"Oh... Your Grace, this spectacle you've created consud 100,000 points of Wish Force, but it was replenished almost imdiately!" Alvin exclaid in delight!
Bai Yang nodded slightly, "I know, after all, we literally traveled through the internet cables to make them hear those words!"
"We truly made them aware of the demon's existence!"
The words those people heard in their ears didn't co from speakers or headphones—they echoed directly in their minds!
And the demonic head image they saw before them was also Bai Yang's handiwork.
This was precisely why it consud 100,000 points of Wish Force!
Bai Yang's judgnt was correct—just this small display of supernatural power was enough to plant the seeds of Wish Force in these people's hearts!
Bai Yang was quite invested in this performance because the spread of live streaming would be incredibly exaggerated—this was an excellent test of Wish Force sources.
Although the quality of Wish Force from live stream viewers was much lower compared to people on-site, its coverage was vast!
How many people were in one city? And how many could witness his mighty power?
But how many people were there globally? Gathering them together, a single live stream could easily reach hundreds of millions!
With so many people, wouldn't the Wish Force co even more effortlessly?
"Then in the future, can we continue with this format?" Alvin said again, "This way we might quickly accumulate more Divine Power to initiate the Ascension to Godhood Plan!"
Bai Yang waved his hand, "We'll discuss that later. Right now, I feel that becoming a god isn't that important. Is there anything gods can do that I cannot?"
"You certainly can, but the authority required by gods—without ascending to godhood, you'll never attain it!" Alvin said, "This point, you should understand better than I do!"
"It's not about attainnt, but about insufficient quantity!" Bai Yang said with a smile, "The power displayed by one point of Divine Power plus corresponding authority might require ten points of Divine Power from us to manifest! But I'm not lacking those ten points of Divine Power, nor am I lacking authority. What I lack is..."
"Definition!" Alvin said, "You want to define this world, rewrite rules, restart history, recreate myths!"
"Exactly!" Bai Yang said, "Rather than us describing history to them, it's better to let them imagine the history themselves!"
"This is what we need to do now!"
He didn't simply want to beco a god—he could have ascended to godhood back in Los Angeles long ago.
What Bai Yang wanted to do was sothing greater. What would be the point of becoming a god alone? He wanted to elevate the entire world together with him!
...
"Grand Commander?" Hearing this title, Jeff was puzzled, still crouching behind the parapet watching.
Just monts ago, his cara and headphones had exploded, forcing him to discard them.
His identity as a war correspondent was naturally lost too—he could no longer live stream, so he didn't know about subsequent events.
But miraculously, he himself remained unhard and could still watch from here.
Since he couldn't go anywhere now and couldn't contact anyone, he had no choice but to continue watching.
He didn't dare move either—if he made even a slight movent and got caught by the "demon" below, he'd likely be dead even if he didn't die imdiately!
Moreover, the nickna "Crazy Jeff" wasn't for nothing—Jeff inherently possessed a crazy nature deep in his bones. Otherwise, he couldn't have attracted fifty million fans through his personal charm and beco one of the world's top strears!
Therefore, even though his mind was screaming warnings frantically, he still tilted his head, watching the scene unfolding below the building.
He had a premonition that the world had already beco sowhat different, and right here would be his chance to encounter the supernatural!
He had beco one of the few humans who could witness this scene, and also a special recorder of this mont.
"I am a knight of the Lord of Hosts, not your Grand Commander!" On the square below, Leon said solemnly, once again summoning his steed of light, the Spear of Light reappearing in his hand.
This was the power of the Stigma. Facing this terrifying demon, he could feel the Stigma's power within his body gradually strengthening, his fighting spirit continuously surging forth!
"Lord of Hosts? Knight? Ha!" Baphot laughed, laughing with wild abandon and arrogance, then waved his hand, causing the wall behind them to collapse with a thunderous crash.
Behind the wall, nurous pairs of eyes were suddenly exposed.
Among these people were prison guards who had just fled back, but more were prisoners who had secretly erged during the previous battle.
In fact, the prisoners had been watching the earlier fight, and now they were simply continuing their observation.
Their thoughts were similar to Jeff's on the rooftop—they couldn't leave, so they could only listen and watch.
Why couldn't they leave? Because the throne raised by this demon blocked the prison entrance, the only exit of this island prison.
No one dared to simply run past—the earlier battle had shown them that in supernatural confrontations, the difference between humans and ants wasn't that great.
As a result, with the wall's collapse, their "eavesdropping" suddenly beca registered with real nas.
Prison guards and prisoners crowded together, appearing intimate and close, yet not daring to move before the demon!
"What I love most are you knights, after all you uphold virtues and are powerful warriors!" Baphot said to Leon, "If I can make you fall, you'll beco the finest demon knights in hell!"
He looked at the man before him with an appreciative gaze, but Leon could sense that the other wasn't really looking at him, but rather seeing sothing else through him.
Baphot waved his hand, and two people from the prison crowd behind him were pulled forward, "Why do I call you Grand Commander? Because long ago, a man who looked exactly like you was the Grand Commander, the Grand Commander of the Knights Templar!"
He smiled at Leon, "Back then I gave him two choices, but in the end he chose neither, instead choosing to beco my follower!"
"Unfortunately, he was captured back by an angel, which has always been my regret!"
"Today, seeing you reminds of him, so I'll give you two choices too!"
The two people were brought before Leon by Baphot—one was a prison guard, the other a prisoner.
"The first choice: kill this prison guard, and I'll sacrifice everyone else remaining in this prison!"
"The second choice: kill this prisoner, and I'll spare everyone in this prison!"
Hearing these words, Leon took a deep breath!
He keenly sensed the trap in the other's words—demons never had good intentions. He had even managed to corrupt the powerful Grand Commander of the Knights Templar back then, so today, he certainly wanted to corrupt him too!
But what exactly was wrong with killing the prisoner? He couldn't figure it out!
Leon observed the two people before him. Their characteristics were quite distinct—one was a strong prison guard, the other a thin prisoner.
This seed like no choice at all—he knew he should use the prisoner's life to exchange for the lives of over ten thousand people in the entire prison!
"A simple choice, right?" Baphot said, "But what if I told you the prison guard is a villain who has killed over a hundred people, while the prisoner is a devout believer who has saved many families?"
"Then how would you choose?"
He waved his hand, and the two people lifted their heads, speaking their words with wooden expressions. First, the prisoner spoke:
"I... am a farr. Many people like working on my farm because I provide them with food, lodging, wages, and a good life!"
"The Lord once taught us to be kind to everyone, so I try to help every person I encounter..."
"But the town farrs thought I was breaking the rules by giving workers too much money and too good a life. They set traps for , making fall into an abyss of debt I couldn't repay, until finally the court sentenced here."
As he spoke, images even appeared above his head—scenes of him helping others, being gentle and kind.
The demon wasn't lying—he truly was a good person, a devout believer.
The second speaker, when he lifted his head, had already caught Leon's attention. He had seen this man before—on the mafia's kill list, with the reason being "torturing and killing children":
"I am a prison guard, forrly a police officer. What I love doing most is killing people!"
"Especially killing little children—their cries and painful screams are my favorite sounds!"
"I love draining their blood, listening to their wails and sobs, and their breathing before death!"
"So wonderful to hear—they cry loudly before dying, until they cry themselves out of strength, then gradually, bit by bit, their voices grow softer, until there's no sound at all, and they die whimpering..."
Above his head were images of many children's corpses piled together!
He lifted his head, his face still wearing that wooden, controlled expression, but under the demon's control, it showed a subtle change:
"Oh, ten years ago, I think I killed a mafia child?"
"I rember him sowhat—I think his na was... Scott Rancocci?"
Hearing this sentence, the string nad "reason" in Leon's mind snapped with a thunderous crash!
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