The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　But anyone who sees this scene will subconsciously think that this is the Demon King.

　—This corpse exudes this level of aura!

　"Is this the Demon King?"

　Dak completely suppressed his jovial mood and now looked serious.

　Although he wasn't the one who spearheaded things to this point, his role in the process was crucial.

　He cannot be sure whether his actions are correct until the music is written in the future.

　Nothing is set in stone.

　Everything is possible.

　Like the corpse in front of us, it could be alive or dead until someone confirms it is dead.

　The two bishops raised their wands, creating more chains of light to further bind the demon king's corpse, then lifted it into the air.

　"Take it with you."

　The Pope's voice was calm yet powerful.

　The two bishops then carried the demon king's corpse up to the altar.

　The Pope walked ahead, holding up the "Wrath of God".

　A moment later, the group arrived at the altar.

　The two bishops waved their wands and carried the demon king's corpse to the center of the altar.

　Archbishop Norris nodded to the approaching Pope, and the two top leaders of the Holy Church quickly took action after exchanging glances.

　This time, for the "Demon King's Execution Ceremony," they didn't want to do too much of a show.

　Even the scholar Abel Yekis, who was initially used to confuse the public, was not brought along.

　They simply wanted to execute the plan step by step, and then let those who enjoy reading comprehension interpret it for themselves.

　The eight bishops, excluding Evan Pearson and Joan of Arc, followed instructions and went to the eight corners of the altar. They each drew a magic card and activated it simultaneously.

　The holy light emanating from the magic card shot directly towards the eight jewels at the corners of the altar. The eight jewels instantly burst into dazzling white light, then quickly condensed into a straight pillar of light pointing upwards.

　Eight beams of light shot straight into the sky, exuding a magnificent aura.

　Archbishop Norris pointed his finger, and the chains of light on the Demon King's corpse suddenly opened, the tips of the eight chains shooting towards the eight pillars of light, coiling around them like dragons and snakes.

　As the eight chains tightened, the demon king's corpse gradually floated into the air.

　The archbishop also drew a magic card, activated it, and shone it on the corpse. Instantly, two magic circles appeared above and below the corpse.

　The Pope himself simply stood in front, holding the "Wrath of God," displaying the majesty of the Holy Church to the onlookers.

　The holy son and holy daughter stood like a golden boy and jade girl, to his left and right, respectively, behind him.

　The Holy Son, Evan Pearson, had thick brown curly hair, handsome features, a slender build, and a stern face—but it was clear that he was actually a little nervous.

　It was quite remarkable that Evan didn't wet his pants on his first time attending such a grand occasion.

　But Joan of Arc, the saint beside him, showed no sign of nervousness.

　Audrey had long, golden hair like the sun, skin so pale it was almost sickly, and her facial features showed no trace of childishness. Her eyes shone like rubies.

　Blonde hair and red eyes are not common.

　Audrey was like a beautiful doll, expressionless and devoid of emotion, as if nothing around her mattered.

　As people were unknowingly drawn to the trio, a huge magic circle suddenly lit up on the altar, and a large silver cross slowly emerged.

　The aura emanating from that cross instantly drew everyone's attention.

　Just staring at it gives you a feeling of being cleansed.

　By the time people came to their senses, the demon king's corpse had already been bound to the cross!

　Its arms were stretched out straight, its feet were joined together seamlessly, and its ferocious head was lowered, letting its long, black hair fall naturally.

　A holy white light shone on it, and black smoke continued to billow out.

　Above their heads, the blazing sun radiated intense heat.

　Under the scorching sun, the temperature in the square continued to rise.

　……

　Less than half an hour before noon, everything was ready.

　Archbishop Norris walked up to the Pope, stood a little behind him, and spoke to him in a low voice.

　The Pope stared straight ahead, his lips barely moving: "How many more are needed?"

　The archbishop whispered, "Two."

　Pope: "Then let's wait a little longer."

　After he finished speaking, he stood there like a statue.

　……

　The demon king's corpse, bound to the silver cross, gradually rose higher, drawing countless gazes to it.

　As people recalled the cruelty of the war, they gradually lost control. From who knows where, curses poured out like rain, and some even broke down in tears when they thought of the tragedy.

　But among them, some also showed anxiety in their eyes.

　The Holy Church's defenses are too tight.

　Bronze-armored paladins, silver-armored paladins, and gold-armored paladins formed three impenetrable lines of defense.

　At the innermost part, the most powerful pope of the Holy Church personally guards the area.

　Those remaining demons who wanted to act opportunistically felt their hands and feet turn cold, completely at a loss for what to do.

　Even if a moth is drawn to a flame, there still needs to be a path for it to get close to the fire.

　……

　Suddenly, the outermost bronze-armored paladins seemed to receive an order and began to shrink their formation.

　They moved inward from the edge of St. Louis Plaza, clearing half the plaza in the blink of an eye.

　People who had completely lost control of their emotions surged forward along the empty path, instantly filling all the available spaces.

　They looked up at the demon king, who was bound to the silver cross, from a closer distance. Their faces gradually became ferocious, and they wished they could devour his flesh, drink his blood, pull out his tendons, and grind his bones to dust!

　On the altar.

　The Pope's gaze swept across the crowd, his expression growing increasingly serious and cold.

　With only a quarter of an hour left until noon.

　He suddenly stomped his staff, raised it high, and green flames instantly rose from the top of the staff!

　People inside and outside the square instinctively looked at the flame, and their already out-of-control emotions completely erupted, with their deep-seated hatred and anger towards the demons and the demon king instantly rising.

　In the Pope's view, green flames erupted above everyone's heads, burning wildly like torches.

　Even Dark, who was just one screen away, was affected at this moment.

　He abruptly shifted his gaze, using the "Netherworld God Technique" to instantly focus his thoughts on a single point, completely emptying his mind.

　The [Rage +1] indicator finally stopped.

　"Are you alright?" Aurora and Pandora asked with concern.

　Dark lowered his head and slowly shook it: "It's nothing, I was just a little impulsive after being provoked by 'God's Wrath.' Why did the Pope use his wand to incite people's anger?"

　Seeing that he was indeed alright, Pandora frowned and said, "You wouldn't be trying to burn the Demon King's soul with the Fire of the Mind, would you? If the Demon King's soul could be burned so easily, it wouldn't have dragged on until now."

　Hephaestus slowly said, "In fact, once the Demon King's soul is damaged to a certain extent, it will trigger a passive reincarnation mechanism. If it is destroyed instantly, its soul will be reborn in some corner of the world. Moreover, it is not like the Lich's phylactery, which leaves no trace. Even the best diviners cannot detect that trace."

　Pandora asked疑惑地问道, "What exactly does the Holy Church want to do?"

　As a purebred white dragon, Hephaestus's judgment was not bad.

　After reviewing the entire ritual setup, she made her own deduction: "If I'm not mistaken, they probably want to summon the gates of the underworld and banish the Demon King's soul to the underworld."

　“Exiled to the underworld? That sounds feasible.” Pandora’s eyes flickered as she turned to Dark. “What do you think?”

　Dak's complexion has returned to normal.

　He glanced at the surging "rage" and said helplessly, "I'm not familiar with the Underworld, but I've heard that any life form from outside the Underworld that enters it will have its spiritual consciousness gradually eroded. Unless you cross the Wailing Wall, you can't escape the laws of the Underworld."

　Pandora asked doubtfully, "So it's feasible?"

　“No.” Dark shook his head. “Like you said, if it were that simple, it wouldn’t have dragged on until now. I’m more inclined to believe that after its soul consciousness was banished, some hidden mechanism was triggered. The underworld severed its soul consciousness’s connection with the real world, and it was considered dead. Then a new soul would be reborn in some corner of the world.”

　Pandora exclaimed in surprise, "Wouldn't the Holy Church's efforts be in vain?"

　“Who knows?” Dark said casually. “Just watch the show.”

　Once he confirmed that his emotions had stabilized, he looked back at the projection.

　……

　At that very moment, a strange change suddenly broke out among the crowd inside and outside the square—it wasn't that the remnants of the demon race finally couldn't hold back and made a move, but rather that the members of the Holy Church, who were mixed in with the crowd, finally made their move after accurately locking onto their target!

　Irene's gaze shifted instantly as the unexpected change occurred.

　All that could be seen were huge halos blooming simultaneously in the crowd.

　Those halos are harmless; they are only used for clearing the area.

　The people around were pushed aside instantly.

　The remnants of the demon race, disguised as humans, were then completely exposed.

　Being in this special place, the remnants of the demon race remained highly vigilant, reacting instantly upon noticing any unusual changes.

　However, the "silencing spell" that was activated almost simultaneously interrupted their chanting instantly.

　Although silent casting isn't a particularly difficult technique to master, the time required to switch casting methods at this point is enough to put them in a difficult situation.

　One after another, light-attribute magical spirits, radiating a sacred aura, materialized within the summoning circle.

　The remnants of the demon race were subdued by the magical elves in an instant.

　Even if some people resist fiercely, the Holy Church had already deployed personnel of sufficient strength when they located them earlier, enough to ensure that any remaining demons could be crushed!

　The whole process was frighteningly clean and efficient.

　These remnants of the demon race didn't even have time to cause any trouble before the Holy Church subdued most of them.

　The remaining demons, still hiding among them, forcibly calmed down after witnessing this scene and broke free from their "moths to a flame" tendency.

　They quickly disguised themselves as panicked ordinary people, not daring to reveal a trace of their panic.

　The Pope, atop the altar, looked down upon the bustling crowd and finally spoke: "Bring him up."

　Upon hearing the order, the members of the Holy Church immediately brought the subdued remnants of the demon race to the altar.

　The Pope slowly said, "The embers of the demonic flames have been swept away, the execution ceremony is about to begin, and the era of the demons will end here—humanity will prosper forever!"

　He suddenly raised the "Wrath of God" high, and the green flames floating above the heads of countless people were instantly gathered together, condensing into an ever-growing fireball at the tip of the "Wrath of God".

　The fireball rose high, as if vying with the blazing sun.

　The entire square was bathed in green light.

　The remnants of the demon race were also captured.

　Their knees were forced to bend, and they knelt at the feet of the demon king, who was bound to a silver cross.

　The holy son, whose will was not strong enough, couldn't help but glance at them.

　Ninety-nine remnants of the demon race surrounded the altar in circles.

Chapter 511 Darkdemon and the Little Butterfly (4k)

　在巨大的天使之环下，是由无数齿轮嵌合而成的机械造物。104;116;116;112;58;47;47;119;119;119;46;50;99;121;120;115;119;46;99;111;109;47;

　The overall outline of the "God-made Angel" resembles a giant cicada, with two compound eye-like gems embedded in gears that serve as eye sockets. Behind it floats a silver-white gear that is larger than its body, slowly rotating.

　This is by no means the angel that people normally imagine.

　Its appearance did not arouse people's fanaticism for faith.