"The Church of Calamity? Named after you directly, huh? Tsk, that's quite prestigious," Junlin clicked his tongue.

I really hope that one day someone will believe in Him and establish a Church of King's Landing; that would be so interesting.

E'nan nodded, not feeling embarrassed at all.

There are many believers in him, and this Church of Calamity may well have been founded by the descendants of someone who believed in him in ancient times.

But none of that matters. What matters is that he wants to know the whereabouts of his other nine siblings.

The doors of the "Church of Calamity" are tightly shut, and under normal circumstances, only church members can open them using secret methods.

But Evil didn't think so, and threw a punch directly at him.

boom!

The church doors shattered instantly.

However, at the same time, cracks appeared on the arm of the man suffering from misfortune.

This is a sign that the physical body is on the verge of collapse, but it can temporarily maintain its intact appearance due to the calamity.

Junlin silently gave a thumbs-up to the calamity in his heart.

My ancient demon king is awesome!

Following the entrance, the two entered the church, where a cool, gloomy atmosphere greeted them.

Not long after.

The two then reached the end of the road.

The space suddenly opened up before them, where hundreds of demonic cultivators dressed in black robes stood ready to welcome their arrival.

Behind these demonic cultivators, on the high seat, sat a handsome middle-aged man.

E'nan glanced at the demonic cultivators present, and finally his gaze fell on the middle-aged man sitting at the back.

The middle-aged man was also looking at Evil and King's Landing.

For some reason, when he looked at the calamity, he always had a strange feeling in his heart, and he wanted to kneel down in worship.

But he immediately suppressed this inexplicable feeling.

bow down?

Apart from the Demon Lord, no one is qualified to make him kneel before him!

The person before him actually made him want to kneel down; this was an insult to his faith in the Demon Lord!

He would never allow anyone in this world to shake his beliefs!

The middle-aged man stood up with a grim expression. "Kill him!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the group of black-robed demonic cultivators attacked the two directly.

Junlin was taken aback upon seeing this, and while dodging the attack, he couldn't help but complain, "Dude, aren't they your followers? Why are they attacking right away? Are you a fake?"

E Nan's lips twitched. He never cursed, because if anyone displeased him, he would kill them on the spot.

But now, he wants to swear.

You stole the Demon Heart and gave you the body. The two things that most directly identify you are gone. Isn't it normal that others didn't recognize you?

Seeing that E'nan did not respond, Junlin directly shouted at the middle-aged man: "How dare you! This is E'nan, your master! How dare you be so insolent!"

Upon hearing Jun Lin's words, the group of black-robed demonic cultivators immediately stopped fighting.

Everyone turned their gaze toward the middle-aged man behind them.

They usually obey the middle-aged man because he is their leader, but they always worship the demon lord, Calamity.

If the person in front of me is truly the Demon Lord.

Then they'll have to ask what this cult leader's intentions are!

The middle-aged man frowned slightly upon hearing Junlin's words, and looked at E'nan again, the urge to kneel still lingering.

But the Demon Lord doesn't look like that!

The middle-aged man calmly said, "Impossible! This is neither the Demon Lord's body nor his demonic heart. If you want to deceive me, you should at least come up with a better reason!"

Junlin glanced at E'nan: "So your body and demonic heart are the key. I thought they would recognize you at a glance."

Misfortune sighed, speechless.

"Stop dawdling and show them my body and demonic heart."

These black-robed demonic cultivators were, after all, his followers. Even if he was a demon, he would not arbitrarily kill his followers.

Junlin shrugged and showed the body and demonic heart of the Calamity to the group of demon lord followers present.

He then shrugged and said, "Now you can prove that he is your Demon Lord, right?"

After thinking about it, E'nan felt it still wasn't enough.

In order to avoid further entanglement with these believers, he directly detached from his current body and appeared before everyone as a soul.

The soul is the true nature of calamity.

With flapping wings and flowing hair, a black line on her profile did not detract from her beauty but instead added a touch of sinister charm.

Even Junlin had to admit that he was much more handsome than Luo Jie.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened at the sight. Before he could even process what was happening, he had already knelt down!

Yes! This is the Demon Lord!

If it were merely King's Landing displaying the body of Calamity, he might suspect that King's Landing had intercepted and killed the believers they had sent out.

But at this moment, the vengeful spirit appeared before him.

He then had no further doubts.

Although it is unclear why the Demon Lord did not use the bodies and demonic hearts they had prepared, the Demon Lord's actions were naturally based on his own considerations.

All they need is unconditional trust.

Junlin looked at the black-robed demonic cultivators kneeling on the ground before him and silently withdrew his body and demonic heart.

That old scoundrel clearly had a way to prove his identity, yet he was made to go through all that trouble. He's truly despicable.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, filled with remorse!

He actually ordered the believers present to attack the Demon Lord! He deserves to die!!

The group of black-robed demonic cultivators were also experiencing a variety of emotions at this moment.

Regret for intervening in the disaster.

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