Volume 3: The Utopia of the Demonic City Chapter 17: Temple of Compassion (Part 1)
"There is a loophole in what that person said. Killing him won't actually solve any problems. Any summoning ritual that has been initiated to this extent will not change anything if the summoner is killed. I think he is deliberately confusing the situation. Now that the beacon has been established, everyone has begun to call for the monster to come in their hearts. There is not much we can do now."
But this does not mean that we should sit back and wait for death.
Leaping on the building, the undead Lazarus looked at the streets passing by under his feet, reading the surrounding atmosphere to identify the direction.
He is looking for an opportunity to save his own life and the lives of others.
Lazarus was actually an immortal who had lived for an unknown number of years. In his long life, he had seen countless strange and terrifying events that others had never thought about, seen, or heard of. However, the crisis of the great demon descending into the subspace was still extremely rare in his life, and could even be ranked among the top three major crises.
Great demons do not refer to large demons, nor do they refer to high-level demon lords. Great demons refer to monsters that are so powerful that they can have irreversible effects on the current world. This category includes not only some spiritual entities, but also many terrifying and strange phenomena. All things that cannot be defined, consciousness generated from the void, or can affect the real world can be called great demons or great demon creations. There are many typical examples.
For example, the foggy city that is still in chaos is already considered to be a creation left behind by the crazy devil. He is a typical big devil. After being promoted, he did not gain huge power, but a lot of unspeakable horrible crazy knowledge.
His power is to transform the basic physical constants by eroding reality, making all impossible things possible.
This ability cannot be copied or restored, and can only be used by his believers and followers.
Simply put, the Great Demon is the sum of anti-common sense and anti-space products.
They are completely different from demon lords. Demons correspond to angels, while great demons correspond to great gods. They are two completely different classes.
The chaos and erosion brought by a demon lord can be purified by holy light or other mortal means, but the things of the great demon are the product of the distortion of the established rules. They cannot be purified, let alone erased. They can only be forcibly corrected with the surrounding space by more powerful means. And such means are basically brought by gods. They do not belong to the mortal and superhuman classes.
In other words, the lowest level of the position corresponding to the Great Demon is also a god. No matter how weak and incompetent that god is, he is still a god. Just like how weak and crazy the Great Demon is, he is still a Great Demon. It is alienated from the essence and root. In other words, the power needed to fight against the Great Demon is either at the level of a god, or you can only rely on your brain. But to find rules that can defeat the Great Demon in a distorted and alienated world is really a joke that can't be laughed at.
"To be able to invite the true body or higher incarnation of a great demon to come, this summoner must be favored by the great demon. This level of influence must be that a great demon has personally paid attention to this place. His chaotic spirit arrived here from the subspace, and the aftermath caused such an impact."
"It seems really scary now... Is this the power of the great demon?"
The Demon Lord marveled at the horrific scene in which a human's flesh began to gradually curl up, as if being rubbed by invisible hands, gradually transforming into a human-shaped piece of flesh, and then the skin tissue quickly regenerated and the bones were reshaped.
In other words, the technique that man used at the time was also favored by that great demon?
Then he must be a great demon who is proficient in space.
Thinking back to the scene where the space was instantly wiped out, it would be impossible to explain it if it wasn't a space system. It was as if the big demon was directly attached to me and killed me. Moreover, a big demon named Sally? I have never heard of it. It must be a pseudonym. But which big demons are more suitable for the current situation?
"Is it possible that you are mistaken? I always feel that something is wrong..."
"Impossible. The demons are all a bunch of monsters. You are wrong to think logically. They are chaotic and disorderly. It is impossible for them to be attached to anything."
Lazarus refuted the Joker's cautious rebuttal without thinking, and continued to trace the strange texture coming from the subspace. At the same time, the masked figure on the TV still spoke in an emotionless voice, as if dealing with a replica:
"My location is in the central square of the Demon City. If you are a warrior who wants to save the world, or a citizen who has doubts, I welcome you to meet me in the square. I will cut off your heads with my own hands and hang them on the top of the blood sacrifice altar. You cannot use the souls sacrificed by the blood sacrifice , but I can. I hope you can face your death as soon as possible. Anyway, you will all die in 24 hours, and I am a little tired of this chasing game."
"Don't worry about it, it's a trap."
Looking at the clown who was eager to try, Lazarus stretched out his hand and shook it. In the blink of an eye, the invisible silk thread cut the TV into sparking pieces. Then it crushed those into fine powder that was invisible to the human eye.
Although somewhat dissatisfied, the clown and the demon lord looked at each other and rationally decided to listen to this guy. After all, in terms of combat power, Lazarus was the strongest among these people. This thread operation alone was the culprit that left the demon lord with only his head left to breathe. Facing the anger of such a person was not a rational choice.
Fortunately, searching like a headless fly is not without effect.
Lazarus' eyes suddenly brightened when he noticed some anomalies in the space. He looked down and saw a black alley that seemed to be flawless.
"Here we are. Right down there."
Looking at the narrow alley below his feet, the undead man pushed his glasses and dived down.
Before the clown could catch up with the demon lord's head, they heard a muffled sound, and then saw the undead body flying up again with the steaming air waves, and hit the attic under their feet heavily, making a deep dent.
"There are guards indeed...but what the hell is this thing..."
A hand stretched out from the pile of minced meat, groped for the intact gold-rimmed glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose that had grown back in a short time. Lazarus, who had walked out of the humanoid pit in the wall, returned to his original appearance in the blink of an eye. He stood at the side of the building and looked at the humanoid robot that was showing off its might inside the folded space in the alley, digging into his memory in confusion.
