Clary had been an honorable member of the Sacred Army when she was alive.
Her father had died on the battlefield against the demons, so Clary had gone to the frontline to fight against the demons.
Clary also had a cowardly younger brother. When she first joined the Sacred Army, this younger brother actually volunteered to become a member of the Sacred Army.
At first, Clary had thought that this guy had grown up, but during the battle at the frontline, Clary realized that this guy simply couldn't leave her side.
But now that she thought about it, Clary would rather this guy stay in the Holy City and not go to the frontline.
In the last battle before her death, Clary had seen her younger brother die in front of her, his neck broken by a demon.
This was Clary's last memory. When she woke up again, she was in the Priestess Hall at the frontline, as a Chaos Demon …
Clary had been hiding in the Realm of Devils for almost three years. The only thing that kept her alive in this broken state was the gradual weakening of the Realm of Devils.
But recently, the weakening of the Realm of Devils had slowed down. Not only that, she had also seen human figures in the Realm of Devils.
She was only a step away from her goal, but Clary couldn't find a chance.
Now, things were even worse. Their identities in the Realm of Devils might have been exposed.
"Sister …"
"Cut the crap. Give me control of the body."
Clary regained control of the Chaos Demon. She gripped the longsword hanging on her waist and went behind the door of the stronghold.
Her soul perception spread out with Clary as the center. The aura outside the stronghold was not that of an ordinary demon …
The sound of knocking echoed in the house.
"Syrok! Are you in there? I need to talk to you. "
A female voice came from outside the door. Clary remembered that she was a Blood Clan Watcher.
She was also the adjutant of the second princess, so Clary had tried to get close to her in order to get some useful information.
"Sister, I don't think you're here to catch us …"
"Shut up!"
What made Clary furious was that her good-for-nothing brother seemed to have fallen in love with this dangerous Blood Breed.
"I'm here … Lady Pester."
While Clary scolded her brother in her soul, she controlled the body to reply.
She had to play the role of a Chaos Demon Overseer.
Clary walked to the door of the room and opened it. The vampire watcher was standing in the doorway. When Clary saw the figure standing behind her, her nonexistent nerves instantly tensed up.
Second Princess Cecily, who managed the entire Demon World, and one of the four Dukes of the Demon World, the Blood Duke!
These two existences alone were equivalent to the descent of a Demon King.
"What's up?"
Clary maintained her composure and cautiously asked the two important people what they were planning to do here.
"Syrok … Are you the soldier who retired from the battlefield?"
Second Princess Cecily walked up to him, sizing up the tall and sturdy Chaos Demon.
She remembered the origins of every Overseer under her command. Many years ago, this old Chaos Demon returned from the frontlines and joined the Overseers.
"Yes, Your Highness."
At this point, Clary could only try her best to play her part and not give herself away. But now she began to think about what she would do if she did.
Cecily looked at her aide, Paster.
"Syrok, the last time I saw you playing as a Holy Spirit, I think you had more than five thousand points on the Stairway to Heaven!" Paster said.
Holy Spirit? Five thousand points?
When Clary heard this string of words, she, who was prepared to fight to the death, was stunned.
"I just reached five thousand points."
Before Clary could come up with an answer, this body spoke first and gave the Blood Clansman an answer.
Monet!
Clary scolded her brother in her mind for doing this without permission.
But sister, I have to answer her, right? Monet said, feeling wronged.
Don't talk anymore! Clary warned him again.
"Five thousand points …" Cecily did not quite understand what five thousand points meant.
But Josiah had gone to sleep after checking the Blood Duke's minions, so he did not follow her.
"Can you show me your Holy Spirit account?"
Cersei remembered that before Josh left, he had asked her to check the other party's Holy Spirit account.
"This …"
Faced with Cecily's request, she opened the magic net with ease.
Clary had obtained the right to use the magic net two months ago. At that time, Cecily had given her subordinates many leaves from the World Tree and raw crystals that carried the magic net client.
At first, Clary had no interest in these demonic creations, but her brother, Monet, was different. In the end, Monet convinced her with the reason that she could obtain information about the human world.
She had been hiding in the Realm of Devils for too long … Clary felt like she was going crazy in this kind of job where there was no entertainment to speak of.
The appearance of the magic net had undoubtedly helped her dispel the boring life that had tormented her for so long …
But Clary did not play Holy Spirit, or rather, she was not interested in any of the games on the magic net. Only her brother, Monet, would spend a lot of time on Holy Spirit every time he used the magic net.
This brother, who had always been obedient to Clary, actually learned to compete with her for time to use the magic net!
Even though Clary always had the upper hand in every fight.
"Sister, let me do it."
Monet seemed to have guessed that Clary did not know how to activate the Holy Spirit, so Clary gritted her teeth and gave control of her body to Monet.
After he gained control of the Chaos Devil, he subconsciously touched the goatee under the bridge of his nose.
"If we make it out of this alive, you must cut off this goatee! Do you hear me! "Clary yelled again.
"O-Alright."
Mo Nai agreed to his sister in his mind and logged into Warcraft's game interface. He entered Holy Ghost Mode and showed his ladder score to the princess in front of him.
"White Goat, seventeenth on the ladder."
Cecily looked at the ranking and understood what a Holy Spirit player was like with five thousand points.
"P-Princess Cecily, I-I don't play this game during working hours," Monet said to Cecily with a hint of fear.
In Kieran's limited impression of her, Cersili's requirements for her job as a watcher were strict to the point of being harsh.
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