"Borrowing the influence of the defeat on the battlefield, he used a lot of resources to build an altar in the city."
The Demon Lord continued, "And then he convinced many elders and that elder of mine to agree to sacrifice the souls of the demon warriors that had died on the battlefield to the starry sky."
Upon hearing the words "sacrifice to the starry sky", Chen Chang Sheng had a very bad premonition. He asked, "Sacrifice to whom, and what request?"
The Demon Lord mocked, "It's naturally to offer sacrifices to the Sacred Light Continent on the other side of the starry sky. Those elders hope that the Sacred Light Continent can come to our aid, and some cowardly nobles even hope that they can be sent back to the Sacred Light Continent. This way, they naturally won't have to face the danger and pain of their race being exterminated."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Hasn't the demon race been erased? How did they know? "
"In the past six months, the flames of war have been incessant, and the situation is chaotic. Many rules have lost their effectiveness, and many secrets have naturally been leaked."
The Demon Lord turned to a certain Grand Scholar.
One of the Grand Scholars suddenly paled, and then he began to vomit blood.
The blood wasn't red, golden, or green. It was black.
The great scholar was obviously poisoned. He said painfully, "Even if I don't say it, the counselor knows everything."
The Demon Lord calmly replied, "But you still said it."
The scholar fell to the ground, twitched twice, and stopped breathing.
The Demon Lord turned to the crowd, primarily Xu Yourong, and said apologetically, "My apologies."
Chen Chang Sheng didn't notice, he was thinking about what he just said.
The upper echelons of the Demon Race had pinned their hopes on that altar, so it was naturally difficult for them to do their best on the battlefield, regardless of whether it was subjective or otherwise. In this way, the situation of the demon race will be even worse. And the worse it is, the more they will place their hopes on the altar. That sacrificial altar was just like the swamp outside Xuelao City. Anyone who landed on it would find it very difficult to stand up, no matter how much they struggled. The Demon Lord should have seen this very clearly, so why did he not stop Black Robe? Why wasn't the altar destroyed?
The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I presume that you have already guessed. Correct, I also wish to hold onto this final hope."
Chen Changsheng asked, "Even if it goes against the will of the Substitute Demon King?"
The Demon Lord sighed. "I also didn't want to, but I was forced too hard by you lot."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "You already did it ten years ago."
This was referring to the two Angels that had appeared in White Emperor City.
"There will be a huge difference."
The Demon Lord looked at him and seriously said, "Because the numbers are different."
After saying this, he opened his arms.
His black cloak fluttered despite the lack of wind.
The demonic flames that seemed to have solidified the darkness of the night also began to sway, and some things were faintly discernible.
Those were stone statues. Some were tall, some were short, but they were all less than a foot in height. They were neither gold nor jade. It was unknown what material they were made of.
Some of the stone statues were half-squatting, and some were flapping their wings as if they were about to take flight. The fine details were clearly visible, as if they were alive. They had already surpassed the scope of carving.
Chen Chang Sheng's expression became very serious.
The stone statue did not give off any aura, but it gave off an extremely strange feeling, as if it could come to life at any time.
Wang Po and the others felt a strong sense of vigilance in their hearts.
Just like Chen Changsheng, they recalled the two Angels in White Emperor City, recalled Bie Yanghong.
If every stone statue was an angel, how many of them were there in the forest?
The demonic flames danced unceasingly.
The night was restless and deathly silent.
Many questions had been answered.
Black Robe's hatred for the Human race was truly as deep as the Western Sea. In order to exterminate the Human race, he would stop at nothing. In the last several hundred years, he had hoped to rely on the Demon race to exterminate the Human race, but when he realized that the situation had changed and this mission became impossible, he had immediately chosen another path.
He had mercilessly pushed the Demon race on the path of defeat, using the shortest amount of time to force the Demon race into desperate straits, forcing the Demon race to follow his own pace. He had mobilized countless resources to construct a sacrificial altar and prepare to welcome the descent of the Angel army from the Sacred Light Continent.
"Just what is the meaning of your story tonight?"
Chen Changsheng asked the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord's smile faded. He looked into his eyes and calmly and firmly said, "Withdraw from Xuelao City, or else I will agree to Black Robe's request."
"This is a good story," Wang Po said.
The Tang Old Master agreed, "It truly is a good story."
This story, or to be more precise, the way this story was told, made them feel that the Demon Lord was very extraordinary.
If not for the fact that the Demon Lord had been given too little time and that the general trend had been set, perhaps the Demon race really might have welcomed a revival.
At the start, if the Demon Lord had not invited those historians and scholars, used words like extermination and civilization to create a solemn and stirring atmosphere, and instead directly told this story, no one would have believed him. They would only think that he was using an absurd reason to stall for time. But the Demon Lord did not do this. From the Sacred Light Continent to God and then to Black Robe, he slowly narrated the story, moving one's heartstrings. He had perfectly told this story, historical and weighty, forcing one to believe it.
"But I have a question. What does Black Robe need you to do?"
Wang Po said, "If you have no meaning to this story, then no matter how well you tell it, it would be meaningless."
"What he needs is not me, but this."
The Demon Lord extended his right hand out of his sleeve.
He did not have a stone statue in his hand, but a stone pestle.
The stone pestle looked ordinary, but it was not.
Even the stone pearls on Chen Chang Sheng's wrist responded and lightly bumped against each other.
The stone pestle and the Heavenly Tome Monoliths came from the same place and were made of the same material, but they had completely different uses.
Astral Annihilation.
The secret of the Demon race.
A supreme divine artifact that had not appeared in the world for tens of thousands of years.
In the snowy mountains, the old Demon Lord had died to the starlight summoned by this pestle.
Chen Chang Sheng had personally seen the Astral Executioner.
Afterward, the Li Palace priests had drawn the Astral Executioner into a painting based on his description and sent it to the various provinces.
People like the Tang Old Master and Wang Po were naturally among the first to see the painting. With just a glance, they were sure that this was the real Astral Executioner.
Thus, the story told by the Demon Lord had more truth to it.
If the Demon Lord and Black Robe worked together, using the sacrificial altar and the Astral Executioner to open up a spatial path, allowing the Angels of the Sacred Light Continent to descend …
As the demon flames danced, the stone statues became faintly discernible.
Looking at this scene, everyone's expression became extremely solemn.
Even if these Angels were not as powerful as the two Battle Angels that had appeared in White Emperor City. But based on later analysis, those Angels could naturally comprehend the natural laws of the world. In other words, from the moment they existed, they were experts of the Divine Domain!
Of course, the Human race was not completely unprepared for this most perilous situation. In the last ten years, the Great Zhou Imperial Court, the Li Palace, and the various sects and clans had often simulated the battle of White Emperor City, searching for a way to kill the Angels of Sacred Light, and they had made some progress. However, this had been built on the premise that the Angels were very few in number.
At present, the Human race's experts of the Divine Domain were either heavily injured or in rebellion. If there were so many Angels, how could they win?
Even more terrifying was that … if the God of the Sacred Light Continent personally descended, what would happen?
Would the Human race be destroyed?
The mood was extremely oppressive.
But there were still people who did not believe the Demon Lord's story.
"Isn't this a club made of stone? Do you really think we're clubs? Tian Chui died ten-some years ago! "
Xiao Zhang said, "We prepared for so many years, fought for so long, lost so many people, and you want us to retreat with just a story?"
These words moved Divine General He Ming and a few others.
What if it was true? The Demon Lord was trying to scare them.
The wrinkles at the corners of the Tang Old Master's eyes deepened, faintly tinged with worry.
He felt that the Demon Lord's words were true.
Wang Po and Xu Yourong also thought the same.
Chen Changsheng had once seen with his own eyes that pillar of light traversing through the sea of stars, so he should have believed this story the most.
But he vaguely remembered that the Astral Executioner could no longer be used, and then he recalled the conversation he had heard that night.
He turned to the Demon Lord and asked, "The sacrificial altar is used to break through walls? The Astral Executioner is used to point out the location? "
The Demon Lord replied, "I didn't think that you would remember my conversation with Father."
Chen Changsheng said, "Ten years ago, two Angels descended. You could treat them as slaves, but Black Robe's current plan is clearly not limited to this. If too many Angels descend, what will you do? So you've always been hesitating, struggling. Even now, you still haven't made up your mind on what to do. "
The Demon Lord smiled. "Yes, so I leave this choice for you to make."
Chen Changsheng fell silent.
Now that he thought about it, many of the contents of those ten years of correspondence had been the Demon Lord's methods.
This was a process of imperceptible influence. He was already finding it very difficult to convince himself that the threat of the Sacred Light Continent did not exist.
This so-called choice was more like a gamble. The wager was the entire Human race.
In terms of gambling, Xu Yourong and the Tang Old Master were far better than him, but they had never seen those letters.
The contents of those letters were the cards that the Demon Lord had already played.
Only through those cards could one attempt to determine what the Demon Lord's trump card was.
Suddenly, a voice came from the back of the crowd.
This voice was sickly and weak to the extreme, yet it also seemed extremely smug. Anyone who heard it would easily find it annoying.
"What he wrote in the letters was true, and the majority of this story was also true, but what he said was false."
The Demon Lord turned to the back of the crowd and arched his brows. "Why?"
"Because there's a will to die on your face, and there's also a tinge of emotional pain, but you're not in high spirits. Back then, I used two hours to reverse the situation in Wenshui, and after leaving the ancestral hall, I took a bath on the street. Even if you don't have my romantic bearing and can't do such an elegant thing, you should still be a little more arrogant after completing this reversal. Such composure can only mean that you're lying! "
Ye Xiaolian pushed a wheelchair out from the back of the crowd.
Tang Thirty-Six sat on it. (To be continued …)
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