Huh? Are they all real?.

Holy and sacred are the only words that can describe Moen at this moment.

The security guard, stunned by what he saw, knelt on the ground and said:

"You, no, you, you are Saint Constantine?! You've returned?"

He was the security captain of the National Museum and a rare Sequence Six; he knew what it meant for the saint's staff to perform miracles in this man's hands.

“Child, open the cabinet. I need this relic cloth to fight against the abyss.”

"Ah, yes, yes!"

The prized possession of the Suras National Museum is the Shroud of Morse, which once contained the remains of eleven saints.

This is almost impossible for the Shrine of Horde.

That's why it became the crown jewel of the Suras National Museum.

This has become one of the reasons for Moen's confidence today.

Putting this here back then was absolutely the right decision!

Of his own belongings, Moen only left Constantine's staff here, but he also left the rest of his treasures that did not belong to him.

After all, a saint's staff can only guarantee a miraculous effect when dealing with demons.

If he encounters other troubles, Moen will have no way to take refuge with the saint's staff.

After wrapping himself in the Shroud of the Dead, Moen, wielding his snow-white staff, set off towards the blasphemer in the abyss.

"My lord, can you... can you win?"

Before Moen left, the security captain asked this question timidly.

The choice to stay and fulfill his duties had almost exhausted his courage.

In response, Moen turned around and smiled:

"I am Constantine!"

"I assure you, I will banish the demon back to the abyss, my child."

This was actually the first time Moen had ever tried to banish a demon in real life.

Although these two relics made Moen feel that they should be enough.

But since it was his first attempt, Moen wasn't entirely confident.

However, Moen knew that he still had the ultimate way to turn the tables no matter what—to shout the name of the goddess!

Of course, you can only call one goddess.

We still need to study which one to call out.

Otherwise, other problems may easily arise.

As Moen continued to advance.

Moen's thoughts gradually settled, leaving only solemnity.

People were in fear, fleeing, and praying.

The defending forces have completely given up.

The city walls have all been breached.

People were in despair.

If he had no other choice, Moen would run away without hesitation.

But since he had a way, Moen wouldn't hesitate to try it!

Since we're going to do it, we must do it well!

Sensing the pollution of the abyss, Moen's staff glowed with an increasingly soft white light.

That malevolent flame was extinguished and ceased before the glory of the saints.

The National Museum of Surras is very close to the southern wall of the city where the demons are said to have appeared.

So Moen arrived quickly, and the vicious green flames had no chance to spread.

But this is not enough.

Looking into the distance, the Demon Lord, even when prostrate on the ground, still stood as majestic as a mountain.

Not only did Moen recognize who it was, but it also raised its long staff high to declare its will:

"You are not allowed to pass through here!"

The long staff crashed to the ground, the blasphemy abruptly ending there.

Meanwhile, in the collapsed house behind Moen, a time traveler struggled to push open the crumbling wall and send away the two children he had carefully protected.

Then he saw the saint standing before the broken city wall, transforming himself into a brand new city wall.

"OMG?!"

Looking at that holy figure, all he could say was this.

However, after a moment, he also became excited.

Demons invade the world, and the saints of the church personally confront them?

Am I the only witness?

If only I could send that scene back.

I'm rich now!

But how am I supposed to record this? Oral narration is just too inadequate.

It was at this moment that Moen noticed the commotion behind him and turned around to look.

After realizing that the other party was alright, Moen didn't pay any more attention to it.

Moen was thinking about something else at that moment:

Should I shout 'You shall not pass!' but the other person wouldn't understand!

Once he saw who his opponent was, Moen was completely relieved, but he also regretted not taking the opportunity to recreate another classic scene—Gandalf's battle against Balrog!

This time, there's no way we can lose, because Moen knows who the other person is and knows their real name!

Even the opponent's legs were broken by Moen.

The best way to deal with a demon is to find its true name, as demons are naturally chaotic creatures.

The world will not tolerate the blasphemy of demons.

Once you know the other person's true name, you can banish them back to the abyss in the name of the Creator or any great deity who is willing to help!

However, there is one point that needs to be noted.

Reciting the demon's true name also means confronting the demon directly!

Those who lack divine favor, strength, and means should not even consider this method.

Even those who know the demon's true name must carefully seal it away to prevent the demon's true name from being leaked to the mortal world and causing another kind of abyssal pollution.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, neither ordinary people nor even extraordinary individuals can use this to exile the other party.

Firstly, they don't know; secondly, even if they did know, they wouldn't be able to resist the corruption brought about by directly calling out the demon's true name.

But Moen doesn't need to worry about that.

Moen was wearing the Morse Relic Cloth, which had been used to wrap the remains of eleven saints.

He was holding the cane of the Witcher Constantine.

Moen is unafraid of the demon's corruption!

Looking at Morne standing before the dilapidated city walls.

The Demon Lord finally recognized who this person was who dared to defy him.

Fear, terror, and boundless rage erupted completely at this moment:

"Constantine!!!"

Fueled by boundless rage, the Demon Lord crawled madly toward Morne.

The sheer force of it was earth-shattering!

Moen showed no fear whatsoever.

It's just a little dog destined to fail!

"You are the ruler of the seventh level of hell. Your existence is not blessed by this world. Effort and striving will poison your mind and body, because you are the manifestation of depravity!"

The demon lord, who was charging forward with frenzied speed, suddenly stopped, as an invisible force dragged its body from behind.

The gates between the abyss and the present world have reopened, but this time it's a one-way ticket!

Noticing that he might be banished soon, the Demon Lord waved his hand and threw another spear made of poisonous flames at Moen.

It will pierce this guy's heart with the most vicious flames!

When faced with the incoming spear, Moen simply raised his staff sharply.

As the snow-white light flared up, the spear forged from poisonous fire also shattered.

"Your wings are dull and lifeless. You were born from the flames of blasphemy. You do not belong here. You can only wander forever in the abyss of darkness!"

Two chains flew out from the door and locked the Demon Lord's wings tightly.

And then pulled his body, which had just paused, directly toward the door.

"Do not!!!"

The Demon Lord refused to be banished. It roared and swung its flaming whip, determined to shatter this damned saint!

Moen's eyes lit up even more at this.

As he raised his cane again, the snow-white light clashed with the long whip, which was then violently snapped back.

The Demon Lord also stumbled and fell, bringing it even closer to the door.

But this is not enough.

Its hands were firmly embedded in the ground, and flames erupted all over its body.

At this moment, it was almost equal to the earth.

In response, Moen continued to raise his staff and loudly proclaimed:

"You are not great, you are not a pioneer, and you are not a kind person. You are insignificant, lazy, and malicious."

The order of the praises recited by the elderly was slightly different.

This is just a trick played by demons and cultists of the abyss. It might cause the exile to fail at a crucial moment.

But this couldn't fool Moen, the one who broke its legs.

The Demon Lord knew his fate, and he was terrified.

"No, no, no!"

"You are the demon Sarumu Samos Fenrirpol Kanpos Temopolkali Fenlimo Turu!"

Its full name was pronounced by Moen without missing a single word.

It knew it was about to lose.

"Spare me! Spare me! I'm willing to submit to you! Spare me!"

It cannot accept that it has spent so much only to be present in the world for such a short time.

It hasn't accomplished anything yet!

Moen will not be swayed by its words.

"In the name of the Great Father, the One Who Unites All Things, I declare your blasphemy and deny your coming!"

Moen chose the name of the primordial gods; he dared not use the names of the other gods.

It's too easy for something to go wrong.

More and more chains shot out from the doors, completely binding the Demon Lord and trying to pull him back into the abyss.