I don’t know how long it passed, but the aftershocks of the explosion had dissipated, and the blazing red that had been thrown up from all directions flowed back, filling the hollow in the center.
Renata spread her wings to protect the two clergymen, the magic array meant for defense shattered by the explosion in one fell swoop, her holy wings charred and bloodstained, with the left wing hanging limply, unable to lift, and her small determined face dripping with sweat.
Gunther held the Golden Rule, chanting sacred texts, and guided the divine power of the angels down to heal Renata’s injuries, restoring her wings to their original sanctity.
Having done this, Gunther was as pale as paper, "The Golden Rule has consumed too much of my thoughts, I can no longer bring down more brilliance, but fortunately, the Thousand-Eyed Demon is dead, and the remaining one has also been seriously injured in the explosion."
"No, the Thousand-Eyed Demon is not dead, its thoughts are still present, and that bat is not seriously injured, it is the lord of this place..."
Renata spoke slowly, the angel’s voice clear and delightful, in stark contrast to her chubby cheeks, "The Thousand-Eyed Demon is assaulting the Hell Gate, knowing he is bound to be defeated, he intends to send his remaining thoughts back to Hell, to minimize the losses of this descent."
As the old adversary of devils, angels were all too familiar with this process.
Once upon a time, the Hell Gate was opened in Heaven, led by Lord Pride, the infernal army attacked Heaven, and the devils, fearing the cost of sinking was too great, used this escape tactic unanimously.
"Now that the Hell Gate is open, will other devils descend?" Gunther asked urgently.
Renata was silent for a moment, "It’s possible."
The two clergymen’s complexions were extremely poor, but before they could say anything, Renata, with one hand, conjured a holy spear and flew into the mid-air with her wings, "I will stop a new devil from descending, but this requires more power, it’s your time to sacrifice."
Gunther nodded, no problem, if he didn’t sacrifice, who would? It certainly couldn’t be the Demon Bat.
To die laughing, a devil could literally die laughing!
Deep in the Flaming Sea, Wayne merged with the Demon Bat’s body, basking in the lava and blowing bubbles.
"That was close, I almost got hurt."
In front of the Demon Bat, the altar had suffered the impact of the explosion. Although there was no serious damage, and neither cracks nor missing edges, the carvings and inscriptions above were worn smooth and became blurred.
"The key must be ruined."
Wayne never forgot his initial purpose, even in the direst of times, he constantly remembered to destroy the opportunity, never to let anyone other than himself take advantage of it.
As one rises, another falls, as one gains, another loses, if others are strong, I am weak, that’s the very principle.
Sensing the oppressive heavy thoughts above, Wayne frowned, it was the thought of the Thousand-Eyed Demon.
A first self-destruction of the body did not achieve the strategic goal, preparing to explode the thoughts a second time, to create a bigger incident and die together.
As a lord, Wayne had the ability to stop the Thousand-Eyed Demon, but in a short while, he could not exploit the lord’s advantage to the limit, groping for a few tricks in the fight, with limited reasoning in hand, unable to have a proper talk with the Thousand-Eyed Demon.
In the depths of his understanding, aided by the lord’s authority, he could completely crush the Thousand-Eyed Demon, even sparing strength to catch the angel and lock her in the basement for a game of cultivation, but after several attempts, he could never find the right way to activate it.
Caught between action and inaction, a frustration stifled in his chest, making him quite uncomfortable.
For instance, Wayne felt that in his own territory, he could come and go as he pleased, able to teleport to any location instantaneously, but he just couldn’t realize it.
There seemed to be something limiting his thoughts.
"Is it the Hell Gate?"
Wayne gazed through the void toward the sky, and what came into view was the vortex canopy blocked by a dark figure, the thoughts of the Thousand-Eyed Demon twisting into reality, shaping a millipede about a kilometer long.
The flat body looked quite similar to a centipede, but its head’s oral apparatus resembled that of a soil centipede, and overall it was more like those from ancient times.
If this thing explodes, the consequences are unforeseeable.
Surge of energy traveled in each corner of the millipede’s body, flowing into the hundreds of tentacles, tentacles wriggling with fangs like oral parts, opening eyes of black magic one after the other.
Facing the Thousand-Eyed Demon, who paid no attention to Renata wielding her holy spear, the angel was not a concern as her divine power was nearly depleted after protecting the clergymen, it didn’t matter if ignored.
On the contrary, the Demon Bat hidden beneath the Flaming Sea was not to be afforded comfort.
Just born, just become a lord and already learned the use of authority, it showed the potential was boundless, if left unchecked, the human world would be at the mercy of the Demon Bat’s wrongdoings.
The Thousand-Eyed Demon was extremely vexed, having come to the human world through a great ordeal to conquer both mankind and Hell for his own sake, not to provide warmth and help to others.
"What I can’t have, you shall not covet either!"
The thousands of black magic eyes emitted rays of black light, rays of death intersected and divided, a vast net spread in the air, blocking Renata while gradually weakening the stability of the surrounding space.
He wanted to destroy the Lava Territory, blast open the Hell Gate, and drag the Demon Bat down to Hell with him!