Chapter 206: Alliance of Devils, the arrival of demons
After receiving Wayne's promise, Auston no longer persisted, and relied on his priority status as a master to get the gauze from Megan.
Wayne curled his lips. If it was Fula, the gauze must belong to him.
"Meghan, I want to masturbate the cat!"
"Okay, Master, please wait a moment."
After Megan finished bandaging Auston, she turned around and went to the big house to look for the cat. Auston left with him, preparing to start his daily misfortune.
It doesn’t matter whether your wife believes it or not, your attitude must be correct.
"As far as I know, the selection of saints from the Church of Nature takes at least half a year. There are many processes. Xifei submitted a recommendation form, and someone from the headquarters will come to verify and evaluate whether you are qualified as a candidate."
Auston has a lot of experience with the saint selection process, having experienced it once twenty years ago: "Although she is a high priest and a native of Lundam, she became famous in Paris and does not have strong control over the Windsor division. That saint named Flora has been making some moves recently, so be careful and don’t let the other party get the hang of her.”
"for example……"
"For example, you are a little too close to the high priest of Moonlight Church!"
Auston reminded: "Also, you are very close to the Holy See. These are all minus points. Flora can pull you down by using some tricks and creating public opinion."
"What about the identity of the heir to my Landau family?"
"This is a bonus. The Ministry of Magic has no good intentions, and so does the Church of Nature. Remember not to really become the Holy Son."
"Got it."
"You better understand!"
Auston snorted coldly, unable to hold it back, and said angrily: "And your terrible personal life. How many people did you bring to the cinema?"
"They're all friends."
"The female friend who booked the venue?"
"Maybe it's a coincidence. I don't have many friends, just a few that I can count."
"..."
Auston was so angry that he didn't want to speak. When he came to the big house, he happened to meet Megan holding Monica. Without saying a word, he directly held the cat in his arms.
Fucked very hard.
Monica rolled her eyes, as if her soul had been sucked away.
Wayne looked at it with greed, stretched out his hands and started jerking off together.
"Meow meow meow——"
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Paris, the Catacombs.
The tomb passages made of piled bones are winding and winding, shaped like a huge underground maze. When walking in it, you can hear low roars from time to time, and the screams of the dead are horrifying.
Death is frightening. While it makes people fear the impermanence of life, it also makes people know how to cherish life.
No matter how rich you are or how noble your status is during your lifetime, you will be just a dead skeleton discarded casually after your death. Cherish the present and your short life.
If you can't extend the length of your life, extend the width of your life!
Perhaps this was the original meaning of the underground catacombs, but it is certainly not the case now. The creator and owner of the catacombs, the notorious Death Knight, is now just a pitiful puppet without a head, horse, or sword.
He could not represent death, his honor was deprived by the devil, and he became the devil's knight walking in the world.
In the central area of the underground tomb, a forbidden area surrounded by the aura of death, countless bones were piled up into mountains, and the air was filled with deathly silence and solemnity.
At the top of the Bone Mountain, the Bone Throne stands quietly, silently accompanying its master.
The leader of 800,000 Yin soldiers, the Headless Horseman.
The knight who has lost almost everything is sitting on the throne, and his torn cloak of deathly energy moves automatically without the wind, as if he is recalling the past of riding his horse and whipping his whip.
Without seeing his head, it's hard to guess what he's thinking.
You wouldn't guess it when you see it. After all, it's a skull.
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Suddenly, a black wind blew, and a man in black robe walked out of the crack in space.
The black one-piece robe covers the whole body, and the facial position and facial features are covered by the billowing black mist. Only a pair of beating red eyes can be seen.
"Great Death Knight, my master has something to say to you." The man in black robe bowed slightly and expressed respect to the Death Knight.
He seemed to be used to the Headless Horseman's silence. The red light in his palms beat, and the sticky blood flowed down.
This black blood seemed to have self-awareness, more like some kind of parasite. After landing, it spread along a circle and intertwined into a complex inverted pentagram pattern.
The man in black robe groaned in pain, the strange tone mixed with a bit of satisfaction, his body slowly melted, and the black robe merged into the magic circle at his feet.
Dark light bloomed, projecting a black portal on the dome of the tomb.
Immediately afterwards, shadows fell down one after another, and the light of darkness danced in the air.
By rough count, the number was around twenty.
Devil's Alliance!
The oppression of the seven demon kings brought these demons together. After years of planning, they obtained the head of the death knight, and then used the power of the underground tomb to allow the projection of their thoughts to enter the world.
"Knight, when will Paris's gate to hell open, and how long are you going to delay it?"
"I'm disappointed that the Obelisk failed again."
"We promised you that as long as you meet the requirements, we will return your head to you..."
"You have failed me again, knight!"
Thoughts collided one after another, stirring up chaos in the space. A terrifying aura filled the air, shaking the bones and the mountains.
Although the Devil's Alliance has strong troops, it is not peaceful internally. It has not yet chosen a leader who can convince the crowd. This can be seen from their noisy words.
Generally speaking, it is the second-in-command or the dog-headed strategist who speaks first, and then the big brother who takes the lead makes the final decision.
"Stop arguing. You have asked so many questions. How do you want the knight to answer?" A voice of thought resounded. It seemed to be quite prestigious in the alliance and stopped the chaotic scene.
For a time, the underground tomb became quite quiet, and the weak silenced their voices. Only three devils with higher status were qualified to speak.
The Headless Horseman said nothing and allowed the three thoughts to bombard him in turn. Even if the other party threatened his head, he always maintained his self and calmness.
Seeing that nothing could be asked, the Devil Alliance mobilized collectively to unseal the Headless Horseman's head and forcibly modify his will.
The headless horseman's body trembles, his broken gray cloak dances with teeth and claws, and decayed skeletal faces appear in mid-air, expressing his pain through the voice of the dead.
The knight of death is offline, and the knight of the Devil Alliance logs in to his account.
The Headless Horseman sealed his mind, forgot Wayne's appearance, and could not retrieve the shadow nightmare. This was his last resistance, and the Devil's Alliance was helpless.
After all, they are the elites who have wandered into hell, strong men who have climbed up on mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They have to be smart and have plans. They have to make insinuations and follow the temptations. They soon discovered the root cause of the Headless Horseman's disease.
"The Goddess of Death gave up her knight, and the new God's Chosen has arrived. He has become a thing of the past. He is worthless except for his identity as the owner of the underground tomb." A clear female voice opened her mind.
"It's impossible. The goddess of death doesn't care about her knight. Without a new divine choice, he will always be the death knight."
"No, the divine choice has arrived, and the shadow nightmare has a new master!"
"That doesn't mean that death gave up on him. It should be that he made his own decision and sent his power out of Paris."
"What a loyal knight who gave up his honor for his faith!"
"He entrusted his honor to the new death knight, revealed the information to the other party and took away the sealed book, located in Windsor Lundam."
"The gate of hell has not yet opened, and we cannot come. How about following the previous plan? If we can succeed once, we can succeed the second time."
"The new knight will also successfully send away the Shadow Nightmare. The cycle is meaningless."
"That's right, and it's too time-consuming. In this time, the gates of hell will open!"
"..."
"Haha, why didn't I come to this world?"
"I'm more suitable!"
The devil is like this. Alliances come from necessity, vigilance comes from trust, and betrayal is purely professional ethics. It is better to expect them to engage in democratic voting than to expect the alliance to disintegrate on the spot.
The three devils knew it well. They had experienced similar conversations many times, but each time they ended in vain.
If nothing unexpected happens, there will be no accidents this time.
The three devils took a step back and gathered their strength to bring their familiars to the world, one for each, and no one was allowed to be greedy.
The other devils suddenly became dissatisfied.
"Your familiar came, but you used our power. Finally, there is hope for the gate of hell, but it will take a long time to do so!"
"Yes, we disagree."
"Unless my familiar comes to earth." "And me!"
"...
There was another series of noises, and the three devils did not speak. They slowly spoke after their allies finished expressing their opinions.
"The Thousand-Eyed Demon died in Lundan. It is very dangerous there, and your familiars will be of no use."
"Sign the supplementary regulations. Our three familiars will not accumulate power in the human world!"
"Only through unity can we win. This is why the alliance was established. If we continue to quarrel, the Seven Demon Kings will always be the masters of hell, and we will always be the losers."
The three devils have a tacit understanding of the division of labor and teamed up with other CPU devils. The effect is not to say outstanding, but it is absolutely useless. They are all devils. With a few plan books in hand, no one is stupid enough to trust their peers.
The Headless Horseman watched this scene and couldn't help but chuckle.
Even a familiar has to quarrel for a long time, and you want to drag one of the seven demon kings down, just dream!
Probably because the Headless Horseman’s chuckle was too harsh, or because the obelisk was too important, the devils blocked the Death Knight, and they continued to argue over the exchange of ideas, and it was not until two hours later that an agreement was reached.
It is already very efficient. If put in hell, it would take at least two months to talk. The efficiency is even more devastating than the House of Commons in Windsor.
The result of the discussion was as follows. Everyone took a step back. The three upper-level devils gave up part of their territory, signed supplementary regulations, and allowed their familiars to descend into the underground tomb.
Target the new Death Knight, recapture the Sealed Book, and deliver the Shadow Nightmare to the Alliance's Death Knight.
On the dome of the large tomb, the black portal trembled violently, and lines intertwined down. The minds of a group of devils worked together to pry open the seal between hell and the world, and sent the three familiars to the world.
First it is a projection, and then it becomes reality.
At a certain intersecting node between the human world and hell, a bone-white door trembled slightly, as if it was breathing and rhythmically beating with sulfur heat.
On the white pillar not far away, there is written the angel's Golden Rule - Those who enter here, please give up all hope.
The gates of hell.
There is an angel's warning in front of the door, telling the intruder that there is hell ahead and it is not too late to turn back now.
The Bone Gate is made up of staggered ribs. It is the entrance to hell. Through the power of the underground tomb, the Devil's Alliance successfully avoided the seal imposed by heaven, causing the ribs to open to both sides, activating a jagged black aisle.
The process is very complicated, and if you are not careful, the seal will be triggered, attracting a strong crowd of angels.
The devils were careful, and at the moment the passage opened, they threw three figures from hell to the world.
The camera returned to the underground tomb, and the black portal of the dome shrank, as if the vitality had been severely damaged, and the last bit of strength had been squeezed out.
At the bottom of the mountain of bones, three figures slowly opened their eyes, inhaled the filthy breath of the human world, and showed excitement on their faces.
This is the human world, and even a fart is full of the fragrance of freedom, which is far from comparable to the sulfur smell of hell.
All in all, the world is just good and it smells so good.
There are two male and one female familiars. Well, just looking at their appearance, the familiars can be regarded as devils. They are all devils. The gender cannot be too rigid.
The black figure on the left is tall and tall, as strong as a hill, with clear muscle lines under his scales. Even in a still state, you can feel the powerful energy flowing in his body.
This figure has a large mouth, a body covered with fine scales, and a thick long tail swinging from its back. It has some of the physical characteristics of a giant dragon.
He bowed and looked at his master, his tall body shrunk and turned into a bald man two meters tall.
Wearing a black robe, with a fleshy face and scarlet eyes, he was just short of having a devil tattooed on his face.
The black shadow in the middle seems to be a crow, its body is pitch black, reflecting the dark metallic light, its black beak is covered with fangs, and its slender neck is like a snake. After bowing to its master, it turns into a human appearance.
Wearing a suit jacket, a gentleman's hat, leather shoes, gloves and a civilized stick, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he has handsome features and a humble smile, making him a proper aristocratic elite.
The last black shadow is made up of the upper half of the woman's body and the spider. The long black hair is hanging down, covering the fair and plump breasts. Together with the bloated spider belly and slender legs, it gives people a dark beauty of depravity and evil.
She bowed to her master and transformed into a fair-skinned, black-haired beauty. She wore a black backless evening gown. The high-end fabric was as smooth as water, and her soft curves were clearly visible.
She waved her hand and used her thoughts to shape a huge black wide-brimmed sunhat. Her long hair was tied up on the back of her head, and she put on the sunhat to hide her flirtatious face.
"..."
It's almost impossible to fault it.
But are the three of you too ostentatious? There is something wrong with your appearance. Let alone going to Windsor, I am afraid that you will encounter an interrogation by the Vatican clergy as soon as you step out of the underground catacombs.
"Change it and make it more normal."
Five seconds later, the passerby combination of dock sailor + old shoemaker + female factory worker was freshly released.
This is sure!
"Go to Lundan, find the new death knight, and give him some hell of a shock!"
"Follow your orders." x3
"Jiejiejiejiejie————"xN
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Moonlight Church, Library.
The church stronghold was renovated, and the once dilapidated cathedral was restored to its original state, with church members transferred from various places walking in it.
The full moon hangs high in the sky, the waterfall roars, and the realm of vitality and all things competing is still before our eyes.
Office of the High Priest.
Pushing open the wardrobe, you can see the living room and study. The full moon hangs high outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the cold moonlight shines silvery light. The sofa, bathtub, desk, double bed and other battlefields are listed one by one.
The high priest was no longer too lazy to act. He turned his office into a love nest and invited his young boyfriend to come over and make out.
"What, you want to participate in the natural church's selection of saints?"
"The Son."
"The Holy Son can't do it either!"
Philomena grasped the point and couldn't help laughing: "You are no longer pure, what qualifications do you have to become the Holy Son?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I've always been pure."
Wayne refused to accept it. Although he was like this or that, he knew that he was a good boy, as pure as a piece of white paper.
Philomena rolled her eyes and joked: "The Church of Nature is so open. In our Moonlight Church, I would have eliminated you in the first round."
"It's all because of the good things you, the high priest, have done. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be pure."
It’s weird to believe you!
Philomena lay on her young boyfriend's shoulder and warned: "Quit the selection immediately. Don't make fun of the gods' beliefs. Impure is impure. There is no luck. Once the gods come, your filthy soul will be destroyed." Instantly turned into ashes.”
"Xisuo."
Wayne asked curiously: "Gods will also look through the memories of descendants?"
"Otherwise, you have no secrets before God."
Philomena bit Wayne's ear. She finally waited for a shoulder that she would entrust with her whole life. She didn't want to be a widow at a young age. In order to make Wayne give up his son's heart, she turned over and rode on him. Take it down.
It didn't turn over, but Wayne pressed it.
"Don't be ridiculous. I still want to participate in the selection of the Holy Son. Don't even think about tarnishing my innocent body."
"With all due respect, you cannot be considered innocent."
"Hey, you're so proud!"
Wayne held Philomena's strong heartbeat: "Tell me, what are the selection processes for the Saint and the Son? Is the Life Alliance a process?"
"It's almost a process. If necessary, the saint can share it."
"shared?!"
"Well, there were heavy casualties during the War of Faith, and there were records shared by saints..."
Philomena thought for a while: "I have seen documents recorded at the church headquarters. It was a long time ago. There is no accurate date. I only know that the Life Alliance had been reached at that time, and our enemies were darkness and death."
"Do darkness and death also share a saint?"
"Not sure."
Philomena shook her head and returned to the previous topic. She really cared about Wayne and persuaded him: "The goddess cannot be blasphemed. Don't make fun of your own life. For the sake of our children, don't compete for the Holy Son."
"Child?!" Wayne's face turned pale.
"Um."
Philomena lay on Wayne's shoulder. Although she hadn't done anything yet, she had already thought of a name. She narrowed her eyes and said, "The boy will be called Damian, and the girl will be called Helena. What do you think?"
"..."
Wayne: (._.=゜一゜)
“Speak!”
"I think there is a man named Clark on the Chosen Continent, and he is the love of my life."
"ah?"
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Thousands of words, please vote for me!
(End of chapter)