My guess had been right after all.
The one who had attacked Ying Gou and the others really was Satan.
The Satan the Holy Church regarded as its number one enemy, calling him the Devil.
Yet at this moment, he was the Holy Church's accomplice. It was the Holy Church that had invited me here, but the ones who had shown up were Jiang Xiaohui and Ying Gou.
No wonder A Tai had said that anyone capable of releasing such energy had to be at least at the level of a Divine Lord. Satan was also a god. In a sense, this Devil of his was also a god—a wicked god.
"Besides Anthony, Satan is accompanied by Mattia of the Twelve Apostles. This time, he probably isn't using a puppet body, but his true body. There are also the people Satan brought with him, as well as two six-winged angels from the Holy Church."
I sneered. It seemed the Holy Church truly intended to leave us here. Since they dared to openly join forces with Satan, they certainly weren't worried that we would leak the matter. After all, only the dead could keep secrets. Only the dead would never speak again.
"Let's go in," I said calmly.
I was the first to enter the cemetery.
Once we entered the cemetery, rows upon rows of graves filled our sight. When we turned back, the path we had come from was gone. It was an illusion array, a simple and crude one, yet even I couldn't immediately find the way out.
It was my habit. Whenever I entered an unfamiliar place, the first thing I did was find myself a route of retreat. But now, it seemed there was no way back.
The moonlight was faint, and a cool breeze flowed like