Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

With each other's permission, Issa was overjoyed.

It is only by such presence that the number of enemies can be ignored and an end put to the scourge of extinction.

Though there may be more afterwards, Issa can only think about it first.

In the void, a card appears.

On the deck is a fiery demon holding a ram flag in one hand and a long horn in the other.

“The Devil's Order. ”

“NOTE: This card represents the will of the Demon God and focuses on your world, allowing you to act under its name. “

Issa grabbed the card and looked into the sky.

Demons have adapted to the way humans attack.

They kill the rebels more skilfully.

The situation of the Episcopal Army is precarious.

There were too many deaths and some positions were on the verge of collapse.

The war slipped to a one-sided situation.

With a moment of kung fu, the resistant humans will be slaughtered by the heavenly demons.

At this moment, a holy light attracts the attention of all.

Surviving ecclesiastical armies all look out.

Pope opened his holy wings and stood on the ruins of the church.

“Yes, Your Holiness! ”

“Saved! ”

People were crying and shouting.

The great saint Hutt searched everywhere, but saw no sign of his brother.

“Ivan...” He sat on the ground with a loss of soul.

The vast glow of holiness embraces the Pope's ascent to the sky, as if it were a new dawn star.

Ten cards in her hand.

“Stop.” She drinks.

The Episcopal regiment, which was still resisting, ceased its attacks.

The demons perceived something wrong and stood halfway and looked at her with vigilance.

“In the name of the Lord of Evil Spirits, give you one last chance to put an end to this war and never to violate it again.” The Pope said.

The voice just went down and she dialed the "Devil's Order.”

The card is scattered with debris stars.

Contract sign activated.

In her hand, the remaining nine cards suddenly jumped halfway empty and spoke in unison.

“See my flag, obey my orders, obey my will. ”

Nine slap-sized cards, speaking such a majestic word, are ridiculous.

The demons looked at each other.

One of the demons waved his hand and shot a sharp golden light, cutting off the heads of several ecclesiastical armies.

This demon provoked his hope towards the Pope.

The Pope smiled softly.

She turned to the nine cards: "They did not obey your orders, and I ask for your presence. ”

“Yes,” replied the nine cards.

The Pope moved fast with his hands, spelling nine cards into a single pattern.

These cards are all strange trunks and organs.

After being stitched together, the whole card grew by a few points, forming a giant card.

It's not even like a card, it's like a small mural.

On the mural, a handsome young man stood on the back of a ram, holding a white rose in one hand and a spear in the other, with a bloody feather behind him and a round of black holy rings over his head.

Around this handsome young man, eighteen grey spirits surrounded him, bowing their heads and making a bowing position.

The Pope made prayer letters with his hands against giant cards.

And she whispered, “The damned fallen angel, the master of the evil spirits, the king of the Nine Prisons, the incomparable Asmod, I call upon you to share the rare spirit. ”

Giant cards turn into white smoke.

The voice of nine people speaking at the same time rang out: “Though there is a contract, you have disturbed my sleep and, as a reward, you will have to spend several days with me throughout the night. ”

Issa shunned her words and said carefully: "By the covenant, I will share with you the rare souls of these epochs. ”

White smoke scattered.

A figure appears.

That's the handsome man on the card.

It seemed to be limited by what appeared to be a false illusion and a transparent illusion.

Nor did he have any weapons on his hands, let alone mounted and followed.

A handsome man looks around.

The fierce demon who had attacked before, probing a golden thread.

The golden wire cleaves space and instantly reaches handsome men.

“Stupid. ”

handsome men.

The gold wire disappeared in front of him, but appeared behind the fierce demon.

The demon was cut in two by his own attack.

This scene pisses off all the demons.

They roared and rushed towards handsome men.

The handsome man sighed, "A bunch of lambs without knowledge can't even tell the cause and effect laws. ”

“Issa, even this kind of thing, you're going to summon me, and I'm starting to question your contract. ”

“It's not like that, Asmod, they're all from hell.” Issa hastened.

“Hell?” Asmod laughed, "They don't have hell on them--”

He suddenly stopped and turned his eyes back on the demons.

“I see, you mean, they come from the hell that the world is connected to. ”

By the time they spoke, the demons had rushed up and shouted and attacked.

Ashmood beat up a debt and said, “Everything that offends me is a blasphemy to Purgatory. ”

The voices have just fallen, and all the demons are in the air.

They are immobile, including their faces and movements, fixed at one moment.

Asmod flies forward and gently smashes the head of a demon.

He pushed his fingers into each other's necks, smeared a little flesh and licked it with his tongue.

Asmod was intoxicated: "A wonderful dead spirit, an indestructible dead spirit, I felt the power of the Yellow Springs Law. ”

“But is it strange that the soul of death appears in the human world? ”

“… interesting, there must be something wrong with it. ”

“Is there any trouble with the demons of hell here? ”

Asmod's divine color sank.

He said, "Issa, prepare a thousand living men for sacrifice, and I will come to the world to help you. ”

“Obey your will, Your Excellency.” Issa said.

“You did a great job this time, and I'll use the power of Nine Layers of Purgatory to expand the ceiling of one more card of choice for you. ”

“Thank you, Your Excellency.” Issa said.

“Let's go.” Asmord said.

“But... what about them?” Issa hesitated.

She pointed to thousands of demons in the sky.

“The Yellow Springs Law of your world is out of control, and I have their souls. ”

Asmod, open your hands.

The spot of dense numbness appeared in his hand.

“An unexpected harvest, isn't it?” He smiled softly.

“You're amazing.” Issa came from the heart.

“Stop talking nonsense and get ready for the sacrifice. I'm coming to see what's going on. ”

“Yes, Lord Asmord. ”

When Issa had finished, she landed in a hurry and began to arrange the matter.

Asmod stopped in the middle of the sky and looked at Issa without a trace.

Precious souls who have been to Misty Island… this is what they have always wanted.

I don't care what's wrong with the world.

It must be something big to make the demons who rule a hell of a land go wrong.

Even if you are the owner of nine levels of purgatory, you should not be involved in this unknown horror.

With sacrifice came the world.

Get Issa and leave immediately.

That's what you do.

Asmod quickly decided on the idea.