The blood moon descended, and the dark purple sky seemed to announce the arrival of the Demon King. Time stood still at this moment, and everyone's movements were completely frozen.
Those who looked up from below the castle had vacant eyes, as if they had turned into puppets, and time seemed to stand still at the moment of Safa's arrival.
In the room, Maggie looked at the castle fragments suspended in mid-air and the undead army unable to move, then slowly looked up at the demon king floating in the void above.
His deep purple eyes still held the familiar cruelty and cold-bloodedness; the moment you met his gaze, it felt as if all the blood in your body froze.
Do you know the price for making me take action?
Safa looked down at Maggie with a condescending gaze, his tone like that of a wicked devil playing a cat-and-mouse game.
"Please help me break the teleportation array."
Maggie feigned fear, as if she hadn't realized how terrible the price Safa had mentioned was; at this moment, all she could think about was how to survive.
"Um?"
Safa raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes, lost in thought.
Maggie's heart sank. She had a feeling that Safa might have discovered something, but he was in Hell and shouldn't know much about her.
"Lord Demon King..."
Her eyelashes trembled with fear, and she cried out in terror. Everything around her froze, and she was playing a game of chess with the Demon King, relying solely on herself.
"Perhaps you have another option. I can take you away without you having to pay any price."
Safa looked down at Maggie with a playful grin and offered a proposal that Maggie would find hard to refuse.
The premise is that Maggie really just wants to live, not to save people.
Maggie could even hear her own heartbeat in her daze.
Oh no, Safa noticed something was wrong with such a small detail. What should we do now?
Demons don't save people...
Safa must be wondering if she is a devoted follower of the devil.
Maggie tried her best to control her rapid breathing caused by panic, making her voice sound as plausible as possible.
“I am your loyal pawn and the Holy Maiden of Light. If... I can stop this disaster, I can gain a place in the temple and help you deal with the Pope better.”
Her mind raced, analyzing the pros and cons with clear logic. If she were Safa, she certainly wouldn't have been able to resist such a temptation.
Moreover, she spoke from the heart; her desire to kill the Pope was always genuine.
As expected, Safa, who had been looking at her casually, showed a hint of interest after she finished speaking.
“Very good. This time I will help you break the teleportation array without charging any reward.”
Maggie was overjoyed for a moment, but was quickly plunged into hell by Safa's next words.
"As long as you can withstand the backlash from my attack, I will allow you to continue being my Holy Maiden of Light."
"If not, I will take your soul now."
Safa's ink-black hair cascaded down his chest, the horns on his head reflecting a faint luster, and he seemed to be surrounded by a bloody aura.
The overwhelming evil made Maggie unconsciously hold her breath.
Maggie didn't know if he had seen through her ulterior motives or if he still thought she was a vain saint, but this was the best outcome for now. As for the backlash Safa mentioned...
She was unaware that no one in the comics had made a demon contract with the Demon King.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. The Demon King's laws are incompatible with those of the Coral Continent. The fact that he was able to descend was already a loophole. It seems unlikely that he could act on his own.
The price to pay for this can only be paid by her, the bridge connecting the demons.
If she really dies from the backlash, then she can only blame her bad luck; she has already done her best.
Maggie smiled bitterly to herself, but on the surface, she still wore an expression of deep gratitude.
"Thank you, Demon King."
With a sneer from Safa, his bone wings flapped, and all the undead around him instantly turned to dust, along with the teleportation array, which dissipated in a bizarre way.
She couldn't even sense the Demon King's power; it vanished without a trace before her eyes.
It was as if none of this had ever happened.
At the same time, Maggie could also feel that the life force in her body was being rapidly devoured, and her body was rapidly weakening. Judging from her current state, she was no different from an old person who had run out of energy.
Maggie's body went limp and she knelt down uncontrollably, her consciousness fading, and she didn't even know when Safa had left.
Her body fell into a warm embrace, and she could faintly hear a woman crying.
In her dazed state, Maggie was still thinking that she didn't regret going this far, but unfortunately she overestimated herself, thinking she could withstand the Demon King's backlash.
...
Before Eve could figure out what was going on, the surging army of undead around her suddenly vanished, and the saintess who had been standing in front of her collapsed beside her, her face pale.
She instinctively reached out and caught Maggie's body.
It took her a while to realize what had just happened. When she came to her senses and looked at Maggie's tightly closed eyes, tears immediately started falling like they were free.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Don't die! Wake up, please!"
She thought she was going to die, but the saintess broke down the door like a prince and saved her life a second time.
Although we don't know what just happened, the disappearance of the teleportation array and the undead must be closely related to Her Highness the Saintess.
Looking at her current state, it's highly likely that she risked her life for it.
Having figured all this out, Eve cried even harder, helplessly holding Maggie's body and shouting outside, hoping to find someone like a court magician to save Her Highness the Saintess.
But she soon realized that waiting for Maggie would only be more dangerous, so she used all her strength to lift Maggie up and stumbled towards the castle.
But just as she stepped out of the corridor, a man emerged from the shadows.
Her hair was silvery-white and curly, and her appearance was so stunning that she seemed inhuman. Her pale purple eyes were incredibly clear, as if they were without a single flaw.
Eve remembered that he seemed to be someone who followed Her Highness the Saint.
Eve had just exerted too much force, and now she had bumped into someone. Her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, but she didn't forget to ask for help before she fell.
"Save Her Highness..."
Although she wasn't seriously injured, her magic had been completely depleted in the battle with Joyce, and her strength was almost gone. She could only helplessly speak to the man in front of her.
"...."
Xiu looked down at the woman in front of him, whose life force was weak, and stared at her quietly for a long time before bending down to pick her up from Eve's arms.
A glimmer of hope appeared in Eve's eyes, and she was about to say something when she was stunned by what she saw.
The man gently pressed his lips against the Saintess's lips!
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