This Holy Knight is So Despicable!

"No worries, no worries, seventeen thousand against three thousand! Three to one! We still have the advantage!"

The King of Suffering swallowed hard. Though he comforted himself this way, it wasn't very effective.

For some reason, he had an ominous feeling that things would go wrong.

Just as he was in doubt, a divine light suddenly descended from the sky, landing on the three thousand Demon Armor Army.

"Divine Chosen? On such a large scale!?"

The King of Suffering grabbed his hair, involuntarily clenching his fists.

The descent of the Divine Chosen is the best and most powerful way for a God to strengthen their Favoured's combat power.

But the cost of this move is astonishing.

Generally, a God will seek out the most powerful and crucial one among many Favoured and use the Divine Chosen on them.

Once selected as a Divine Chosen, this Favoured will gain unprecedented worship and trust from their Favored Clan, be regarded as the God's messenger, and display God's great power to lead everyone out of difficulty.

But the descent of three thousand Divine Chosen at once, are they planning not to live?

This is the Netherworld!

Among all realms, it's known as a barren land! A godforsaken place.

Unlike the wealthy Mortal World, here, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you'd only find some bone fragments and rotten flesh.

No choice, the greatest resource in the Netherworld is the Nether Sea. With the Death God and the Great Will present, other Immortal Divine cannot touch it at all.

As for the Nether Beach, that's just a garbage pile, a place where the Nether Sea dumps things it can't digest.

It seems valid, but if you think about it, you'll understand.

Things that the Nether Sea cannot digest, can these Immortal Gods turn waste into treasure?

What a joke?

The King of Suffering believed that he had accumulated quite a fortune through years of cultivation in the Netherworld, being relatively affluent in the entire Nether Beach, not to mention the gift from the Gate of Truth.

But even so, compared to the days when he was the Realm Prison Master in the Demon Realm, it still pales in comparison.

The savings over the years are nothing compared to a hundred years of gains as the Realm Prison Master.

How did Lette just raise his hand and descend three thousand Divine Chosen at once?

Even with money, you can't waste it like this!

But soon, the King of Suffering realized the seriousness of the problem.

Oops, it turns out he might really not care about this star point.

The reason being, he is recognized as the Death God's agent by the Great Will of the Nether Sea!

This means that, to a certain extent, he can call on the resources of the Nether Sea.

The premise is that it's official business.

The problem is, to fight these Immortal Gods of the Gate of Truth, or even to clear out these Immortal Species on the Nether Beach, from the perspective of the Great Will of the Nether Sea, is official business! Proper official business!

It's very likely that the funds might indeed be approved for Lette!

In other words, now this madman Lette is using the Nether Sea's money to strengthen his army!

After winning the battle, not only can he reimburse the public, but the Great Will of the Nether Sea will also thank him, give him rewards, promotions, and pay raises, and award him banners!

The King of Suffering suddenly felt dazed.

He suddenly realized that the gap between himself and Lette might not just be about skills or power, but some unspeakable thing.

How did things turn out this way?

Watching the three thousand golden Demon Armor Army, shining with the Divine Chosen glow, clash with his demon army, the King of Suffering painfully shut his eyes.

Yet despite this, the sound of slaughter, screams, and cries continuously pierced his ears.

Helpless, he could only place his hope on the three Guardian Demons.

As long as the three of them can work together to take down the opposing Holy Spirit Species demon leader.

Then, as Demon Spirit Species, they can directly feed back to the battlefield below.

The gap between racial tiers is absolute, and even numbers struggle to bridge it.

At that time, his chance of winning would still be significant!

Just as the King of Suffering calmed his emotions and opened his eyes, they immediately teared up from the dazzling Holy Light.

Holy Light? Why?

The King of Suffering blankly stared at the battlefield, bright as daylight, unable to describe his feelings for a moment.

Initially, the front-line reports indeed mentioned that these three thousand Demon Armor Army seemed to use something akin to Holy Light.

To this, the King of Suffering felt disdain.

What a joke!

Doesn't he know what Holy Light is? Doesn't he know whether demons can use Holy Light?

It must be something similar, but it cannot possibly be Holy Light!

This defies common sense, defies truth, and defies the demons' understanding!

Absolutely impossible!

But in reality, the enemy's three thousand Demon Armor Army, clad in Holy Light, wielding a Chain saw Sword in one hand and a Holy Light Bone Shield in the other, are crazily massacring his demon army with Holy Knight's combat skills.

The scene was as smooth as slicing through butter.

Finally pulling away, the Demon Armor Army took out a series of Gun Blasts, bombarding the fleeing demons relentlessly.

The Suffering Demon felt like someone had tied a bow on his brain upon seeing this scene!

Why does the Corpse Explosion Skill contain Holy Light now? Is it this harmonious?

At the brink of a mental breakdown, the situation with the Guardian Demon slightly eased his mind.

In a three-on-one situation, plus the Guard Captain's terrifying power, they were firmly suppressing that strange Holy Spirit Species demon leader.

At least, there's still a chance!

As the King of Suffering thought this, another brilliant Holy Light descended from the sky, landing directly on the demon leader.

The scene was so Holy Rank that the King of Suffering momentarily forgot that the chosen one was actually a demon.

"Still strengthening? Champion Chosen!"

The light dissipated, and behind the demon leader, two pairs of holy white wings emerged, combining with the pre-existing pair of Demon Wings to form Six Wings.

Above his head, the Demon's Horn formed a half-circle, twisting with the halo formed by the light.

A powerful yet diverse aura surged from his body, causing a black and white card to appear before him.

Even from such a distance, the King of Suffering felt the terrifying power contained in that small squirming card.

"Quick! Stop him!"

The three Guardian Demons also sensed the threat of death and gathered their energy, launching their strongest strike toward the Divine Chosen Champion.

However, the demon leader remained calm, reaching out to clutch the black and white card, murmuring to himself.

"Is this one of the two trump cards mentioned by the Divine Envoy? The black and white tone is the lesser king.

It seems I must strive harder to one day earn the big King Card's approval.

Today, let you witness the greatness of my God!"

The demon leader inserted the card into his belt, and the violent energy formed waves of storms.

"King Armor! Mushroom King summoned!"