There were a lot of devils on the city wall. There were at least a hundred thousand of them, and the city wall was very wide … But when there were three hundred thousand people on both sides, the width of the city wall was rather narrow.
Leaving aside the Guardians of Light, Light Magic had a natural suppressive effect on the Devil Race.
On the players' side, the defense line of the Shield Warriors couldn't be broken even by the melee devils who were close to Legendary.
Also, they could march forward slowly against the formation and press the enemy's frontline.
Just like that, the city wall was conquered bit by bit, and the number of devils was gradually decreasing.
The battle lasted almost ten hours.
When more and more Guardians of Light and players surged to the city wall, the devils had no choice but to collapse.
The remaining sixty thousand devils retreated from the city walls. They followed very quickly, very quickly.
There was even a large number of stampedes during the escape, and they lost at least a few thousand soldiers.
"The fighting strength of the Demon Race seems to be much weaker than we imagined. William, the Saint Samurai, looked at the devils who had fled far away. He took off his helmet and shook off the blood on it. "Why was the war between humans and devils so miserable?"
It was not just his question, but also the question of most of the generals and soldiers of the Guardians of Light.
Schuck smiled and said, "It's mainly because my people have entered the battlefield."
"I don't think they're that powerful." William, the Saint Samurai, found it hard to believe.
"You can count it. It's been about twenty days since the war began, and my people have killed at least four-fifths of the devils," said Schuck with a smile.
William found it even more unbelievable.
Dinah, the female Saint Samurai, nodded and said, "Schuck is probably right. I've been paying attention to the combat ability of the Golden Sons recently. Although they don't show up on the battlefield often, their efficiency in killing enemies is truly terrifying."
William looked at them, still finding it hard to believe.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask the soldiers on the frontline. They should know better." Schuck opened his hands.
William would've done the same without Schuck's hint.
After the Guardians of Light occupied the city wall, they began to establish temporary camps on it.
While William patrolled the army, he secretly listened to the soldiers' communication.
"Those Golden Sons are really good. They kill quickly and accurately, and they're not afraid of death at all."
"They won't die. Why would they be afraid of death?"
"Moreover, they aren't afraid of pain. When their limbs are broken, they will use their teeth to bite people. They are even crazier than the Devil Race."
"I saw a Golden Son without any weapons. His stomach was cut open. He pulled out his intestines and strangled the enemy's neck, killing the enemy. But because he used too much strength, his own intestines were broken too. In the end, he was rescued by the Priest of the Water God Church. That was horrifying."
The voice of the soldier who spoke was trembling.
He could not be blamed for being timid. When William thought of such a scene, his scalp went numb.
It was too ruthless.
These Golden Sons were much more terrifying than the devils.
Then, William looked at the Golden Sons who were gathered not far away and didn't seem to be very disciplined.
After a long sigh, he went to Schuck. "Is there any way to make more Golden Sons believe in our goddess like you?"
"Take your time." Schuck said casually, "First of all, we have to improve the doctrines. They don't like a lot of outdated ideas in the current doctrines."
William was unhappy again after hearing that. "Who are you to change the doctrines? It took the third pope fifty years to write them. They're the foundation of the Church of Light."
"Because I'm a saint," said Schuck casually.
William was immediately lost for words.
A saint was indeed qualified to change unreasonable doctrines.
After a long daze, he said slowly, "As long as your doctrines can make our church more promising and develop, it's up to you."
Then, he left.
As a matter of fact, William had never liked Schuck.
Before Schuck came to the church, he was the most talented Saint Samurai.
Schuck stole his thunder as soon as he arrived.
On the other side, Roland gave the gold coins to Solisa and was about to leave.
But the chairwoman of the Guild of Girls stopped him. "Wait, we're having a barbecue party. You're coming."
"Barbecue?" Roland was rather tempted.
"After all, you've given us a lot of money." Solisa weighed the money bag in her hand. "It's only right that we invite you."
Roland thought for a moment and accepted the invitation.
But then he regretted it.
It was because the large barbecue party for more than a hundred people was made up of girls from the Phoenix Guild, and he was the only man.
He thought that Solisa would invite other male players to the party.
The barbecue hadn't even begun, and the girls were already asking him all kinds of questions.
He even felt that some little hands touched his butt, but he didn't see who it was when he turned around.
It was well known that once the number of women in a certain area exceeded the number of men, the girls would be freed.
Roland couldn't take it anymore. He snapped his fingers and flashed away, not eating the barbecue at all.
Solisa smiled at the sight.
She felt that it was great. At least, the tension between the guild members and Roland was eased.
She did that on purpose. As a woman, she knew women's nature too well.
After Roland flashed away, he didn't leave the Realm of Devils. Instead, he made a small cloud and flew away.
The small white cloud's mana fluctuations were lower, and it was harder to notice it from the ground.
Below his feet were red hills of uneven heights. After flying for almost an hour, Roland finally found the defeated devils.
The devils were fleeing everywhere. Below him, he also saw some Wing Devils and Succubi flying at a low altitude.
Roland followed them, and about three hours later, he finally saw a black spot on the horizon.
After flying over, he discovered, to his surprise, that the black spot was a city.
A huge city.
Red mud bricks were used to build buildings of different shapes and heights.
Roland had already floated to the center of the city. He looked around and then took a deep breath.
This city was really too big.
It was almost the size of a local municipality.
Buildings were spread out on the ground, stretching to the end of the horizon. Even if it was just an illusion, it still showed the enormity of the city.
Between the buildings, on the roads large and small, a lot of black spots were walking.
The density was almost comparable to the business centers of first-tier cities in China.
What surprised him even more was that a large number of flying devils were flying at an altitude of about a hundred meters in this city.
They didn't notice Roland at an altitude of more than eight hundred meters. After all, the white cloud was so small that it was easy to hide in the gray sky.
Roland turned on the system's video function and filmed down below.
Then he saw that at the center of the city under the white cloud, there was a white building that was about five stories high and covered a large area.
The pure white walls and the red buildings around it formed a sharp contrast.
"That must be the residence of a big shot of the devils. I wonder whose it is."
Roland muttered to himself.
"Oh, you mean the white one? It's mine."
A relatively neutral voice sounded behind Roland. Roland was so scared that his hair stood on end.
He turned his head abruptly and saw that not far away from him, a man was floating in midair, as tall as him.
This man had a very androgynous appearance. His skin was smooth and tender, and he looked heroic. However, his eyebrows were thin and curved, and he had red lips and a smooth oval face. He wore a white shirt and white trousers, but his feet were bare.
His feet were faintly reflecting the light.
Subconsciously, Roland flew back a dozen meters on the cloud, but the man followed him at the same speed as the cloud.
No matter how Roland flew or stopped, he was always five meters in front of the cloud.
Even more unbelievably, Roland couldn't sense any magic waves from him at all.
Also, faced with this man, Roland found that the space around him was disordered. The man had nullified the spatial magic in a certain range just by standing there.
Roland had seen a similar situation with Morris.
A Demon God!
Even if he wasn't a Demon God, he was an expert on the same level as Morris.
Roland wanted to escape, but he couldn't use spatial magic, and he couldn't fly as fast as the man. How could he escape?
"Who are you?" Roland stopped trying to escape. He stopped. "Are you a Demon God?"
The man had gray hair. Looking at the cloud below Roland's feet, he said with great interest, "The magic you modified is quite interesting. Can you tell me how it works?"
Roland chuckled. "Do you think I would tell my knowledge to a random stranger?"
"My name is Paimon. We're friends now, right?" The man said with a smile.
Paimon! That's a familiar name … Roland was briefly stunned. Then, he realized that it was the name of the man who made the portal and tricked him with causal magic.
"I know who you are. You're the creator of the portal."
Paimon nodded and smiled. "I can feel it. You're the one who triggered my teleportation array."
The man's eyes were full of mockery.
Roland was rather angry. "Isn't it fun to trick people?"
"It is," Paimon admitted openly. Paimon admitted it openly. "Also, you're quite an interesting guy. Do you want to be my subject?"
"Heh!" Roland sneered again and thought about how to leave this place.
"Since you're unwilling, I'll have to extract your soul." Paimon raised his hand and snatched at Roland. "But I want a complete life more than anything else. Let me ask you again, are you willing to surrender?"
Roland sensed that a claw-shaped mental cage had appeared next to him.
Almost all the magic elements were blocked by it.
A Demon God!
He had to try his best. He couldn't hide anymore.
Roland was a man who never wasted time. Now that he had made a decision, he would carry it out immediately.
He quickly transformed into a body of fire elements and took the magic power brick out of his Backpack. He was about to stuff it into his stomach, when something unexpected happened.
Paimon's eyes glittered, and his smile turned solemn.
He saw the magic power brick in Roland's hand. Then, he snatched it with his right hand quickly. Roland was bound by five mental powers and couldn't move at all.
He couldn't move even in his fire elemental form. He was holding the blue magic power brick and about to stuff it into his stomach.
Paimon floated close and was only a meter away from Roland. He curled his finger, and the magic power brick flew out of Roland's hand and fell into his hand.
He observed it carefully for a moment and said to Roland, "The foundation of the floating city! Why do you have such a thing? "
Although Roland was bound, he could still communicate with mental power in his fire elemental form.
"I picked it up."
Paimon, however, wasn't convinced. He extended his left hand and scratched the magic power brick with the tip of his transparent, beautiful fingernail.
The magic power brick that was unbelievably hard was covered in a layer of blue powder.
Then, he tasted the powder and said, "This is the best solid substance of magic power. It's full of your scent. You dare say that you picked it up? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
Roland chuckled. "Who knows?"
Although he couldn't move, and he knew that he couldn't defeat Paimon, Roland didn't think that he should beg for mercy.
Wasn't he just a Demon God? Even if he died this time, he wouldn't drop a level even if he lost a lot of EXP.
He could always do more quests later to make up for the EXP he lost. He could be resurrected anyway.
"Give me the method to make the foundation of the floating city, and I can let you go." Paimon tossed the magic power brick in his hand.
Roland was still chuckling.
Paimon floated close. He extended his left hand and grabbed Roland, who was in the state of fire elements, as if he were grabbing something solid.
"Human young man, don't challenge my anger limit. I know that the Golden Sons aren't afraid of pain, but I can target your soul."
Roland's body of fire elements cringed and then said, "Then let go of me first and return the magic power brick to me. It took me a lot of effort to get this thing. You can't take it away, or I won't tell you how to make the floating city."
"Okay."
Paimon loosened his hand and threw Roland back to the cloud. He also threw the magic power brick at him.
Paimon didn't think that Roland could escape from him, not even with his body of fire elements.
After all, the gap between them was too huge.
After getting the magic power brick, Roland changed back into his human form.
The human form was far less powerful than the fire elemental form. Paimon was even more relaxed to see him like this.
He believed that Roland couldn't escape.
It was impossible for him to escape from a Demon God.
After changing back into human form. Roland took a deep breath.
Then, a black scythe appeared in his hands and stuck to the magic power brick.
Huh?
Paimon froze for a moment when he saw the black scythe. Then, his expression changed greatly, and he immediately reached for Roland's neck.
His grasp was as fast as lightning.
But it was too late.
The moment the magic power brick touched the black scythe, a drastic change happened.
A tremendous amount of black mist spurted out of the scythe.
Paimon's grasp directly touched the black mist.
But it was blocked by the seemingly defenseless black mist. His right hand was only thirty centimeters away from Roland's neck, but it couldn't go any further.
"Nether God!"
Paimon roared at the sky.
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