"Is the Devil's Deal?"

The Lord of the Holy City kept recalling what the devil who left that day said in the office.

His hands were constantly rubbing against each other on the mahogany table, frowning.

The support of the Kyushu Empire has left.

Although he tried to keep him many times, Hu Ziming, who said he would never participate in other countries' internal affairs, left very firmly.

However, the threat of the Holy City has not been lifted, and the danger of the monks has disappeared, but the United States has repeatedly requested peacekeeping to enter the Holy City.

Although the Lord of the Holy City has politely refused many times, he still cannot withstand the burning humanitarian spirit of the United States.

"Only by experiencing this feeling of being humane can you know the bitterness in it."

The Lord of the Holy City looked at the several official letters placed on the table and rubbed his eyebrows with no strength.

Although the two holy objects of Solomon Temple and Abraham Stone fell into the hands of the Holy City, there is no one in the Holy City who has the ability to control these two holy tools.

Although the holy weapon is powerful, it is useless, and it can only scare people in the hands of the holy city.

But this cannot scare away the United States, who has made up its mind.

"Devils, the United States, symbolize betrayal, lies, and fraudulent creatures will one day beside the most democratic country in the world. I will even choose the former. I really don't know who this is a satire."

The Lord of the Holy City smiled bitterly.

“Is the irony important to whom?”

A hoarse teasing sound appeared behind the Lord of the Holy City.

"who?"

The Lord of the Holy City suddenly turned around.

Behind the Lord of the Holy City, Carlos leaned against the pure white wall and looked at the sharp nails on his right hand.

Beneath the pure white, the red scales on his body showed unusual hideousness.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the Lord of the Holy City felt that the demon in front of him had a desire and lie that penetrated his soul deeper than that day.

"Who will be there besides me?"

Carlos spoke hoarsely.

After washing his blood with the blood of the higher demons, Carlos felt that he had become a complete transformation.

The instinct of the demon who had fallen into the bone marrow was increasingly directing it like an arm.

After seeing that it was this demon, the Lord of the Holy City calmed down.

"Is the devil so idle now? I heard that the Holy Seek you never stopped."

Carlos smiled, and he walked around the vermilion desk in front of the Lord of the Holy City, and sat opposite the Lord of the Holy City with his legs raised.

"Besides the pope holding the sword of Cass, there is the disgusting angel, who has no threat to us at all, and neither of these two will come to find us in person."

Carlos said that although the dark creature seemed to be very embarrassed, in fact, it just looked embarrassed, and the dark creatures never hurt their bones.

"Humans, what you should think now is whether to accept our help, what are you doing? What are you thinking? I must remind you that we are not in a hurry, but some people don't know."

Carlos said in a bewitching tone.

The Lord of the Holy City knows who he is talking about, but the so-called negotiations should never let others take the initiative.

"You are talking about the United States. We now have two holy objects: Solomon Temple and Abraham Stone. Each one is no less than the Sword of Cass. Even the United States dare not enter the Holy City easily."

Carlos was not surprised or otherwise at the words of the Lord of the Holy City. He stretched out his hand and took a piece of white paper from the worker's desk and said:

"Is that true? Half true and false do you think Jiu can deceive me?"

Then, like an old senior was looking at his junior, Carlos said in his voice that was like a delayed friction in hell:

"Humans, when it comes to lies, you are still a group of young children who have not grown up."

"The Temple of Solomon and Abraham's huge rocks are indeed rare holy tools, but not everyone can use the holy tools, otherwise not everyone will be the Pope."

"Weapons are only in the hands of the strong, and they are weapons. When the weak, they are disaster."

The white paper was folded in Carlos's hands full of red scales. The pure white paper gradually turned brown and yellow as it continued to fold and looked like a sheepskin scroll that had been destroyed by time for hundreds of years.

Putting the sheepskin scroll on the table, Carlos stretched out his fingers and began to draw on it.

A series of characters like lava spread on the scroll like flowing magma.

But Carlos's voice did not stop.

"You are not the ones who repelled the people in the Holy City. That was done by the Jiuzhou Empire. Humans, you will not be so stupid that you can do whatever you want by holding two holy tools that cannot be used."

"You have to figure out that the powerful one is the Kyushu Empire, not you."

Carlos destroyed the position of the Lord of the Holy City with one sentence.

Every word he said was like a sword hitting the key point of the Holy City Lord.

"And now, if I did not calculate the time wrong, the people who came to help you guard the Temple of Solomon have left."

"It seems that humans are going to face the United States alone?"

Carlos smiled with a ridiculous feeling, as if at this moment he had escaped from the fear he had faced the inexplicable Oriental man before and began to regain his true nature as a demon.

Hysteria in madness and reason, hovering between fraud and desire.

"I began to appreciate your courage. Although we don't like the United States, it's not a small problem for you."

After all, this world is in the transition from myth and technology, and the United States' hegemony for decades is still deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The Lord of the Holy City knew that Carlos was right in every word, and he was even more shocked. This demon knew everything about the Holy City.

Only the unknown information can be used to exchange the wisdom of negotiation for the greatest benefit, but at this time the Lord of the Holy City knew that he had completely lost the dominance of negotiation.

Looking up at the demon whose fingers were still sliding on the brown scroll, the Lord of the Holy City said:

"What do you want?"

Carlos smiled, he did not stop stroking his fingers, as if a master was making the most proud painting.

"Have you heard of the Dark Cathedral?"

The Dark Holy See?

The Lord of the Holy City frowned. This name itself was not a good meaning.

"It doesn't sound like a good thing."

Carlos laughed at the Lord of the Holy City with a sly smile.

"It is just as irrational to judge people by their appearance as it is to judge things by their names."

"The devil is also rational?"

The Lord of the Holy City is the opposite.

After putting away his fingers, the lines on the ancient sheepskin scroll in front of Carlos were flashing with unusual light. After looking at the Lord of the Holy City, Carlos smiled:

"The devil is harder to be than you think."

His voice seemed to be filled with indescribable bewitchment in his hoarse voice.

"You don't know too much about the Dark Vatican, you just need to know that the Dark Vatican is a dark creature."

"Who are you from the Dark Holy See?"

"I? I'm just a dark creature."

"It seems that the owner of the Dark Holy See is another person, is it Earl Dracula?"

The Lord of the Holy City guessed directly.

The information of the vampire Dracula has long appeared in the databases of the countries. It is estimated that the author who wrote "Count Dracula" would not have expected that the prototype he wrote would have one day used the name of his protagonist.

There is no need to question the power of Count Dracula. He fights angels head-on and escapes unscrupulously. This is a testimony of power.

That was the angel Kass who defeated the demon beast tide head-on.

"It seems that he is quite famous."

Carlos curled his lips and seemed to have some objections to his colleague's reputation.

The Lord of the Holy City said: "Before he appeared, the popularity of this name was already quite high, and this time it was just making it bigger."

"But it's a pity that's not, the owner of the Dark Holy See, even we don't know who it is."

As if with fear and as if with a description of the unknown, Carlos talked about the man he could not imagine in an inexplicable tone.

"He is a powerful and non-existent existence in myths and an existence in myths. Even after you have seen him, you cannot express his existence in words or in any form. You don't know him."

"How about the angels of the Holy See?"

The Lord of the Holy City did not regard Carlos's words as facts, after all, the devil loves to lie except for the name.

It is normal for each sect to boast about the gods of their own sects.

Although it is a bit strange for the devil to do this, it is acceptable.
To be continued...