This Holy Knight is So Despicable!

In front of the Suffering King City, the Suffering Demon stood atop the high walls, gazing into the distance.

The army charging from afar was naturally the Three Thousand Demon Armor Army that had already made every branch of the Gate of Truth tremble in fear.

The Suffering Demon had to admit, this move by Lette was truly a cunning one.

The Gate of Truth is incredibly powerful, possessing remarkable strength both at the top level with high-level combat power and at the bottom level with ordinary favored believers.

Moreover, they often hide in the shadows, safeguarding themselves while securing the greatest benefits.

Logically speaking, such an organizational structure essentially has no weaknesses.

Yet Lette, in this near-perfect state, found a breakthrough—a crack in the elite favored.

Looking at the entire Gate of Truth, there was no favored or believer who could confront Lette's Favored Clan army head-on!

In fact, they didn't even have the qualifications for a battle.

This put the Gate of Truth in an embarrassing predicament.

Using the Favored Clan to counter Lette's favored was simply ineffective, merely being toyed with like puppets.

If they organized a group of powerful Gods to strike across levels, it would be hard to guarantee Lette wouldn't pull out some strange trump card, slaying the Gods of the Gate of Truth being sent to encircle him.

Such an event isn't impossible!

Bear in mind, Gods are precious, non-renewable resources!

The loss of a war-dead God, no matter how many favored ones, cannot compensate.

What's even more troubling for the Gate of Truth is that whenever a God dies in battle, Lette always finds a way to make full use of it, creating new Gods to fill his ranks.

This kind of fight ends up being a disastrous loss.

The Corrupt Lady is the blatant example!

Her death brought about an epic enhancement to the Holy Light Divine Court on Lette's side.

Lette disassembled her into Lady White Mushroom, the Fallen Fungus Lord, and the Tainted Mushroom King, even retrieving the God King level Divine Artifact of the Life God System.

Thereafter, leveraging the gifts from the Corrupt Lady, he invaded all the way into the Netherworld.

Not only did he sign an agreement with the Nether Sea, continuously dismantling the Power of Corruption to enrich the Holy Light Great World, but he also established a foothold in the Nether Beach.

The benefits brought by the Corrupt Lady's death were immensely abundant.

Other Gods defeated by Lette also became crucial resources in his hands.

Continuing to send Gods was merely adding to his feast.

Furthermore, with Lette's fearsome reputation, persistently dispatching Gods to their deaths would eventually create divisions within the Gate of Truth.

Now, at the favored level, they couldn't fight, and at the God level, they couldn't afford to die. Bound and constrained, they couldn't let go at all.

The King of Suffering suddenly felt truly aggrieved!

He really wanted to charge down with his subordinates and slaughter the three thousand Demon Armor Army below.

But he always had the feeling that Lette had hidden some tactics among this army.

As soon as power above Divine Rank was exerted, it would be triggered, trapping him in a scheme.

He had no desire to end up like the Corrupt Lady, dismembered and absorbed, eventually wholly obliterated.

"Attack!"

He angrily issued the command, deploying his most prideful Demon army.

"Don't think that only you have a demon army in the Netherworld; I have one too! And mine is stronger than yours!"

The Suffering Demon truly had the confidence to proclaim this!

Demons feed on the extreme emotions of all realms, and as the Demon Monarch of the Suffering Concept, the King of Suffering's strength was inherently powerful.

After all, happiness is fleeting; only suffering endures.

His royal guards were entirely composed of high-level demons, all of the golden species! A full army of seventeen thousand!

Even within the Gate of Truth, this was an explosive presence.

The golden species favored ones are born with the strength of a fifth-level Promoter in the Mortal World of All Realms.

Once they reach adulthood, they can possess Holy Rank or even Legendary strength.

The starting point of the golden species is often at heights some bronze or even silver species could never reach in a lifetime.

This disparity marks the inherent superiority or inferiority of racial foundations.

Furthermore, the royal guards were personally trained by the Prince of Suffering, wielding top-notch weapons and mounts!

Their combat capabilities were absolutely assured.

"Three thousand silver species, no matter how strong you are, there's a limit, right? Let me see if you can withstand my elite forces!"

The King of Suffering gritted his teeth, staring intently at the advancing three thousand Demon Armor Army.

Then, he saw the three thousand Demon Armor Army suddenly execute a synchronized action during their charge.

This group of guys unknowingly pulled out a wriggling card and inserted it into their belts.

With the dazzling light, the energy of this three thousand silver species Demon Armor Army surged impressively, with energy fluctuations rising and the unknown armor they wore becoming fiercer and more menacing.

"Go! Golden species! How is this possible!"

The King of Suffering couldn't believe his eyes; this Demon Armor Army had completed a racial upgrade halfway through their charge while galloping!?

And it was so uniform, so in sync, so effortlessly graceful!

What an excess! What do you take the golden species for!?

"You! You three, go up!"

The King of Suffering pointed angrily toward the battlefield, issuing orders to his three guardians.

These three guardians, whom he frequently kept by his side, were Servant Gods and powerful Demon Spirit species.

Among them, two possessed strength comparable to Six Winged Angels, and the Guardian Leader could even battle against an Angel Leader!

Sending these three was essentially employing God-level combat power.

For the King of Suffering, if all seventeen thousand of his golden species royal guards died, it would cause him agony for a long time.

But for him, it was more like losing a large investment.

With time and assets, they could still be slowly raised again.

But if these three Guardian Demons perished on the battlefield, it would be like carving out three massive pieces of flesh from his body!

Yet at this juncture, he had no other choice.

The enemy had already reached his Imperial City; as a conceptual level strongman, he couldn't simply abandon the city and flee.

But if he continued to allow them to breach the city, he would have no face left.

If he engaged, there was a risk of being scheme-stricken by Lette!

Damn it! Why did those fools at the Truth Council provoke such a calamity?

The King of Suffering hadn't finished cursing when he saw the leader of the three thousand Demon Armor Army, the strongest Blood Meat Demon charging at the forefront, pull out two more wriggling cards.

"Are you done yet!"

The King of Suffering cursed angrily but could only watch as this creature inserted both cards into his belt simultaneously.

As light shone, thirteen cards floated behind him, finally merging into one and integrating into his body.

The Demon Leader's aura surged again, reaching a level that even made the King of Suffering gasp.

"Demon Spirit species? No way! A Holy Spirit species! A demon actually advanced into a Holy Spirit species?

Strange, why am I having such a dream?

But where are his Demon Wings? Why is it still just a single pair?

Could it be, is this an unconventional advancement?"