With the other party's permission, Isha was overjoyed.
Only such an existence can ignore the number of enemies and end a catastrophe.
Although she may pay more afterwards, Yisha can only take care of the present first.
In the void, a card appeared.
The card shows a fiery devil holding a ram-patterned banner in one hand and a trombone in the other.
"Devil God's order."
"Explanation: This card represents the will of the demon god. It pays attention to the world you are in and allows you to use its name to act."
Isa holds the card and looks to the sky.
Demons have adapted to the way humans attack.
They are more skillful at killing the rebels.
The situation for the Crusaders is precarious.
Too many people died in battle, and some positions were on the verge of collapse.
The war slipped into a one-sided situation.
In a moment's time, the resisting humans will be slaughtered by the demons all over the sky.
At this moment, a holy light attracted everyone's attention.
The surviving crusaders all looked over.
The pope spread his holy wings and stood on the ruins of the church.
"It's the Pope!"
"It's saved!"
People were crying and crying.
Great Saint Hutt looked around, but he didn't see his brother.
"Ivan..." He fell to the ground in a daze.
The vast holy light embraced the pope and ascended to the sky, like a newborn morning star.
Ten cards were held in her hand.
"Stop," she shouted.
All the crusaders who were still resisting stopped their attacks.
Those demons sensed that something was wrong, and stood in mid-air, looking at her vigilantly.
"In the name of the Lord of Evil Spirits, I will give you one last chance to end this war and never invade again," the Pope said.
As soon as the words fell, she dialed the "Devil God's Order".
The cards scattered like crumbs of starlight.
The contract card activates.
In her hand, the remaining nine cards suddenly jumped into the air and spoke at the same time.
"See my flag, listen to my commands, obey my will."
Nine palm-sized cards, speaking such majestic words, seemed ridiculous and absurd.
The demons looked at each other.
One of the demons waved his hand and shot a sharp golden glow, beheading several crusaders.
The demon looked at the Pope provocatively.
The Pope chuckled.
She said to the nine cards: "They don't obey your order, I ask you to come."
"Yes." Nine cards responded together.
The Pope moved his hands quickly, and assembled the nine cards into a pattern.
These cards are some strange torsos, organs.
After being spliced together, the entire card becomes a bit larger, forming a giant card.
It's not even like a card, it's like a small mural.
On the mural, a handsome young man stands on the back of a ram, holding a white rose in one hand and a spear in the other, with blood-colored feathers behind him and a black holy ring on top of his head.
Around this handsome young man, eighteen gray evil spirits surrounded him. They lowered their heads, assuming a posture of obeying orders.
The Pope faced the giant card and made prayers with both hands.
She whispered softly: "Cursed fallen angel, master of evil spirits, king of the nine hells, incomparable Asmodeus, I call you to share the rare spirit."
The giant card turned into a puff of white smoke.
The voices of nine people speaking at the same time sounded: "Although there is a contract, you disturbed my slumber. As an apology, you have to accompany me in the eternal night for several days."
Yisha avoided the other party's words and said cautiously: "According to the contract, I will share with you the rare souls before these eras."
The white smoke dissipated.
A figure appeared.
It was the handsome man on the card.
It seemed that he was restricted by something, his figure was illusory and unreal, it looked like a transparent illusion.
He didn't have any weapons in his hands, let alone mounts and followers.
The handsome man looks around.
The ferocious demon who attacked before swung a golden thread tentatively.
The golden thread split the space, and it was in front of the handsome man in an instant.
"Stupid."
The handsome man said.
The golden thread disappeared in front of him, but appeared from behind the ferocious demon.
The Majin was cut in two by his own attack.
This scene pissed off all the devils.
They roared and rushed towards the handsome man.
The handsome man sighed and said, "A group of lambs without knowledge can't even see the law of cause and effect."
"Isa, even such a thing, you have to summon me, I am starting to question the contract with you."
"That's not the case, Asmodeus, they all come from hell." Isa said anxiously.
"Hell?" Asmodeus laughed, "they don't have hell on them—"
He stopped suddenly and turned his gaze back to those demons.
"I see. You mean, they come from that piece of hell that this world connects to."
When they were talking, those demons had already rushed up, roaring and attacking.
Asmodeus yawned and read: "Any offense to me is a blasphemy against Purgatory."
As soon as the words fell, all the devils were in the air together.
They are motionless, including their expressions and movements, all fixed in an instant.
Asmodeus flew forward and gently snapped off a demon's head.
He put his fingers into the other's neck, got some blood and flesh, and licked it with his tongue.
Asmodeus said intoxicated: "Wonderful undead, immortal undead, I feel the power of the law of the underworld."
"However, is it strange that dead souls appear in the human world?"
"... Interesting, there must be something wrong here."
"Could it be that the hell gods and demons here have caused some trouble?"
Asmodeus' expression sank.
He said: "Isha, prepare a thousand living people to sacrifice, and I will come to this world to help you."
"Follow your will, Your Excellency." Isa said.
"You did a good job this time. I will use the power of the nine layers of purgatory to expand the upper limit of another card for you."
"Thank you, Your Excellency." Isa said happily.
"Let's go." Asmodeus said.
"But... what about them?" Isa hesitated.
She pointed to the thousands of demons in the sky.
"The laws of hell in your world are out of control, and their souls are in my hands."
Asmodeus spread his hands.
Dense dots of light appeared in his hands.
"A bonus, no?" He chuckled.
"You are amazing." Isa said sincerely.
"I won't talk nonsense, hurry up and prepare the sacrifice, I want to come over and see what's going on."
"Yes, Lord Asmodeus."
After Isa finished speaking, she landed in a hurry and began to arrange the corresponding matters.
Asmodeus stopped in mid-air and glanced at Isa without a trace.
The precious soul who has been to Kirishima... This is what I have been longing for.
As for what's wrong with this world, I don't bother to care about it.
—It must be a big deal to cause a problem with the gods and demons who rule a hell.
Even if he is the master of the Nine Levels of Purgatory, he shouldn't be involved in such unknown horrors.
Come into this world with a sacrifice.
Get Isa and leave immediately.
This is what I have to do.
Asmodeus made up his mind quickly.