Watching the strange glowing rune formed of blood sink back into Sagus's body, Zhang Tie finally smiled.
Step by step today, he had finally led Sagus into the biggest pit of all.
This was what Zhang Tie wanted. He not only wanted to save those more than two hundred million innocent civilians; he wanted to ensure that, from this day onward, he would never again see the despairing, helpless figures of Great Xia's Hua Clan people on the battlefield. Otherwise, even if he saved two hundred million people today, tomorrow the Devil Race, the Three-Eyed Society, the Heaven-Piercing Sect, and the rest would simply bring another two hundred million civilians here. It would never end.
Saving two hundred million people was easy, but making sure the Devil Race would never do the same thing again was no simple matter. Zhang Tie knew that if he directly demanded that Sagus agree to such terms, Sagus would never accept them—at the very least, he would weigh and hesitate. But if those terms became the wager of their battle, and only if he defeated the Devil Race's Sky Knight would the Devil Race's army have to abide by those rules, then Sagus would be given another chance to gamble. So long as Zhang Tie was killed by the Devil Race's Sky Knight, Sagus could trade the lives of two hundred million civilians for Zhang Tie's life without accepting the subsequent constraints. Even if he handed over the two hundred million civilians on the battlefield to Great Xia, after some time, more Great Xia civilians, still serving as cannon fodder and mine-sweepers on the battlefield, would continue to stream in from the rear without end.
Meanwhile, the Moon Demon Miasma of Golas, Zhang Tie's other incarnation as the black-robed knight, could deter the Devil