Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 188: Conquering Demon City

The prototype of the light of the mind - telekinesis, can also be called AT force field or the wall of the mind.

On the brink of death, burned by rage, Wen Lie finally broke through the gene lock to the fourth level.

With the breakthrough of the genetic lock, Wen Lie, who had already made up for his spiritual defects, smoothly awakened the prototype of the light of the soul.

Just as the clone Chu Xuan used telekinesis to briefly resist the power of the ghost arrow, Wen Lie also broke free from the fate of death given by Barrol in a short period of time, burst out with all his strength, and killed the ten thousand year old demon god Galamos.

Death, Beelzebub, and Baror were filled with disbelief at this phenomenon.

"Oh!"

Wen Lie swung his arms, and the unleashed force blew away the mountain of flesh and blood that had submerged him.

He turned his head and looked at the three demons with a fiery gaze. The murderous intent and fighting spirit revealed in his eyes made Death, Beelzebub and Baror feel unprecedented tension, and even a trace of fear was born in their hearts.

Beelzebub and Baror felt inexplicably ridiculous when they realized that these emotions should not exist in them.

But who is ridiculous?
The humans who showed murderous intent towards him? Or himself, who even humans feared?

Barrol's unwillingness to admit his emotions made him look furious.

"I'm going to take out your eyes!"

Barol opened his huge eyes, and his dark pupils stared at Wen Lie's body, bringing horrible death to Wen Lie's soul.

"kill!"

The corners of Wen Lie's mouth curled up towards his ears, revealing a hideous smile that made the devil's hair stand on end.

"In the name of God!"

The roar of the Crusaders resounded throughout the Demon Castle, and the flag with a red cross on a white background fluttered in the air. The white legions rushed towards the God of Death, Beelzebub, and Balor. The 500,000 knights overwhelmed the three demons with their fanatical murderous intent.

Die! Die! Die!

Kill me or die!

The paranoid and crazy aura instilled absolute will into his comrades and poured it into the enemy.

In the eyes of the Grim Reaper, the red light was dim and unclear, and he made his choice as quickly as possible.

retreat!

The Grim Reaper turned invisible and quickly fled. His decisive action made Beelzebub and Balor look at him sideways.

However, their dignity as kings did not allow Beelzebub and Balor to run as smoothly as the Grim Reaper.

After just a moment's hesitation, it was too late to escape.

"Silver Ripple Sprints!"

The knight slashed at Baror with his sword, and golden lightning flowed on the blade.

Balor looked away, and the golden blade stopped in front of Balor.

"Green ripples rush!"

Just as the flame of life was about to go out, another knight rushed in front of Barol, his arms torn and the splattering blood turned into a huge blood knife, slashing towards Barol's chest.

Barrol slapped out with his palm, the pressure of which blew the knight's face apart. His rough palm crushed the bloody knife and covered the knight's head with it.

The knight did not dodge or evade, but bit his tongue with his teeth, and a blood arrow mixed with flesh spewed out of his mouth, piercing Barrol's palm.

Barol's eyes revealed intense anger, and he clasped his hands together, crushing the knight's head.

"The mountains are blowing with colored ripples running fast!"

Another knight appeared beside Balor and punched Balor in the eyes. Hot waves rushed out, burning Balor's eyelashes, but his own life fire was suddenly extinguished in the moment Balor's eyeballs moved.

The Crusaders didn't care how terrifying Balor's power was, nor did they care whether their companions would die, and even less did they care about their own death. They sang loudly, gladly facing death, and charged towards Balor like moths to a flame.

Barol could kill ten knights, twenty knights, and fifty knights, but he could not kill a hundred knights. Every knight would cause harm to Barol before his death, until the eighty-third knight lost his life. Wen Lie pierced Barol's eyes with the Spear of Destiny and chopped off Barol's head with Durandal.

After Balor came Beelzebub. After destroying more than a hundred knights, the Lord of Flies also died under Wenlie's sword.

The killing continued without interruption. The Crusaders advanced towards the thrones, killing all the demons in their sight. No matter if they were ordinary skeleton soldiers or powerful demon kings, they all met the same end.

More than three hours later, Wen Lie took the lead and entered the throne room. Crusaders poured in from behind him and were about to continue killing as before, but Wen Lie stopped them.

"Stop it all!"

The so-called strict enforcement of orders refers to the Crusades led by Wen Lie.

The knights who adhered to their faith would not question Wen Lie's orders. After hearing Wen Lie's voice, all the Crusaders stopped.

"Fuck! What the hell?"

Zheng Lan stared at the huge army behind Wen Lie in amazement.

The mental power extended out, and the full picture of the legion appeared in Zheng Lan's mind.

Except for a very small number of the 499,326 people, all of them are pseudo-fourth-level strongmen, and that very small number of people are as strong as Dechai.

There is absolutely no way that there are so many fourth-level experts with ripples in this world. So, how did this legion appear?

Zheng Lan already has the answer.

Zheng Lan couldn't help but say, "Brother, you are a little too crazy."

Among these more than 400,000 people, not a single one lived longer than a month!

To create this legion is equivalent to killing more than 400,000 humans.

Wen Lie said calmly, "You should have some respect for the hero who saved the beauty."

Zheng Lan's pretty face showed a conflicted expression.

She knew that Wen Lie would do something extraordinary after she was captured by Dracula, but she never imagined that Wen Lie would use the Holy Grail to turn the human beings in this world into disposable consumables.

Should we be thankful that Wen Lie didn't use the golden mask? 490,000 Ripple Warriors are better than 490,000 vampires.

Zheng Lan tried her best to convince herself.

Wen Lie's gaze passed across Zheng Lan's face and looked at the two characters standing next to her.

Dracula's butler Death, Dracula's niece Carmilla.

The former has been avoiding fighting, and the latter died once before on the plateau. It seems that like Dracula, he also has a spare life.

Death and Camilla stood on both sides of Zheng Lan, pretending to hold Zheng Lan hostage.

The Grim Reaper's skull opened and closed, making a hoarse sound of bones rubbing against each other. "Modern Belmont, Jesus Christ, Wen Lie, I wish to make a deal with you."

Wen Lie asked back: "Exchange my companions for your lives?" The Grim Reaper nodded, then shook his head.

He said cautiously, "I don't think you'll let us go, and I don't think these fanatics will let us go."

"As long as you know."

Even if Wen Lie is willing to let the Grim Reaper and Camilla go, the Crusaders will not agree. Their prestige will also decline because he, Jesus Christ, has compromised with the devil.

Wen Lie said coldly: "The devil must die. I will not accept any threats or negotiations."

The Death's mouth cracked into a strange shape.

Will not accept any threats or negotiations? It seems so, but the focus seems to be Zheng Lan's safety, right?

The Grim Reaper heard the conversation between Dracula and Wen Lie clearly in the dark.

This generation of vampire hunter is a cold-blooded guy. Apart from the lives of his companions, nothing can threaten him, and he doesn't care about the life and death of others.

The God of Death knew very well that Wen Lie said this entirely because of the Crusaders next to him.

"Of course not. I have no intention of negotiating with humans. This is merely a proposal. Our master is not in the city. Even if you destroy the demon castle, it would be an unfair victory and not a complete victory. Why not wait for our master to return and then decide the outcome? Attacking our city while our master is away does not demonstrate the power of Christianity, nor does it have much honor."

The Grim Reaper's words are somewhat convincing, but it is difficult to convince those who are determined to destroy Castlevania.

We are going to kill you, who cares whether you are in your prime when we kill you?
However, after seeing Zheng Lan, Wen Lie's bloodshot temper gradually cooled down.

We can kill Shen and Camilla at any time. The key now is to rescue Zheng Lan first.

Since the god of death has given him a way out, he might as well take advantage of it.

Wen Lie said loudly, "You are right. It would be dishonorable to kill you now, so I have decided to accept your proposal and postpone this war."

The knights of the Crusades all looked as if this was justified.

Death is not the point, honor is the point.

The Crusaders who were fooled by Wen Lie wanted to die gloriously. When they heard what Wen Lie said, out of faith and ideals, no one thought it was wrong.

Zheng Lan was speechless.

Is there something wrong with the way these people think? It's outrageous!

Death pushed Zheng Lan and said meaningfully, "Go, return to your companions."

Zheng Lan remained calm and walked towards Wen Lie.

Wen Lie chuckled and said to Zheng Lan, "Brother, your chastity is still there, right?"

"Thanks to you," Zheng Lan walked to Wen Lie's side, rolled her eyes at him, then frowned and whispered, "You played too much this time, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

There were still 490,000 soldiers fighting all the way to the throne room, and the original number of soldiers should have been even greater.

At least 500,000 soldiers died, this is no joke.

Zheng Lan dared to bet that the number of people killed by all the other reincarnation teams combined was not as many as that killed by Wen Lie.

Moreover, how did Wen Lie raise this team? A yellow man raising an army of 500,000 soldiers in Europe, this kind of thing is too ridiculous.

This world is a world of mysterious power, and you can't accomplish this kind of thing by just fooling people.

Wen Lie raised his right hand, intending to put his arm around Zheng Lan's neck. However, considering that hundreds of thousands of people were watching, he patted Zheng Lan's shoulder with the hand he was holding, and said with a carefree smile, "Don't worry too much. Nothing will happen to me. The outcome of this round has already been decided. As long as nothing goes wrong with Chu Xuan, the Zhongzhou team will return with a full load."

"Your words are too light..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Lan saw the knights behind Wen Lie. Each of them had a gleaming look in their eyes and a fanatical expression. He couldn't help but swallow back what he wanted to say.

Too light? Indeed, they are light. With 500,000 fourth-level ripple warriors, who can't they defeat?

Zheng Lan couldn't help but complain: "The Lord God is absolutely an idiot. He actually allowed the reincarnation to obtain the golden mask and the Holy Grail."

With the Golden Mask and the Holy Grail, any reincarnation with control or pyramid selling abilities, as long as they abandon their conscience, can mass-produce fourth-order strongmen in the horror movie world.

At this time, Camilla interrupted the conversation between Wen Lie and Zheng Lan.

"If you want to reminisce, you might as well leave and continue. I don't think you will like the environment of Castlevania either."

Camilla looked very bad.

Camilla felt terrified to be in the same room with the Crusaders. Even if she had tens of thousands of lives to lose, she would not dare to stay with these guys all the time.

Wen Lie said proudly: "Humph! The strong never complain about the environment!"

He took out the space bag and poured out the cross and Bible stored in it.

Seeing the crosses and Bibles, Camilla couldn't help but show a look of disgust.

Wen Lie held a huge cross and walked towards the high throne.

Seeing Wen Lie approaching, Death and Camilla retreated.

Wen Lie kicked the throne away, stuck the cross into the ground, and turned to look at the Crusaders.

"From this day forward, this castle will be renamed the Holy City. My knights, go and transform this castle into our style."

Camilla opened her eyes wide, and shouted in shock and anger: "What are you doing? Do you want to break the agreement?"

Wen Lie said calmly, "Agreement? Our agreement is not to kill you, but anything else is fine."

Wen Lie took over the Demon City.

Occupy the demonic castle and let the glory of Christ envelop the demonic world.

This action made the knights cheer, and the Crusaders felt great honor and pride. People dispersed and used their own expertise to transform the Demon Castle.

Looking at the cheering Crusaders, Camilla's face turned pale and her body trembled violently. She wished she could kill all these humans immediately.

Wen Lie asked with a forced smile, "Do you have any objections?"

Camilla's chest rose and fell like waves. She glared at Wen Lie and asked with gritted teeth, "What are you going to do with me and the housekeeper?"

Camilla no longer expected the Crusaders to leave Demon Castle honestly. She was very suspicious about how Wen Lie planned to treat them without killing her and the Grim Reaper.

Seeing Camilla's thoughts, Wen Lie asked in amusement, "Do you think I will imprison you in the Holy City?"

A god of death and a vampire with at least tens of thousands of lives. The Crusaders have no ability to control these two demons. Once they attack, the Crusaders will inevitably suffer huge losses.

Wen Lie let the Grim Reaper and Camilla leave, or rather, expelled the Grim Reaper and Camilla from his castle.

At the gate of Castlevania, looking back at the knights who were happily renovating the castle and occupying its place, Death and Camilla felt unprecedented humiliation.

Over the centuries, they have been defeated many times, but not once have they allowed the Christian forces to occupy even the Demon City.

(End of this chapter)