Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

Yang Yu took the Holy Light Acceleration Stone handed over by Liu Chuan and tossed it directly to Iyas nearby.

”Commander...” Liu Chuan hesitated, ”It’s nothing. I’ve brought the item you requested from Bishop Wusiger, please use it wisely.”

”Is there nothing else?” Yang Yu asked.

Liu Chuan pursed his lips; this kind of casual speech, this tone, he definitely wouldn’t forget.

”We’ve also brought quite a bit of the Goddess Sect’s holy artifacts, but those are very precious items. The bishops unanimously agree that those should be managed by the Goddess Sect.

The Holy Light Acceleration Stone is already a special concession.”

Yang Yu shrugged, ”Alright, since you say so. There’s no way around it.

Now, bishops, members from the Goddess Sect who have come to support us, I’ll keep my words brief.

You should have heard from Bishop Wusiger about the seriousness of the situation, so I won’t elaborate.

Since I have been appointed as the commander, I hope you can set aside your pride and fight alongside us.”

At this point, Yang Yu’s tone shifted sharply, becoming incisive:

”I hope that even if you pretend, you will pretend to be willing to fight alongside us...

If you dare to act on your own and disrupt our combat plans, you will be responsible for the consequences.

As the commander of this operation, I have the authority to execute anyone here.”

A bearded bishop gently stroked his moustache, clearly displeased with Yang Yu’s attitude.

They are bishops of the Goddess Sect, people who have earned the respect of the world to sit in their current position, they only obey the goddess and higher-ranking bishops, who is this kid to order them around.

”Then, does anyone else have any questions?”

The bearded bishop pouted, finding Yang Yu staring fiercely at him.

A white light flashed across the sword edge of Yang Yu, and the bearded bishop noticed the chaos around, yet Yang Yu was almost unscathed, swallowing his words instantly.

The bearded bishop internally commented, given the special situation now, it’s best to listen to him this time.

Yang Yu gave a meaningful smile to the bearded bishop and began arranging tasks for the supporting troops.

Even in such a crisis, it couldn’t be ensured that everyone reached a consensus, having no ulterior motives.

Hearsay, after all, is not as convincing as seeing something firsthand.

Whenever something is heard to be serious, there are always people questioning its seriousness.

Yang Yu was long accustomed to this.

Yang Yu didn’t have time to reverse their thoughts now, he could only hope that they would truly realize the seriousness of the problem in the upcoming confrontation with the Curse Sect.

Due to the urgent need for combat power, Yang Yu ignored this minor conflict, not bothering to fuss, but he still kept a watchful eye on this Goddess Sect’s reinforcement.

If any of them dared to do anything transgressive, Yang Yu would show no mercy.

Lest a single rat spoil the whole pot of broth.

With the reinforcements sorted out, Yang Yu turned his gaze to Bai Jin, who was fully focused on dismantling the barrier.

Yang Yu knew very little about magic; he could only trust Bai Jin’s ability.

Bai Jin continuously probed the Magic Barrier, and its owner Kekarlos sensed Bai Jin using magic to probe, trying to dismantle the barrier.

Kekarlos unscrewed the bottle cap, tossed a candy into her mouth, looked at the second barrier that had just formed in front of her, and rarely sighed.

”Even if Kexiya used her life as the cost, she didn’t buy much time?”

Recalling everything until now, Kekarlos took another candy from the jar.

Self-Control is the name Kekarlos inherited from her mother.

Compassion, Self-Control, Song Yang, Modesty are disciples that have been passed down for quite some time.

Before her death, Kekarlos’s mother had a good relationship with Kexiya.

To Kekarlos, Kexiya was like a mother-in-law.

With Kexiya truly dead, Kekarlos didn’t feel much, similar to when her own mother passed away with no real feeling.

Kekarlos didn’t know if the so-called new world spoken by the sect truly existed, but since her mother believed so strongly, Kekarlos was willing to believe such a world existed.

She grew up with her mother’s expectations, becoming what her mother wished for.

Now she, as her mother expected, contributes power to the Curse Sect.

”The outside barrier won’t last much longer. There’s no time to weave a third barrier.”

Kekarlos put the candy back into the jar, took out a small knife, and suddenly sliced her wrist, the bright red blood splattering onto the barrier before her.

The newly woven barrier surged with countless small magic arrays, constantly absorbing the magic power within Kekarlos’s blood, rapidly reinforcing the barrier with unbelievable speed.

Kekarlos’s complexion was pale.

Originally, this capability should also be passed to her children, but with demon summoning imminent, even if it meant using methods that could harm the source or lose power, it was already inconsequential.

Drop after drop, the blood slowly dripped.

A dozen Curse Sect believers surrounded the black pool, just like Kekarlos had cut her wrist earlier, using knives to unhesitatingly slice open their own wrist veins.

The vivid red continued to merge into the black pool.

Believers from the Curse Sect, drained of color, can’t help but fall into the black pool, causing wave upon wave to rise.

Gasque Loren looked at it all, touching his lamp emitting a bluish glow.

The lamp’s temperature was as cold as his heart.

Thought he’d become completely numb long ago, but watching the believers sacrifice themselves one by one in front of him, Gasque Loren couldn’t help but be moved.

When the last believer at the edge of the black pool splashed water, the incessantly chanting Curse Sect believers fell silent, clasped their hands, knelt, and prayed.

The black, turbulent water slowly calmed, deep and mysterious as if just looking at this black pool would consume one’s soul completely.

Without warning, a vortex appeared at the center of the black pool.

The first to rush out from the vortex was streams of black energy, floating like clouds.

The black energy didn’t linger long above the vortex; in the blink of an eye, clumps of black energy sped away in search of their hosts.

Bar’s voice rang by Gasque Loren’s ear once again:

”I can sense they are about to penetrate the barrier. I’ll first grant you the agreed power, and then you can welcome my most reliable subordinates.”

The vortex at the center of the black pool grew larger, quickly whirling to the edge of the black pool.

The previously empty black pool bottom revealed a long tunnel, filled with endless streams of black, purple, and blue electricity, with terrifying wails, roars, and wind sounds emanating ceaselessly from within.

Bar’s voice gradually became clear by Gasque Loren’s ear:

”Firstly.

Let me introduce you to my most loyal subordinates.

The wise Agares.”