below by their uniforms.
He directly accessed the accumulated holy power from the nearby Traken Church.
In these brief moments, Traken Church had filled up with converted holy power, and it surged toward a third-level church with a rapid impact.
"It seems that Markalov has already informed the people of Byragde City of my arrival."
Thinking this, York tightened his right hand, then released it and pressed down again.
Holy power inherently has healing effects. While it may not be very useful for terminal medical conditions, it is extremely effective for physical healing.
He released it fully.
York, maximizing the effect, directly depleted hundreds of points of holy power accumulated by Traken Church.
The people below seemed to feel the changes in their bodies.
Ginias felt a warm sensation throughout his body. His previously painful wounds had now vanished without a trace.
He instinctively touched his chest, where he had been bitten by a leopard, and in an effort to escape the leopard's grip, he had punched it, causing the leopard to tear away a large chunk of his flesh.
Now, to the naked eye, it was a bloody mess, but now...
"The bleeding stopped."
Ginias looked up at the bishop in the sky, feeling a surge of admiration and a sense of worship.
But the next second.
He heard what seemed like the bishop's voice right next to his ear.
Ginias suddenly knelt on one knee.
And not just him—all the surviving cleaners on the battlefield knelt on one knee.
They were all covered in blood, looking up with fervent eyes at the bishop in the sky.
"All cleaners, hear my command!"
York said expressionlessly, purposely scanning the cleaners kneeling before him.
"Once ordained as priests, evacuate this place immediately, contact the leader and Father Markalov, and cooperate together.
Set up new churches along the way, and wait for my arrival."
It goes without saying, he was genuinely concerned that the aftermath of the battle might reach this area.
After all, the previous twenty million points of holy power could cover the entire city of Belst.
And Byragde City was roughly the same size as Belst.
"Yes!"
Ginias and the other cleaners below shouted, as if they had found a backbone to lean on.
York nodded, directly using the remaining holy power of Traken Church with the authority of consecration, transforming all ninety-seven cleaners into priests.
After completing this, York stared ahead and disappeared from his location under the gaze of everyone below.
Now in control of millions of points of holy power, consecration had become a trivial task.
Ginias was still dazed, looking at the sky.
"Lord Ginias!"
Several voices calling out brought him back to reality.
"What do we do next?"
Several remaining cleaners began to gather around him as their leader.
Ginias subconsciously glanced at the battlefield, a fleeting sorrow in his eyes.
From the looks of those still standing, many had died in this battle.
"Lord Ginias!"
Hearing the voice beside him again, Ginias took a deep breath to suppress the complex emotions within him. He knew that as a leader, he absolutely could not show such emotions now.
Emotions are contagious, just as terrifying as a demon's infection.
"Count the numbers!"
"Check the injured!"
"Clean up the battlefield."
"Evacuate everyone!"
"..."
Finally, a series of commands were issued, and Byripe Town began to return to normal as everyone orderly retreated inland.
After tending to his wounds, Ginias reappeared at the temporary command post, dialing Markalov's number...
"Just like the power of demons in the real world, they lead to the same result."
Narola North City.
York walked aimlessly along the main street.
This town now resembled a ghost town, eerily quiet as if no human had ever set foot here.
However, the brightly lit houses and the traces of hasty departures along the roads, the abandoned items, all testified to what Narola North City once was.
Most importantly, he gained something akin to what he found in hell from the dark smog lingering above the town.
"Give it some time, and this place will be transformed into an environment just like hell, unsuitable for human habitation."
York stopped, his brows slightly furrowed.
The demons of this otherworld had adopted a scorched-earth policy.
"According to Ginias's insight, this is the first contact point between two towns, and the infected spirits are all concentrated in the town of Suzdal up ahead."
As York's thoughts concluded, he vanished again, reappearing instantly far away in Belst City, where he could hear the sound of holy power being expended.
"I'll check out Suzdal Town next."
A figure appeared over the wasteland between Suzdal Town and Narola North City.
Roar!
Accompanied by a fierce roar, the sound of human footsteps formed a thunderous drumbeat.
"They're all infected."
York hovered in the air, looking down.
Below him, a dense crowd of infected humans moved at a brisk pace, pushing forward relentlessly.
Overall, it resembled the hordes of zombies from movies of a past life.
The only difference was that these infected spirits were intelligent humans, which made them more deadly.
"They are merely influenced in their minds, transformed into zealots who give their lives for their god."
Watching, York recalled the followers of the Satanist cult he had encountered in Thailand.
"There are many, but that doesn't matter."
York focused ahead where he didn't need his psychic senses to see the thick black mist; it was visible to the naked eye.
The dense black fog covered everything, as oppressive as dark clouds threatening a city.
It reminded him of the real-world hell.
As a well-known priest, when not manipulating his abilities elsewhere, he naturally visited hell.
That was when he sought vengeance for his followers, venturing into hell and personally slaying a demon.
Thinking back, it was also quite frightening, so his memories of what hell looked like were particularly vivid.
York squinted his eyes, making comparisons.
The colors were slightly different—hell was red, while this was black.
Still, the essence was the same.
"You probably wouldn't guess, but my power comes from the faith of all humanity."
York thought to himself, summoning even more holy power.
[30 points of magic used]
The thirty points of magic power were doubled in their effect.
The summoned holy power instantly doubled to a significant figure—100,000 points of holy power.
York lowered his head, his heart moved slightly, and he released the holy power within him into the surroundings.
A magnificent and spectacular scene appeared in the air.
The perceptible ripples spread instantly, waves rolling continuously.
Like a typhoon sweeping through, clearing all the dust.
The dark fog that had lingered around was instantly dispersed by these endless ripples.
Narola North City and Suzdal Town, along with other towns, were all engulfed by this power.
50,000 points of holy power were casually expended.
At this moment, York was like a sovereign, his expression stoic as he stared ahead.
"You spared so many lives for two reasons: first, to test or deplete my power. Second, even if I hadn't intervened to save these people, the multitude of spirits could cause greater casualties and trouble, achieving a greater effect.
But you miscalculated. As long as the populace has faith, my power won't disappear, or perhaps you never anticipated I could wield this power.
So, I want both."
Seeing the infected below, the endless horde of spirits suddenly stopping, their numb expressions returning to life, York left a message for the people below and for Markalov, busy miles away, then continued to step forward.
"Don't stop, keep moving forward! There will be someone to receive you!"
"Receiving the people at the front line..."
"..."
As this phrase echoed, everyone on the ground abruptly awakened, all looking up to the sky.
But as York took his next step, he had already disappeared from the spot.
He had restored the wits of these tens of thousands of spirits, leaving behind a very clean area; that was enough.
"Next..."
York suddenly appeared over Suzdal Town.
Here, strong winds began to blow, painful enough to sting the skin.
Under the influence of the thick black fog, the wind seemed like black blades continually striking York.
Suzdal Town had turned into a black town, completely different from the surrounding townships.
Sunlight couldn't penetrate here, much like an event shrouded in mist.
"Not coming out?"
York chuckled, still hovering in the air, his gaze intense.
"Or are you just a turtle hiding in its shell? No matter, then I'll continue to sweep, slowing down your transformation plans."
The remaining 50,000 points of holy power exploded once again.
Endless power emanated from York...
"What's this?"
"What's happening?"
"..."
Those who had regained their wits noticed the situation behind them.
They saw a giant ball of light that could fill the horizon, suddenly appearing amidst a vast swath of black fog.
The orb, like a sun, emitted countless rays of light, piercing through the dark clouds.
In the next second, the black fog was swept away by an invisible hand, disappearing to the extent that it couldn't be seen with the naked eye
.
And the giant ball of light also vanished from the spot.
They all recalled the phrase that had just echoed in their minds.
They couldn't figure out what had happened, but they could see that the darkness in their view was gradually disappearing, including the distant darkness that was almost out of sight.
What they didn't know was that York had already directly approached the original front line of the collapse.
Even along the way, appearing in various small towns' dilapidated churches, he ignored the ruin of the old churches and used his mind power to carve an image of Jesus from a large piece of wood, forcefully consecrating it.
Then, using this newly created church, he immediately converted it, thus starting the accumulation of holy power and setting up the holy protective formations typically used during church establishment.
This method was quite straightforward, much like a plague of locusts,
Back and forth, the holy power York had previously expended was forcibly replenished.
For a time, the situation for both parties completely reversed.
If the demon didn't appear to obstruct, then York's advantage would snowball, and in such a scenario, his advantage would only grow larger.
After some time passed.
After clearing the territory before the collapse, York appeared on the front line laden with numerous corpses, his expression somewhat speechless.
He had swept through all the areas before their collapse in one go, restoring the previous territories and consecrating all the old churches into true churches. Yet, the attacking demon had still not shown itself.
"If that's the case, then I'll continue!"
York glanced at his personal panel and pressed forward again.
His original plan was to see the demons of this other world, and he was determined to see it through.
Only by seeing the true face of the demon could he understand what these otherworldly demons really were.
"Anyway, I still have several hundred million points of holy power to use, let's see who can last longer,"
York's approach was somewhat brute force; he continued forward, ignoring the dense black fog, and began establishing new churches along the way.
"Even if you appear and kill me, I'm just a divine incarnation that only costs one point of holy power to create. But do you still have the strength to destroy my divine incarnation?"
York was not unprepared.
This was his wisest preparation.
"So, today I'm definitely going to see for myself. If you don't come out, you'll die; if you do come out, you'll still die. This is the end I've set for you..."
Arriving at an old town and its many years old church, York continued to summon all the holy power accumulated by the churches, ready to deliver a harsh blow.
The church in front of him was forcibly dismantled, like butchering a bull.
York carefully selected the thickest piece of wood and a foundation stone, forcibly crafting a passable image of Jesus.
In the midst of the ruins, it was very conspicuous.
"Cough."
York looked at the created image of Jesus, feeling somewhat fearful and timid inside.
He wasn't sure if God was always watching, as his actions were indeed bold and potentially offensive.
But this step had to be taken.
He extended his hand, and holy power spread out, completing the consecration.
He now had an additional level-one church, and the new church's data panel appeared amidst the ruins showing the number of followers.
York took a deep breath, treating it like a game, reallocating the faith power from other churches that hadn't been converted to this one.
Faith power materialized out of thin air; in this church, which only had an image of Jesus and a simple pedestal, began accumulating holy power.
"Continue!"
York didn't use his own power; he directly summoned the holy power that was beginning to accumulate in this church and set up a protective formation with a reverse hand.
White patterns of the formation appeared on the ground, radiating light to form a dome that covered the entire town.
Just then, York's lips curled up slightly, and he looked ahead with a focused gaze.
"Finally, you've come."
A claw, larger than the entire town and made of black fog, suddenly swung from beyond the dome of darkness.
A deafening roar exploded, and the black claw fiercely struck the newly formed dome of the formation.
Snap!
The dome, made up of only a few dozen points of holy power, shattered like tofu under the force of the hard claw, turning into broken shards.
The momentum of the claw did not diminish.
The oppressive force and impact in the air could crush an ordinary person on the spot, grinding them to dust.
Under this claw, York appeared like an ant, the wind and the overwhelming force pressing down on his priestly robe, causing it to make sounds.
The divine incarnation bore the massive weight and oppressive forces combined.
"Go."
York's face was devoid of any expression as he softly uttered a command.
Almost endless holy power materialized out of thin air, instantly forming a knight's sword of equal size,
fiercely slashing toward the claw.
The roaring sound drowned out all other noises.
The two forces collided, the giant sword like a moving mountain, the claw like a furious beast.
Boom! The two clashed!
The entire world seemed to tremble. A massive shockwave swept across the fields, the storm raging as if the earth itself couldn't withstand the fierce impact. Low rumbling sounds filled the air.
The collision of black and white forces sparked countless flashes of light, so bright that York instinctively squinted his eyes. He could feel his skin bearing the invisible pressure in the air, his entire body being pulled forward by this force.
Yet, he remained as immovable as a deeply rooted boulder, simply watching the entangled clash above.
Finally, with a snap, the giant claw formed from dark fog was slashed into pieces, and the holy power-formed giant sword also shattered into fragments, the transformations mingling together almost taking over the entire sky...
"Hello, demon, it's nice to finally meet you."
Ignoring the spectacular scene in the air, York shifted his gaze forward, smiling.
Before him, a gigantic creature had appeared at some unknown time.
Dark skin, two red eyes flashing with malevolent light. Long, sharp teeth protruded from its lips, its arms and legs were strong and powerful, with sharp claws and toenails, and behind it were a pair of wings made of black feathers.
The face, though, was human, and ignoring its humanoid shape, it was entirely that of a handsome man.
"Oh, wrong, hello, devil."
Seeing this creature, York smiled again.
He finally understood what type of demons inhabited this otherworld.
The legendary angels who had fallen from heaven to earth, the Fallen Angels...
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