C9 A Fallen God and a Man Who Raises His Head

Benaiah was just too brave.

He was only twenty-four years old, and he looked ordinary. However, when he fought, he was like a lion with wings, nimble and swift.

His body moved swiftly on the ground, crushing the ground with just his physical body. He waved the bronze sword in his hand that was less than an arm's length, and terrifying wind pressure rolled up from the blade up and down.

The hurricane's devil sword kept tearing the Flame Devil apart. Its body kept reconstructing itself, getting smaller and smaller each time... but it still did not completely disappear.

This was a rather common type of "devil." Some of the Demon God believers that worshiped God Bari would summon and control this devil.

... But even so, wasn't the size of this flaming demon a bit too large?

Benaiah furrowed his brows.

An ordinary flame devil would only be a ball of live flames at most. But this one was more than two meters tall...

Benaiah walked around the fire in the middle of the camp, and had already sent most of the firewood flying or chopped into pieces. However, there was still a crucial piece of firewood flowing back and forth in the middle of the Flame Demon's body. Benaiah could not accurately cut it into pieces, so he could only keep attacking. Weakening it.

The atmosphere produced a neurotic buzzing sound, and the flames that attacked were constantly crushed by the sword force. The weapon in his hand was also burned red.

Because the battle between the two of them was too intense, the surrounding people tried several times but were still unable to get close. Solomon, who had fallen at the foot of the flame devil, was almost trampled by the flame devil several times, but every time, he was lucky enough to be avoided by the flame devil.

But because the position was too dangerous, no matter if it was Benaiah or the others, they couldn't rush in to save Solomon.

They could only spread out their formation and get ready to block the attack. If the Flame Devil intended to escape, it might ignite the surrounding oasis and cause a huge fire. The clean water source that was hard to come by outside the city would also be polluted and lost.

However, the more these people looked at the dark flame, the more familiar they felt it was.

They all recalled the scene of Adonijah burning the servant who was possessed by the devil last night. Their hearts skipped a beat.

"The color of the fire..."

"... " Right? I think so too... "

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say. They just looked at Adonijah with a complicated expression.

"This is Bari's flame..."

One of them. An old and angry voice came from the crowd. "Who did this?! Who dares to do it in front of Jerusalem City?! Worship the Demon God of the pagan religion under the watch of God! "

The crowd slowly parted. With a pale face, old priest walked over from afar, holding a wooden stick and trembling.

The name of this old man was Zadok, the only priest in their line of work. He was also the one who treated Adonijah's wound.

Although Zadok Priest himself was shouting "Who did it?", ever since he appeared in the crowd, he had been glaring at Adonijah.

Zadok thought that he had seen through everything.

Zadok had been dissatisfied with Adonijah's treatment, but he had to find another priest to treat him. This was the same as Adonijah saying that Abiah, who was not even forty years old, had better medical skills than him.

They were all priests of Israel. How could there be a gap between them?

But if Adonijah and Abiah were both followers of the Demon God, then everything could be explained clearly.

"Adonijah, your younger brother Solomon was attacked by a devil!"

Zadok angrily poked the ground with his wooden staff and shouted at Adonijah, "What happened to the divine skill you used yesterday? Take it out now! Save your brother!"

Adonijah was silent on the spot. He held the sword on his waist and did not move.

He could not move either.

In fact, the "divine spell" he used yesterday was indeed a demonic spell that relied on the power of the Flame Demon. He used oil to paint part of the Flame Demon's body on his sword, and then ordered it to self-destruct.

Now... where would he get the fire? Did he find it on the devil who was fighting Benaiah?

Before he could figure out what had happened, Adonijah could only remain silent and not move.

Zadok's eyes became colder and colder.

In this world, there were only two kinds of supernatural powers, devil spells and divine spells. Divine arts were a miracle bestowed by a god in another world. There was no need to pay any price, as long as one had the qualifications to call upon the name of the god, they could be used.

Moreover, this qualification could be transmitted through bloodline. Those who possessed this noble bloodline would become a priest or a king.

This is the power of the priests.

As King David's son, Adonijah naturally had the power to use divine arts. But now that Solomon was in trouble, he did not use divine spells to save him.

This meant that his faith had already returned to a certain devil god.

Magic was different from divine arts. It was the limited power that a demon god gave him. It was a fake miracle of a "lowly person."

The so-called Demon Lord was a fallen God. They lost most of their power in exchange for the same personality, desire, and appearance as humans.

But because of this, they began to be harmful to humans - they began to seek the continuation of themselves and the luxury of life. They did not continue to unconditionally give power to the Priest family, but only helped people because they were happy or had the same interests.

The priests usually did not believe in the gods. Only ordinary people who did not know the truth believed in the gods.

The power that the gods gave and the explanation of the gods' will were the foundation for the priests to maintain their status. They were also tools for the king to rule the country.

The demon gods with human nature and wisdom were undoubtedly destroying this kind of primitive order. For example, Egypt in the south of Israel had long become a country ruled by the demon gods.

"Speak, Adonijah!"

Zadok Priest frowned and glared at the silent Adonijah. "Fine, if you don't speak, then shut up! When we return to Jerusalem, I want you to come with me to see King David!"

Even so, Zadok did not dare to directly say the word "worship of the devil god" in front of others.

It was a taboo and also a form of fear.

He could only use words that only Adonijah understood. He snapped, "Even King David cannot protect you from the mistakes you have committed!"

Although Solomon did not know what Zadok was thinking, after Zadok Priest questioned Adonijah and Adonijah did not respond, the surrounding atmosphere began to change.

Everyone started to look at Adonijah with a strange look. They discussed animatedly, and their eyes were full of doubt.

- Adonijah. You are already dead.

Solomon laid weakly on the ground, silently looking at Adonijah, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Wait! When these people returned to the city, the rumor that "Adonijah is a worshipper of the devil god" would spread further.

The group thinking was very simple, the more uncivilized it was. The less evidence they had to make an assertion, the more convinced they were. Moreover, they will become irritable and aggressive because of their large numbers.

This sort of thing. This attack was reflected in the rate at which the public opinion was spreading.

In this era where public opinion was not regulated, once rumors were formed, it would be like a torrential river that could not be stopped - -

What Solomon wanted to do was to constantly adjust the direction of public opinion so that the spearhead would always be aimed at his enemy. The angry people would be a sharp knife, enough for Solomon to cut open the rotten thorns in front of him.

Whether it was his brother Adonijah, his other siblings, or the general and priest in front of him...

Since it was clear that there was no god in Israel. Even the priest Solomon feared the most was only a mortal.

It was just a battle with people...

Solomon, who was lying on the ground, smiled slightly and showed a strange smile to Adonijah.

I heard you look down on the strength of the crowd?

Adonijah, who pretended to look around, looked at Solomon. He saw the strange smile on Solomon's face and was stunned.

His left hand was burnt, but he did not make a sound. His eyes were full of contempt and pity. Solomon was so much different from the cowardly, pessimistic, and indecisive younger brother in his memory.

Was he still Solomon?

Adonijah felt a chill on his back.