There is no power in this world that can stop Cherubel anymore.
The power possessed by the Demon Prince is beyond the imagination of these mortals.
Those gods who only have one world to support them are not worth mentioning in front of the Demon Prince.
Throughout the universe and eternity, countless gods have been born out of faith.
The power of these gods is linked to the number of believers who believe in them.
The more powerful the god, the more believers he has.
Of course, gods may also lose themselves in this way.
The gods of this world haven't even managed to unify their faith.
One country, one faith, and countless gods, all of which are garbage.
He boasts that he is invincible and that creating the world is as easy as drinking water and eating.
In fact, one at a time is not enough to fill the gaps between teeth.
They rely on cheating and deceiving to gain the faith of ordinary people.
If I have to describe them accurately, those Mao gods are just punks who haven't even left the Novice Village.
Cherubel existed for a very long time.
It was so long ago that even he himself had forgotten his original memory.
Those who lived in the same era as him are either dead or have turned into the dust of history.
Time is the most ruthless and powerful force in the universe.
Those who once claimed to have mastered the laws of time and were immortal have now turned into unknown dust.
They may have existed, but no one remembers them.
Cherubel has survived and has grown to the point where he no longer relies on faith.
Maybe he was never the best one, but he was definitely the one who lived the longest.
Cherubel has experienced countless glories.
He was once the god of a star field, and countless creatures bowed to him, offering sacrifices and praying to him.
He once stirred up storms in the starry sky and competed with other gods for the highest throne.
In addition to its glory, Cherubel also experienced countless hardships.
The race that believed in him was eliminated in the course of history.
The divine realm was shattered, reduced to a rootless demon.
Bound and imprisoned by the Book of Demons.
When it was sad, he was even tortured and humiliated by a human.
Fortunately, the suffering is over and he will rise in this universe.
It's time to make Cherubel's name heard again.
From now on, all living beings in this universe will know his name.
Demon Prince - Cherubel.
“Seven Seals!” Master Merlin roared as he trembled and climbed up again. His powerful magic made his hair fly in the air.
The magic scepter in his hand burst out with an extremely bright light.
Countless magical circles emitting brilliant light appeared in the sky.
The sound of magic music echoed in the air.
Merlin is the most outstanding wizard in the world.
This old master has tamed dragons, climbed the highest peak in the world, and talked with gods. He is the most legendary wizard.
At this moment, in order to suppress the demon, he risked his life to use the strongest sealing technique.
A hole appeared in the twisted body that Cherubel was possessed by, and a black eye with bloodshot eyes emerged from the crack.
The eye stared at Merlin, and an invisible shock was released.
Merlin established a connection with the Realm of Nothingness and was about to sacrifice himself when he was blown away by Cherubel's powerful force.
The old body flew out and rolled on the ground for a long distance before stopping.
Bright red blood flowed out of his body, forming a pool of blood in a short while.
The legendary wizard completely lost his ability to resist.
If he hadn't been experienced and hadn't sealed his mind in time, he would not only have been knocked away, but might have become a slave to the demon.
Several servants hurriedly dragged their master, Master Merlin, away from this dangerous place.
More wizards came from all directions.
The strong fluctuation of magic power attracted everyone's attention.
The changes here have caused strange changes in the sky above the entire Fog City.
Clergy from the Holy Cross Church were also on their way.
In addition, there are other professionals.
The enormous power of Cherubel is constantly pouring into this world, forming a tide.
Everyone felt something was wrong.
If they waited until Cherubel entered this world intact, they would be doomed.
High-level wizards are still working hard, trying to use various sealing spells to prevent the demons from entering.
However, their efforts were like throwing mud and sand into a flood that had broken through a dam; they were simply swept away and were of no use at all.
A dozen demon hunters from the Holy Cross Church, dressed in night watchman uniforms, arrived.
These people have all undergone special training and are the most secretive force of the Holy Cross Church.
Demon Hunters are special professionals trained during the demon frenzy, specifically for hunting demons.
As the natural disasters brought about by the demonic frenzy were prevented and quelled, the power of the gods gradually weakened, and steam machinery and wizards rose.
The church's sphere of control has shrunk, and its sources of funding have diminished.
Therefore, the number of demon hunters gradually decreased over time.
It is also very rare to see more than a dozen demon hunters dispatched at once.
Obviously, during the last joint operation, Cherubel also caused great psychological pressure on the church.
This time, they actually sent out more than a dozen demon hunters and a large number of clergymen, wanting to suppress and expel this damn demon in one fell swoop.
The demon hunter is equipped with blessed weapons, has agile movements, and looks like a ghost.
As soon as he appeared, he threw out a silver cross dart.
The sharp cross dart hit the possessed wizard and easily tore a wound.
The mutated flesh and blood made a sizzling sound.
Cherubel growled in pain.
Violent magic power burst out from the wizard who was reshaping his flesh and blood body.
The demon hunters were like fallen leaves in a storm, being swept around.
A demon hunter was swept up by the magic tide, then thrown out and hit a stone pillar.
The crisp sound of bones cracking gave people goosebumps.
With just one counterattack, all the demon hunters were defeated.
Either they broke bones or they simply lost their breath.
They had no power to resist, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not defeat a true demon prince.
Even the gods they believed in were just bigger ants in Cherubel's eyes and could not stop him at all.
Even Watson, who had experienced all kinds of incredible adventures with Sherlock, was stunned at this moment.
The possessed wizard has now completely transformed.
The swelling flesh and blood tore the clothes. Strange mouths opened on the tentacled body. Eyes covered with scarlet bloodshot were all over the disgusting body, spinning around.
Eerie whispers echoed in the air, as if countless ancient ghosts were telling the painful stories of why they were killed.
With one last miserable scream, the unfortunate wizard's soul let out one last scream before being completely devoured.
The residents of the foggy city all screamed in fear.
Countless thunders cracked the sky, and night fell suddenly.
The sky became transparent, and countless strange things appeared in people's vision.
The horrific and blasphemous scene was enough to make rational people scream in madness.
Strange gales and heavy rains ravaged the land.
Some of the weaker minds have already started crying.
They trembled all over and collapsed to the ground.
The wizards ultimately failed, and Cherubel broke free of the final seal.
Like a wild beast breaking through a fence, its eyes filled with resentment and malice revealed its hunger for food.
All hope is gone.
Even the gods living on the highest peaks of the world were trembling in fear.
In the face of a nightmare of Cherubel's level, they were like weak sheep facing a terrifying tiger, powerless to resist.
There is nothing that can be done except to ravage them at will.
The giant turtle swimming in the void was also trembling, fearing its own end.
Sherlock fell to the ground with a look of regret.
In the end, he failed to save those innocent people.
"Everything will be." Cherubel let out a terrifying roar, but was interrupted by a strange singing.
The singing is pure and full of power.
It was as if billions of living beings were singing praises to a great existence.
Full of faith and full of hope.
The song cleanses every soul.
It does not really exist, but it echoes in every soul that longs for salvation and guidance.
The desperate people suddenly felt that they had courage again.
Those weird things don't seem so scary.
The crying children and women quieted down.
It was as if someone was patting them on the shoulders, speaking softly of protection, telling them not to be afraid of the evil in the darkness.
The terrifying sky was torn apart, and the bright light pierced through the strange scenes like a sharp sword, driving them out of this world.
Cherubel, who had just threatened to destroy the world, was stunned.
All those eyes were dull, and countless distorted faces showed expressions of disbelief.
It seemed like fate was playing a joke on him!
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
This place is so far away from the universe that the Empire can control and interfere with.
How could they appear here!
Cherubel's heart was screaming and roaring.
But his will could not change anything.
The fleet with the double-headed eagle emblem broke the terrifying scene in the sky.
The Anglican ship with a lighthouse installed is emitting light.
The faithful sing in it, channeling the power of the Holy Emperor.
They are really here!
Cherubel regretted that he had climbed out too quickly.
It would be much easier to run if I stayed in the subspace.
Cherubel made a prompt decision and opened the subspace entrance, preparing to escape.
As soon as he arrived, a terrible light burst out from the entrance.
Cherubel's body was burnt, and even his soul was damaged.
The Empire cut off his escape route.
They knew he was here.
Cherubel trembled, and the thought of the horror of that terrible empire made him feel an uncontrollable fear.
Those guys do a lot of chopping up demons and feeding them to other demons!
As a defector, who knows how they will treat me!
Several beams of light fell from the sky.
The Primaris warriors and Inquisitor Vincenthorn, clad in heavy grey armor, stepped out from the beam of light.
Vincent Horn looked much younger than the last time he saw him.
That damn empire had apparently made some kind of technological advancement.
Seeing this enemy whom he wished to crush to dust, Cherubel did not shout that he wanted to torture him.
Those heavily armored Primaris warriors were no pushovers; it was not difficult to pin him down and beat him.
After a moment's thought, Cherubel, who was covered with tentacles, face, and eyes, shouted out the most sincere words in his life.
"Vinsenhorn, the Holy Emperor's messenger, you are finally here!
I've been waiting for you so hard!
”
Cherubel knelt down, prostrated himself on the ground, and began to salute.
Countless tentacles rose up and then fell down with a snap.
The bloated body, as big as a hill, prostrated itself on the ground like a human.
Again and again.
The sudden change left everyone present stunned.
Just now he was looking down upon the crowd, laughing at professionals as ants and gods as super demons who were worthless chickens and pottery dogs, but now he is so miserable.
The visitor hadn't spoken or taken any action yet, but the demon had already acted in such a servile manner.
Sherlock took the opportunity to stand up and looked at the people who had frightened Cherubel so much.
The leader was a young man wearing a gray windbreaker with a shell underneath and a mechanical device installed on his ear.
There is a double-headed eagle emblem on the shoulder.
Judging from the man's appearance, he should be no more than thirty-five years old.
But the other person's eyes showed a sense of vicissitudes.
It's like an old soul placed in a young body.
Behind him were four warriors wearing heavily armor, armor Sherlock had never seen before.
They are too thick and heavy. Even the primitive people in the northern ice fields would not be able to wear such armor.
The height of these warriors is also amazing.
Sherlock felt that he was only as tall as the other person's waist, or even a little shorter.
Are they really human
It feels like a legendary giant.
"Cherubel, you really haven't made any progress at all." Vincent Horn shook his head as he looked at Cherubel, who was kneeling so awkwardly.
This guy dared to defect, and I thought he was a tough guy who would rather die than surrender!
That’s the result
"It is my blessing to serve His Majesty and the Empire. Lord Vincent Horn, I have already gathered all the information about this universe. There is no strong enemy. If the Empire wants to take it, I will lead the way."
Cherubel spoke sincerely and heartily, and those countless eyes revealed the determination to devote all their lives to the empire until their death.
"Aren't you going to explain your defection?" Vincent Horn asked with a smile.
"It's unfair, this is slander, pure slander. My lord, I have been fulfilling the mission entrusted to me by the empire. I am alone and helpless here, lurking and gathering intelligence. I miss the empire and the teachings of the Holy Emperor every moment. Who dares to slander me for defecting? It's a huge injustice. My lord, you must be clear-headed and not wrongly accuse me."
"Then why don't you contact the Empire?"
"I can't get in touch with you, sir. This place is very far away from the universe where the empire is. I am alone here, sir. I am so miserable and sad. But I still remember my mission, remain loyal to the Holy Emperor, and perform my duties conscientiously. My lord, you must say a few good words for me and strive for some credit for me. You must not let down the heroes."
"You mean you are not guilty and you have merits?"
Vincent Horn looked at Cherubel's twisted body and almost laughed out of anger.
As a demon, you dared to defect, and now you dare to let the Empire give you credit!
"Of course, sir. I worked hard and endured hardships just to gather intelligence for the empire." Cherubel pointed a tentacle at the people of the Holy Cross Church: "In order to defend the faith of the Holy Emperor, I even started a war with the believers of these false gods, just to spread the beliefs and teachings of the Holy Emperor. Isn't all this worthy of reward? Even if there is no reward, you can't say that I am a traitor!
”
Vincent Horn shook his head.
"Then tell them, they remember clearly the heroic words you said when you defected. You insulted the Holy Emperor and attempted to flee the empire, Cherubel, you are truly arrogant and bold."
Several shadowy figures appeared behind Vincent Horn.
When those eyes looked at Cherubel, they were filled with crazy smiles, and the sound of teeth rubbing against each other echoed in the air.
Cherubel sensed the presence of those figures, and his tone became tinged with fear.
"My Lord, this is still slander. I am loyal to the Empire. They are slandering me because they are jealous of my loyalty."
The figures slowly approached.
"I have made contributions to the empire. I want to see the Holy Emperor and get a fair trial, sir." The countless mouths of Cherubel made crying sounds.
Vincent Horn ignored them and watched the figures submerge Cherubel.
A shrill scream was heard from within.
"Calm down, Maka, just listen to my explanation."
"I can explain this matter. Everyone listen to me."
"We are all devils, and devils don't make things difficult for devils."
"Ah, ah, ah!
”
... ... ... ...
Vincent Horn didn't care about the demons fighting each other.
Instead, he turned and looked at the mortals from the other universe.
There are many planets occupied by humans in this universe, which may be related to the prevalence of wizard culture.
Crossing the star system isn't that hard.
There were many people gathered here, including wizards, clergymen, and some professionals who came to provide support.
A crisis that seemed unsolvable ended just like that.
That horrible nightmare begged for mercy like a poor creature, which was somewhat embarrassing to watch.
"This world will be enlightened, and you will have your only ruler," Vincent Horn announced to these people. "She will be your only king, your only god."
"Oh, really?" A professional who just arrived said, "Why should we listen to you? Why should we be ruled by that holy emperor? We are fine now."
A gray-armored warrior raised the huge muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the professional who was speaking.
The black muzzle is as thick as an adult's arm.
Many people were so scared that they took a few steps back.
The fact that they were able to easily make that terrifying demon surrender shows that these big guys are by no means useless.
If they were to fire, they might all be killed.
Professionals will die too.
"Then again." The professional said calmly: "Perhaps obeying the rule of the Holy Emperor is also a very good thing. Everyone should support it."