Father Fogallo frowned as he looked at the crow disappearing outside the window.
"Leviathan has failed."
"Is the God of the East so powerful?"
He thought for a moment, opened the drawer, took out a cross with a skull carved on it, and hung it around his neck.
He picked up a thick Bible, tucked it under his arm, and walked out of the confessional.
"Father!"
"Father Fogallo, where are you going?"
The refugees in the church came forward to say hello.
Fogaro looked at everyone and smiled kindly, "There is a big demon coming in the neighborhood next to me. I want to exorcise it."
When they heard the word "big devil", everyone's faces suddenly turned pale.
Some children even trembled all over.
Fugaro comforted: "Don't worry, everyone, the Lord is with you, and He will not give up on you."
As he spoke, he made the sign of the cross in front of himself.
The refugees also made the sign of the cross on their chests and prayed silently.
A smile of unknown meaning appeared at the corner of Fogaro's lips, and after a while of comfort, he came to the door of the church.
This church was built hundreds of years ago and has experienced a long period of erosion and is now in dilapidated condition.
Wind poured into the gap in the door, making a roar like a demon.
Two relatively strong men, one on the left and one on the right, carefully opened the door.
The icy wind rushed in instantly.
Black shadows exuding evil aura, like ghosts, rushed into the church.
Black shadows rushed across the church, making horrifying screams. Suddenly, the ancient church was filled with ghosts and hundreds of citizens fled in panic.
But at this moment, a holy white light was released from Fugaro's body.
More than a dozen evil black shadows were swallowed up by the white light and turned into powder.
Under the grateful and awed eyes of the citizens, Fogaro strode out of the church.
With a bang, the church door was closed.
Fogaro frowned as he looked at the ghosts floating on the street.
"Have you not been summoned by the Demon King yet?"
As the words fell, the ghosts of the entire neighborhood overlapped and turned into a pale man. He looked at Fugaro from a distance and said in a voice like rusty iron scraping, "You don't have to worry about my affairs."
While he was talking, at the crossroads fifty meters away, on the street on the east side, large waves of black fog suddenly poured out, and someone walked out of the thick fog.
The leader is a man whose whole body is covered by a gray robe, and behind him are two warriors wearing armor, one holding a spear and the other carrying a flag.
The man in gray robe saw Fugaro from a distance, nodded slightly, and walked north along the street.
Like a tide, armored warriors walked out of the black mist and followed.
Boom, boom, boom.
The ground is shaking.
A huge shadow cast down, blocking the moonlight.
Fogaro looked up and saw a huge humanoid creature hundreds of meters tall with an inverted triangular head passing through the city.
"Isn't Vassago dead?" Fugaro looked shocked.
As if hearing his words, the huge humanoid creature turned around and looked up, as if hellfire was burning in its vertical pupils.
Even though he was one of the seventy-two demon gods under the command of the great demon king Belial, Fugaro did not dare to look into these eyes.
When the other party turned around and continued moving forward, Fugaro let out a long breath.
Quietly wiping his sweat, Fugaro pulled off the cross hanging on his chest.
The cross immediately turned into a sword.
Holding the hilt of the sword, the fear in Fugaro's heart lessened a little, and he threw out the Bible in his hand.
The book with a worn cover opened in the wind and turned into a pair of black wings, attached to Fogaro's back.
Fugaro flapped his wings and faced the wind into the air.
He looked around and saw figures and demons walking in the darkness on the vast land under the night.
All the demon gods are converging in one direction.
To the north, a huge black door stands between heaven and earth, slowly opening.
That's the gate to hell.
An army composed of countless demons and evil hell creatures is pouring out of the gate of hell.
As soon as they arrived on the earth, they were like black floods, spreading in all directions.
Whether they are demons or hell creatures, they are all evil, chaotic, and bloodthirsty.
They have nothing to do with the word "order".
However, after a figure passed through the gate of hell, the countless violent demons instantly became quiet and knelt down on the ground.
Fogaro trembled, "Lord Belial..."
Before he finished speaking, he only felt enveloped by a huge force, and in an instant, he was on top of a huge stone pillar.
There are still seventy-one such stone pillars.
A total of seventy-two stone pillars stand behind the great demon Belial.
In front of the stone pillar is a dense army of demons.
On top of a stone pillar, stood an old sage. He was thin and looked very weak.
His mount is a crocodile, and a crow stands on his shoulders.
"Sir, all the seventy-two demon gods are here."
"The thirty-one legions of hell are also ready."
"We only need to wait for the Lord's order to conquer the East."
The old sage's name is Agares, and he ranks second among the seventy-two demon gods.
The Great Demon King Belial ignored this subordinate and instead raised his head to look at the sky.
The night is already deep.
Thick clouds covered the stars and moon.
The darkness between heaven and earth is as thick as ink.
Agares looked up.
The seventy-two demon gods, including Fugaro, also looked up.
Countless demons and evil creatures from the Hell Legion also looked up.
At this moment, a light suddenly appeared in the dark night sky.
Agares, the old sage from hell, narrowed his eyes slightly.
The light spot gradually grew larger.
That's a cloud in the sky.
Something glowed in the sky, illuminating the clouds.
Moreover, as this thing got closer and closer, the light became more and more intense, so that the thick clouds were turned into translucent light groups by the strong light.
Fogaro stood on the stone pillar, feeling an unprecedented fear, and subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.
The seventy-two pillars of demons are as if they are facing a formidable enemy.
Just the next moment.
The light finally penetrated the thick clouds.
The translucent cloud suddenly exploded.
Beams of dazzling light projected down, like a sun, appearing in the dark night sky.
The strong light fell, and countless demons and dark creatures appeared, with black blood oozing from their eyes, and smoke rising from their bodies as if they were being burned.
"It's an angel!"
"Three pairs of wings! How is that possible! Those are six-winged archangels!"
"Run away!"
The demon army on the earth instantly became a mess.
The seventy-two demon gods also felt fear when they looked at the six-winged archangel that suddenly appeared.
The fear from the depths of the soul was awakened again.
They don't understand why the archangel appears here.
But six wings represent power.
There is no way demon gods like them can compete with it.
As a result, the seventy-two demon gods all looked at the great demon Belial.
What surprised them was that their master, Lord Belial, the Great Demon King of Hell, smiled at this moment.
He looked at the archangel in the sky, which was as dazzling as the scorching sun, and slowly said: "My allies, are you ready too?"
