After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 258 - 2: Why Are You So Confident?

"Thank you very much for your trendous help."

The young Pope said this while thinking of the two disobedient sects that had been wiped out. He seed quite happy as he asked, "Where is Lord Yila? I would like to thank him personally."

Since the only guests standing under the church were Satan Ye and Vera, the young Pope did not speak in riddles or use hints and references... because he knew that these two probably wouldn’t understand.

So, Pope Mille did not intend to bring up matters concerning various sects... For certain reasons, he had no way of directly saying, "I can fund you, and you help eliminate so more sects."

Maybe next ti, he would still need to find another opportunity to collaborate.

"He has returned to the Demon King Territory... Is there anything you need us to convey?"

Referring to Vera who said this, Mille thought for a mont and decided against saying anything. *He felt that talking to these two was a waste of effort...* So he just shook his head while smiling. "No, nothing else."

Regarding this cooperation, the most striking part... was indeed the headquarters of the Fla Demon Sect, now turned to ruins and deep pits. *He had confird that the terrifying rumors about Yila were indeed true.*

*Although such destruction was truly hard to believe that a human could accomplish it.*

"However, there might be so matters that the Demon King would need to know... Is this Witch Demon trustworthy?"

The young Pope said this, *noticing that the hired individuals who had completed their respective tasks outside were heading towards the bishops outside the church for their rewards, preparing to speak sothing.*

Satan Ye and Vera exchanged glances, and Vera prepared to leave the church... After being in the Empire for so long, this skill of reading the room was there.

However, she was decisively stopped by Satan Ye.

"Miss Vera is trustworthy, so there’s no harm in saying anything."

"..."

Seeing Vera halt and Satan Ye speak so proudly, Mille paused, feeling slightly envious of Satan Ye. He then simply reminded the two, "The intensity and scale of the Four-Legged Uprising will continue to increase year by year."

This statent evidently had no basis. Even the Wizards of the Three Towers had never ntioned this, so it seed there was no supporting data...

About the disaster nad the Four-Legged Uprising, did the theocratic country know so details?

Regarding this point, Vera and Satan Ye could not be sure. They could only give the Pope a deep look to show that they understood... But both parties understood that this was rely a "reminder."

However, it did have significance. So... A reminder in return would be appropriate.

"Well then, Pope Milyan... I also have so information I want to share with you."

Satan Ye said this, preparing to divulge sothing...

"Wait... No, my side also... Wait, after all..."

Mille’s expression kept changing. He genuinely wanted to say, "My people are also trustworthy, so feel free," but he couldn’t bring himself to say it... *His rationality told him that was not the case.*

Saying this, Mille looked at Satan Ye’s puzzled face, then at the bishops inside the church who respectfully bowed their heads, and commanded: "You may leave. They have no ill intent."

Upon the youth’s words, the followers imdiately left the church.

"..."

"Sorry to have embarrassed you."

Pope Mille apologized, but Satan Ye did not mind, displaying great understanding. He said: "I know. Yila also said... this is the part of the Demon King Territory and Silver Moon Tree Court that does not fit in with the world."

It was also the reason Yila certainly did not belong to the empire.

Indeed, besides the Demon King Territory and the Silver Moon Tree Court... all nations were the sa.

"Go ahead and speak..."

With these words, Mille felt slightly better.

Satan Ye nodded, revealing so crucial, albeit not forbidden, information, with Yila’s permission (main reason): "The gods are dead."

"..."

Mille: "I knew it..."

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"Yila Elkaras... I’ve heard your na for a long ti."

Said a Blood Clan mber chained in the Half-plane Prison, addressing Yila. He seed to ignore Senata standing beside Yila... or perhaps he thought it unnecessary to converse with her.

"Franziska Bruh."

Yila called by his na.

"..."

"..."

Silence followed.

"Aren’t you curious about sothing? Like, what secrets the stone slab holds?"

Franziska asked.

However, regarding this aspect, Yila was already clear. Vera’s consud mories clearly revealed so things, combined with his deductions, the truth was already in front of him, so he was very aware...

"There are no secrets, just so outsiders wanting to confirm the contents on the slab themselves."

Yila said casually, looking at the young male Blood Clan mber before him. He continued, "Incidentally, they suspect I am related to the chaos of Destruction of the World, thus wanting to eliminate prematurely."

It was summarized very succinctly, though terrifying in its statent.

"Mr. Yila?! "

Even Senata showed a shocked expression because the term "outsiders" referred to beings extrely difficult to deal with, not at all on the sa level as normal enemies.

It’s as if there’s a gang fight of twenty-year-old punks near a school, and suddenly a Tiger tank drives up, ready to blast away... utterly out of proportion to normal existence.

Of course, these twenty-year-old punks are "Legends," while other practitioners in this scenario would be akin to elentary school students...

The shock is not just due to the outsiders’ attitudes toward Yila but also Yila’s current deanor... *For so reason, hearing "outsiders want to kill ," he remained unusually calm.*

"Are you confident in victory, Yila Elkaras?"

Franziska asked, slightly surprised, awaiting Yila’s response. *He subconsciously felt Yila was pretending to be calm, yet rationality told him...*

Yila, who led the Demon King Territory’s army to Purgatory, remained the nightmare haunting his dreams.

"Absolutely not."

But Yila simply answered, *taking a deep breath and unhesitatingly exposing his worries to this prisoner.* "I’m not sure about my strength, probably inferior to the outsiders... I might die?"

"..."

*But why maintain such a nonchalant attitude?*

"However, I might only die once..."

Yila supplented this.