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 have to pay more afterwards, Isa can only take care of the present first.
In the void, a card appeared.
On the card is a devil covered in flames, holding a ram-patterned flag in one hand and a long horn in the other.
"The Demon God's command."
"Explanation: This card represents the will of the devil. It pays attention to the world you are in and allows you to act in its name."
Isa grabbed the card and looked to the sky.
Demons have adapted to human attacks.
They are more skillful at killing those who resist.
The Crusader's situation is precarious.
Too many people died in the battle, and some positions were on the verge of collapse.
The war has become one-sided.
In just a few moments, the resisting humans will be slaughtered by the demons that fill the sky.
At this moment, a holy light attracted everyone's attention.
The surviving Crusaders all looked at each other.
The Pope spread his holy wings and stood on the ruins of the church.
"It's the Pope!"
"Help!"
People burst into tears and shouted loudly.
Great Saint Hutt looked around, but found no trace of his brother.
"Ivan..." He fell to the ground in despair.
The vast holy light embraces the Pope and rises into the sky, like a newborn morning star.
Ten cards were held in her hand.
"Stop," she shouted.
The Crusaders who were still resisting all stopped their attacks.
The demons noticed something was wrong and stood in the air, looking at her warily.
"In the name of the Lord of Evil Spirits, I give you one last chance to end this war and never invade again," the Pope said.
As soon as she finished speaking, she touched the "Demon God's Order".
The cards scattered like crumbs of starlight.
The contract card is activated.
In her hand, the remaining nine cards suddenly jumped into the air and spoke at the same time.
"See my flag, listen to my orders, and obey my will."
It seemed very comical and absurd to say such majestic words from the Nine Palms.
The demons looked at each other.
One of the demons waved his hand and shot out a sharp golden light, cutting off the heads of several Crusaders.
The demon looked at the Pope provocatively.
The Pope chuckled.
She said to the nine cards: "They don't obey your orders. I ask you to come."
"Yes." Nine cards responded together.
The Pope moved his hands quickly to put the nine cards into a pattern.
These cards are all strange torsos and organs.
After being spliced together, the ten cards became a bit larger, forming a giant card.
It doesn't even look like a card, but like a small mural.
In 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. There are blood-colored feathers behind his back, and a black holy ring above his head.
Around this handsome young man, eighteen gray evil spirits surrounded him. They lowered their heads in a posture of submission.
The Pope made a prayer gesture with his hands in front of the giant card.
She whispered softly: "Cursed fallen angel, master of evil spirits, king of the nine hells, Asmode, I call you to share the rare spirit."
The giant card turned into a puff of white smoke.
The voices of nine people spoke at the same time: "Although we have a contract, you disturbed my sleep. As an apology, you have to stay with me in the eternal night for several days."
Isa avoided the other party's words and said: "According to the contract, I will share these rare souls from before the era with you."
The white smoke disperses.
A figure appeared.
It was the handsome man on the card.
It seemed that he was restricted by something. His figure was illusory and looked like a transparent illusion.
He didn't have any weapons in his hands, let alone mounts and followers.
The handsome man looked around.
The fierce demon who attacked before tentatively waved a golden thread.
The golden thread split the space, and he was in front of the handsome man in an instant.
"Foolishness."
The handsome man said.
The golden thread disappeared in front of him, but appeared from behind the fierce demon.
The demon was cut in two by his own attack.
This scene pissed off all the demons.
They roared and charged towards the handsome man.
The handsome man sighed and said: "A bunch of ignorant lambs can't even see the law of cause and effect."
"Isa, you have to summon me even for such a thing. I'm starting to question my contract with you."
"That's not the case, Asmod, they all come from hell." Isa said anxiously.
"Hell?" Asmodeus laughed, "There is no hell in them -"
He stopped suddenly and turned his gaze back to the demons.
"I see, you mean, they come from the hell that this world is connected to."
While they were talking, the demons had already rushed up, roaring and attacking.
Asmodeus yawned and read: "Any offense against me is a blasphemy against Purgatory."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the demons stood in mid-air.
They are motionless, including their expressions and movements, all fixed in one moment.
Asmodeus flew forward and gently broke off a demon's head.
He put his fingers into the other person's neck, touched some flesh and blood, and licked it with his tongue.
Asmode said intoxicatedly: "Wonderful undead, immortal undead, I feel the power of the Law of the Underworld."
"But, is it strange that the soul of death appears in the human world?"
"...Interesting, there must be something wrong here."
"Did the hell gods and demons here get into some trouble?"
Asmodeus's expression darkened.
He said: "Isa, prepare a thousand living people for sacrifice, and I will come to this world in my avatar 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 Levels of Purgatory to expand the upper limit of one more chosen card for you."
"Thank you, Your Excellency." Isa said happily.
"Let's go." Asmode said.
"But... what to do with them?" Isa said hesitantly.
She pointed at hundreds of demons in the sky.
"The Law of the Underworld in your world has gone out of control, and their souls are in my hands."
Asmodeus spread his hands.
Dense spots of light appeared in his hands.
"An unexpected bonus, isn't it?" he chuckled.
"You are so amazing." Isa said sincerely.
"Stop talking nonsense and 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 hurriedly landed and began to arrange the corresponding matters.
Asmodeus stopped in mid-air and glanced at Isa without any trace.
The precious soul that has been to Kirishima... This is what I have always longed for.
As for what's wrong with the world, I don't care.
——It must be a big deal if the gods and demons who dominate a hell can cause problems.
Even if he is the master of the Nine Levels of Purgatory, he should not be involved in such an unknown and terrifying incident.
Coming to this world through sacrifice.
Get Isa and leave immediately.
This is what you have to do.
Asmodeus quickly made up his mind. 8)
