Possessing such power, I would not fear demons!
Even if it were a high-ranking demon from hell, or even a Demon King worshipped by all demons, I would not fear them!
The priest said that the Bible states that demons in hell are sealed by God. With such a seal, even if they were to break through the seal and possess a human, they could only bring a fraction of their power.
Compared to the power they wield in hell, their power in the mortal world would be greatly diminished.
This is God's protection of the mortal realm.
After being restricted by God, the power of demons in the human world is greatly reduced. With this level of power, even a Demon King could be dealt with, as long as one drinks holy water!
The attendant, his faith strengthened, with the resolve to challenge the Demon King, roared at Fang Ming.
"Demon King of Hell!"
"I have drunk the holy water, and I no longer fear your demonic sorcery!"
"Nor your peerless demonic sword!"
The attendant charged forward, intending to capture Fang Ming alive.
At this moment, he no longer feared the power of a Demon King, for he believed that God's power was the greatest, capable of suppressing all demons to hell.
And now, having drunk the holy water and been granted power by God, what was there to fear?
Fang Ming watched silently as the attendant, who had debated for a long time, wasted a lot of time, and then charged directly at him.
"What is their objective, to capture me alive? Then why the long discussion?"
"If I hadn't been here watching the fun, bored and waiting, would you have been able to catch me?"
Fang Ming, unable to understand their language, did not know what these people were saying.
If he had understood what the attendant and the knight had said, Fang Ming would have burst into laughter.
The sword in his hand was clearly a low-grade magical artifact of a cultivator, not some demonic sword from hell forged for eighty-one years!
A peerless demonic sword? Capable of taking souls to hell?
What a joke! It was merely a cultivator's magical artifact.
Moreover, a low-grade magical artifact did not possess such an advanced function as taking souls. Let alone a low-grade artifact, even a high-grade artifact did not have the ability to affect souls.
How could these people imagine that this flying sword could take one's soul to hell?
Their imagination was truly boundless.
And to mistake a cultivator for a demon from hell, evolving from a common demon to a high-ranking demon and then to a Demon King, was also quite something.
And the so-called holy water, which granted power upon drinking and allowed one to fight against magical artifacts, was even more astonishing.
Fang Ming could detect that this bottle of so-called holy water was just ordinary water, containing no divine power or supernatural energy.
Ordinary water, after the priest's solemn gestures and a plea for divine "blessing," became revered holy water through this ritual. Then, even in the face of the ferocity of Fang Ming's flying sword, which had already killed several knights, they dared to charge forward. This was truly ignorant.
The attendant's feeling of being filled with power after drinking the holy water could be easily explained – it was purely psychological, not any extraordinary power enhancing his strength.
And this kind of psychological boost to his confidence would not be able to withstand true power.
It was like convincing oneself that one was impervious to blades and spears, to the point of believing it, but still falling to a single bullet when facing firearms.
This attendant had brainwashed himself into believing that after drinking the holy water, he would be invincible and able to contend with Fang Ming's demonic sword.
Because Fang Ming's flying sword was a real flying sword, possessing true power.
Therefore, no matter how strong the attendant's confidence was, or how much he denied that Fang Ming's flying sword had lost its power, it was of no use.
Fang Ming continued to use his Qi cultivation to stimulate the spiritual energy within his body, channeling it into the flying sword.
The low-grade magical artifact, the flying sword, emitted a light hum from its blade, and in an instant, it transformed into a streak of green light, shooting towards the attendant.
*Crack.*
The green light struck the attendant's leg.
The attendant looked at his leg, which had vanished, his body pulverized, and felt the power continuously eroding his other limbs.
He was bewildered.
Fear began to creep into his heart.
His previous courage completely vanished!
In the final moments of his life, many questions filled his mind.
Why?
Surely Lord Knight had given me the holy water, I had infinite power, I could fight this demon from hell.
As long as I capture this demon and hand him over to the church, not only will Lord Knight receive supreme honor, but I will also gain much merit.
This was clearly a very good thing.
But now, the most serious problem had arisen.
Why, after drinking the holy water and possessing holy power within me, could it not expel the demon's demonic sword?
Why could it not nullify the demon's demonic sword?
The attendant had originally thought that the demon's long sword, even transformed into a streak of green light, could not harm him – because he had "holy power."
But now, the holy power within him could not stop the demon's demonic sword…
Why was this happening? Who could give me the truth?
The time for death had arrived.
The attendant, with confusion and a hint of resentment, departed from this mortal world.
According to the church's propaganda, those who fought for the church to capture demons would go to heaven after death.
But in reality, there was no heaven to ascend to.
Therefore, the attendant had completely died, disappearing from this world.
The attendant was dead, and his so-called Lord Knight, witnessing this scene, was filled with boundless fear.
That green light…
That green light…
How could that sword truly transform into green light? And how could that green light truly pierce the attendant's body and cause his death?
This, this! How was this possible? Was the demon not fabricated by the church, but real?
The knight knew very well that demons were fake, and Demon Kings were fake, because he had once discussed with the priest about identifying someone as possessed by a demon and then burning them alive.
Having always believed demons to be fake, he never expected to encounter a real demon!
My God! Demons are real!
Hell truly exists in this world, and demons truly exist. If the priest said there were no demons, it must be because his knowledge was insufficient, and he mistakenly believed there were no demons. In reality, the high-ranking officials of the church must know that demons truly exist!
So, God, heaven, and Demon Kings are real. In ancient times, God was indeed suppressed to hell by all the demons…
And this Demon King before me has emerged from hell, possessing a human.
The Demon King's power is so terrifying that even when possessing a child, he can unleash such power. Even with the holy water and God's seal suppressing him to this extent, he is still far superior to mortals, above them!