when--
The sound of the clock is so loud that it can crack people's brains.
It's early morning.
Yi Cha opened his eyelids while half asleep, and the fine gold ceiling of the cell came into his sight.
On the third day after being arrested.
Burning pain all over my body.
Yi Cha gritted his teeth and stood up slowly, carefully moving the chain glowing with white light to minimize the contact with his body.
He had to be careful, as he had experienced the power of the cross chain soaked in holy water many times. The chain is made of real silver, with translucent soapstone embedded in every other section. It is an excellent anti-evil weapon.
hiss--
Yi Cha's exposed forearm touched a bloodstone, and a small blister instantly burned out.
Chaos above... He endured the pain and gently adjusted the position of the shackles.
Bloodstone can suppress the strength of the physical body, and Holy Water of Light and True Silver of Order can block his natural power of disorder. The shackles of imprisonment are made of such expensive raw materials and undergo several processes such as hammering, fine grinding, carving, inlaying, consecration, and oiling. They can be used to capture and control creatures from the plane of chaos.
Like controlling a demon.
Such as him.
To be honest, Yi Cha has no idea why he is here.
Three days ago, he fell into a rift in the plane while walking his hellhound. When he woke up, he found that he had been transported to the main material plane occupied by humans and lost his freedom, strength, and dog.
A hooded human told Icha that he was about to become a sacrifice to the angels, and threw him in this expensive prison.
An offering to an angel?
Icha thought about this argument and it didn't make sense.
It is true that the energies of angels and demons are in opposition, but they have been in a long period of peace for seven thousand years. They are in charge of their own affairs in the two planes of the Source of Order and the Hell of Chaos, and they live in peace and harmony.
Angels asking humans for demonic sacrifices by name is tantamount to breaking the truce in the most hasty way. What reason do those guys with rigid, dogmatic tastes and boring tastes have to do such a thing?
It would be even more impossible if it was directed at him personally.
Yicha is a devil and a scholar. There is probably only one devil like him in the world.
He studied the power fields and energy guidance methods of the nine planes, and then wrote his thoughts into manuscripts, and walked the dog. That was all he did. Such a guy could not have any enemies.
By the way, in his eyes, demons are just a kind of existence that uses the power of the disorder field to live in the chaotic hell plane.
The biggest conflict he had with others was after he wrote "Six Applications of the Field of Power Theory in Will Spells", he had a small argument with the angel Keqier across the plane.
Even this conflict made him become friends with the angel Ke Qier, and they often met secretly for academic discussions.
Thinking of this, he looked through the prison cage and towards the narrow iron window on the wall.
Today is a day for academic discussions. It was time for Kircher to discover that he was missing.
The moment he fell into the rift in the plane, he sensed traces of energy from the laws often used in human secret spells. Following the clues, Ke Qier should be able to find this place easily.
He looked at the magic circle on the fine gold floor. The restrictions here were all designed to target his disordered power. If an angel came, they would undoubtedly be able to easily break it and rescue him.
He looked out the window again.
There was only oppressive darkness outside the window. Nothing he expected happened.
It's past twelve o'clock.
In six hours, he will be taken away and tied to the cold altar. Human beings will raise their swords and fall, and his soul that should have been dedicated to academics will return to chaos.
It seems that the angel is not coming.
He looked away, mentally condemning this guy as either not being generous enough or not being smart enough.
He had no choice but to take the risk as a last resort.
Fortunately, the knowledge he loved gave him this last solution.
That is--
Call upon the gods.
Yi Cha's eyes fell on the exquisitely constructed and expensive anti-demon chain in his hand.
Anti-devil, but not anti-human.
Holy water, bloodstone, precious metals, the limitations of demonic chaos power, are also excellent materials for casting human law spells. Thanks to years of accumulation, he happened to remember a few laws and spells.
A book he read mentioned the method of praying to the main god of mankind so that his voice can be heard.
Right now he just needed to have his voice heard.
…
As its name suggests, human law and magic attaches great importance to procedures. Summoning a human god requires blood that represents devotion and clarifies identity.
Yi Cha recalled, hardened his heart, and bit the fingers of his left hand.
The malevolent transformation spell was cast on him, making him the same as a human being in terms of appearance and physical strength. The skin split easily between the teeth, and fishy liquid gushes out.
Isaac dipped himself in the blood, sat half-sitting, and smeared the mark of the God he had called on the golden ground.
A bull's head mark.
The book mentions that this represents the death of Ifo, the "hand of destruction" among the twelve main gods of mankind.
It was an option he had considered.
It is rumored that Ifo is one of the wandering demons in the Chaos Hell. Four hundred and fifty years ago, for some unknown reason, he came to the main material plane where humans are located and became a god in charge of destruction and chaos.
If the rumors are true, communication with Ifomie, who is also a demon, should be much easier than other gods. Yi Cha had never met this compatriot, but given the chaos, he should have no reason to refuse such an urgent request.
Yicha pressed his hands on the bull's head mark, arranged the real silver chain into an inverted triangle representing destruction and disorder, with a bloodstone in each corner, and whispered the prayer in his memory in human language. arts.
He suppressed his inner emotions and quietly waited for things to happen.
After a while, the law energy in the cell fluctuated.
Black and white floc began to condense from the air, and the light and shadow flickered, outlining the translucent figure of a graceful woman.
It worked... Yi Cha breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the figure slowly appearing, a trace of doubt filling his mind.
The image of Ifomie in the book is that of a tall, half-ox, half-man with broad shoulders. The goddess in front of her looks petite and graceful. Although she also has horns, she is very different from the image in the book.
"Why are you calling me?" The goddess raised her head arrogantly, and her smooth and graceful neck could be seen. She turned her face sideways, first looked at him, then frowned and stared at him, "Devil body... you are not a mortal."
As the words fell, the translucent figure of the goddess flashed, the air was split, and a gust of warm wind blew towards her face.
Yi Cha turned his head to avoid the sudden impact. When he turned back, he saw that the beautiful woman with horns had appeared in physical form. She was wearing a lavender dress trailing to the ground, and her whole body was shrouded in a faint divine light.
This is...the true form of God.
descend before him.
Although he was a god, he was only a human god. Yi Cha was not overly surprised, but felt a little relieved.
Very good, it seems that she attaches great importance to this, so there is a high probability that she will not refuse his request.
"'Hand of Destruction' Ivomit. I am your kinsman, the demon Ichaint Sinkadestu. As you can see, I have encountered a little trouble now."
He gently raised his hand and said, "Chaos above, if you are willing to help me..."
I can give you a book I wrote, "Believers Management and Belief Energy Diversion", or "The Charm of the Devil". After all, I heard that your popularity in the world is not very high, and the number of believers is decreasing day by day, and you are about to be eliminated. The new wild gods squeezed out the meaning of the twelve main gods...
In the end, Yi Cha felt that it was better not to say these words. "I would be very grateful."
The goddess' expression became strange, "I am not Ifomie. He was summoned, and I will temporarily answer the summons for him today."
"Called? Where to go?"
"All the demons have been recalled to the Chaos Hell." The goddess' eyes swept over him, "I heard that it was for the Doomsday War."
