Huh? Are they all real?.

Destroying the statue of the king was absolutely the most blasphemous thing a boy could think of and do.

He was convinced that this would definitely attract a very powerful demon!

However, just as he raised the hammer to swing it down, the boy hesitated for a moment.

A moment later, he put down the hammer and quickly stepped back to untie the rope around the goat's neck.

"Go, run! You are free!"

Those were the offerings he bought according to his memory, and the most valuable living thing he could buy with his meager funds after purchasing candles and a hammer.

But now, the boy has decided to release the goat.

He felt there was no need to kill innocent goats.

And then he suddenly discovered an even better sacrifice—himself!

A living, breathing human boy!

The goat quickly disappeared into the shadows of the night.

The boy raised the hammer again.

This time, the boy swung the hammer at the statue of the king without any hesitation.

That was his anger, and the anger of all the mortals in the New World.

This anger has been suppressed for over a thousand years.

Therefore, his swing was decisive and full of power.

We are determined to bury this decaying land!

With the first strike, the witch, who had already traveled far away, covered the ears of the girl in her arms, allowing her to continue sleeping peacefully without having to listen to this incredibly blasphemous voice and almost boundless rage.

With the second strike, anyone who got up at night along the entire coastline of the New World would find that the stormy sea before them had receded, revealing vast swathes of menacing land.

With the third strike, dark clouds completely obscured the sky above all living beings, rendering both the cold but no longer lonely dark moon and the original moon, which had always hung high, unable to shine upon the world.

With the fourth strike, the nobles and clergy who were still enjoying themselves in the brightly lit hall were astonished to find that the once dazzling lights had suddenly gone out, plunging everything into darkness.

With the fifth hammer blow, everyone in the New World, now completely plunged into darkness, heard a whooshing sound of things falling outside. They opened their doors and looked out, only to see church banners falling to the ground.

With the sixth hammer blow, the statue, long eroded by time, shattered completely before the boy, and the boy finally saw hope in the darkness that seemed to devour everything.

The brilliance of the two moons had long been obscured by dark clouds, but the boy could still make out the blurry figure of the approaching person by the light of the candle, which had somehow turned a ghastly green.

It was an incomparably majestic being, as tall as two overlapping people, with a pair of outstretched wings at its waist, and four horse-like hooves beneath its body.

Without a doubt, this alien form is a demon!

This was a terrifying sight that would make any child scream in terror, but the boy felt only immense excitement. He was so excited that he was completely oblivious to the bone-chilling cold that came with blood loss.

I felt an intense excitement, as if my whole body were in a furnace.

"Are you a devil?"

"If you are, I can offer everything I have—my soul, my flesh and blood—you can take them all. I only ask that you fulfill my wish!"

During the brief silence, the goat that the boy had released inexplicably appeared beneath the horse's hooves.

The soft, continuous cries didn't make the moment seem comical; instead, they added a touch of eeriness and malevolence.

The other party finally spoke:

"Why would you let a goat go free but kill a person?"

“He is not human. He killed my father. He bows down and fawns over those church worms. He, like those church worms and those despicable superhumans, is a vicious, inhuman creature!”

The boy's roar answered the deep darkness.

After a moment of furious roaring, it seemed that more boys were seen pleading with a hint of despair into the darkness before them:

"So answer me, please answer me, are you a demon?"

The other person seemed to look down at their crotch, but they did indeed give an answer:

"I am the Lord of the Abyss."

Chapter 279 I Swear by My Name and by All My Love for the Goddess

The boy couldn't understand the difference between the Lord of the Abyss and the Demon.

All he knew was that in the words he had heard, the abyss and the demon were the same concept, while the so-called "lord" represented a higher power and status.

Therefore, amidst the dizziness caused by blood loss from the head wound.

The boy continued to ask:

"Then can you help me get revenge, help me punish those church traitors and their lackeys who are superhumans?"

This time, the other party's answer was without the slightest hesitation or pause:

"I can help you."

The boy collapsed to the ground in a state of extreme dizziness and weakness, and the blasphemous ritual representing 666 had completely lost its flame.

Because the candles, which could theoretically burn until dawn, had already burned out completely upon the arrival of the other party.

But the boy still forced himself to continue:

"Then, then, what I ask of you is that you help me take revenge, help me make those filthy adults in the church pay the price!"

The other party's response was still without pause or hesitation:

"I will do it."

The storm sea, which had seemed to recede like a receding tide, was now surging and turbulent, as if something terrifying had awakened in the depths of the ocean.

Everyone who saw or heard this surging ocean trembled from the bottom of their hearts.

The radiance of the two moons was still obscured by darkness, as if the moonlight itself feared the darkness beneath the clouds.

The boy had collapsed to the ground, but his plea didn't end there. In his hazy, involuntary murmur, he managed to whisper, with a hint of resentment:

“They say that mortals will always be mortals, that we will always be just mud under their feet. I hope that you can use your strength as a mortal to let them know that mortals are not just mud under their feet.”

No clergy or superhuman in the New World had ever said these words to the boy.

But their actions and their eyes were constantly telling the boy this.

Ordinary people will always be the mud beneath their feet!

Before losing consciousness completely, the boy cried out in a pleading tone:

"May I?"

He knew his request might be unreasonable, but this was his only chance. He wanted someone to tell him that mortals in this world weren't destined to be the lowest rungs, subject to arbitrary oppression.

Previously, he had always answered without hesitation, but this time he remained silent.

Swept up by endless weariness, the boy, realizing the answer, asked almost desperately:

So you can't do it either?

The other person's voice rang out again, but it didn't sound like the deceptive and lying voice the boy had heard in the stories.

On the contrary, it was full of sincerity:

“Child, mortals cannot defy the gods. This is the fundamental structure of this world, and even I cannot change it.”

"Man can conquer nature" is a very beautiful phrase, and it sounds full of courage and hope.

However, reality is extremely cruel.

In a world where mortals, literally speaking, cannot look directly at those in high positions.

Human power is terrifyingly insignificant.

Even the Human Alliance, which has already begun to venture into the starry sky, can only become playthings in the face of high-sequence beings or even some special low-sequence beings.

The boy cried; the coldness all over his body couldn't mask the despair he felt at that moment.

"So, so it's really impossible?"

Looking at such a pitiful child.

After much deliberation, the other party finally gave their answer:

“I can do it, but even I can only do it through compromise. So, even with this compromise, can you accept it?”

Before I was completely swallowed up by endless drowsiness and coldness.

The boy gave an affirmative answer:

"I accept!"

But the voice from the darkness continued, and it remained sincere:

"What if I were to say that even so, in the very end, everything will still return to its original state?"

These words almost jolted the boy awake from his endless drowsiness. He suddenly opened his eyes and said:

"Will they continue to bully us, and will everything we've suffered happen to other people?"

"No. They won't bully you anymore, and nothing you've suffered will happen to anyone else, because they will all die!"

Only this one, the voice spoke with unwavering conviction.

"Then why do you say that?"

His eyelids were extremely heavy, but the boy still stared intently at the figure in the darkness.

The other party explained:

"Because the church cannot disappear, or rather, the order that the church represents must exist."

"Moreover, child, even with this compromise, I may not succeed. However, I can guarantee that I will make the fallen people pay with blood and lives! This is not limited to any one person, but to the entire church and even this continent!"

"This is the only thing I can guarantee."

What would a supernatural world become if it lost its order?

To put it simply, even if Rome were ten or a hundred times more insane, it still wouldn't be as terrifying as this.

Because Rome was still maintained by order, slaves were still considered wealth that the ruling class needed to manage.

The boy's desire was clearly conveyed in his voice.

The boy hoped that those in high positions would never dare to bully them again.

But he also knew that even he couldn't completely achieve that.

This world is destined to be a pyramid structure.

Fortunately, there is another person standing at the top of this pyramid.

He cannot change the gap between mortals and those in high positions, but he can do his best to improve the situation of mortals.

Such as now.

If he succeeds, both mortals and extraordinary individuals will know that although it was achieved through compromise, it is a sword that even mortals can wield.

If he fails, it doesn't matter; he will simply appear as someone the Fallen Ones can never resist.

Regardless of the cause, the corruption of the church will be eradicated!

But for the boy, he was already satisfied.

Even so, I accept it. Because this is enough, it's far more than I wanted.

The raging storm subsided, and the moonlight pierced through the dark clouds to illuminate the earth.

The boy, who had finally received a satisfactory answer, was completely pale.

But in the very end, he still said with satisfaction:

"In return, you can take everything from me as payment."

After saying that, the boy lost consciousness.

Endless white frost spread from beneath the horse's hooves, enveloping and freezing the boy.

Under the gradually emerging moonlight.

Moen, who was riding on the white pegasus, jumped off the horse.