I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

"Pastor Jordan? What is this?!"

Old Butler Rolf asked doubtfully.

The several maids beside him were all shocked into silence.

The Redemption Church on this land called the Britania Continent is akin to the heavens, an absolute authority. Even the King must hold reverence for the Church, let alone us, the common folk.

"I've been in the Black Horn Domain for thirteen years; Neil Lucius is a child I've watched grow, and I know him very well... Miller Dutte took advantage of Lord Birch's death in battle to forcefully take over, soft-imprisoning the last bloodline of the Lucius Family under the guise of care; I know all of this."

Pastor Jordan, holding the Bible, said with a guilty expression.

"Bocchi Lucius was a good lord, but alas, as a pastor of the Church, I have no authority to intervene in secular struggles... Neil, if you can take revenge and reclaim your rightful domain, I am happy for you. But it is absolutely impossible for you to gain such strength within two years or even in these past few months..."

He looked directly at Neil, who was sitting alone at the head of the dining table, and spoke earnestly and persuadingly:

"Child, please answer me truthfully. Have you had contact with demons... or even made a deal with one?"

Neil first glanced at the four Redemption pastors standing dispersed, forming a surrounding formation that subconsciously blocked his possible escape routes.

The aura transmitted from these pastors was profound and strong, far surpassing that of a knight, making Neil feel pressured.

He secretly speculated that these pastors might be transcendents a level higher than himself, according to the Holy Fire Pathway, they are probably Sequence Eight!

Then, Neil raised his eyes to look at Pastor Jordan at the center.

He harbored guilt towards the old pastor in his heart but shook his head outwardly, feigning surprise as he said:

"Pastor Jordan, I've never contacted demons; could you be mistaken?"

The old pastor's original expression gradually grew heavier.

He couldn't help but think that Neil might have already fallen into the demon's trap, even choosing to lie and conceal the truth in front of these Redemption pastors.

The situation appeared very serious!

Pastor Jordan still hadn't given up on redeeming Neil; he said in a deep voice:

"Child, a demon's power is illusory; they use bizarre means to make you think it belongs to you, but in reality, it is just deceit and exploitation, with ulterior motives... Demons are adept at disguise and corrupting the heart; you must never succumb..."

"Jordan, that's enough."

Another middle-aged pastor interrupted.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes pinned on the blond young man at the head.

"It only needs a test with the Candlelit Ceremony to know the answer; no need to waste any more time."

"Pastor Emil, do give me a little more time. If Neil can return from his stray path, the success rate of the Exorcism Ritual will also be higher..."

Pastor Jordan spoke deeply.

However, at this moment, Neil spoke calmly to the five pastors:

"Honored servants of the Gods, it's okay, please proceed with the test now... I won't resist."

"Neil..."

Pastor Jordan couldn't help but be taken aback.

The other four pastors were also somewhat surprised.

They could see that the young man's calmness wasn't feigned.

Could it be... a mistake was made?

Neil Lucius wasn't possessed by a demon?

Then how does one explain his rapid growth in power over two years, becoming a formidable fighter capable of easily defeating knights from an utterly ordinary boy?

"Since that's the case, let us begin."

The pastors were surprised but did not give up because of it.

Four Redemption pastors slowly approached, standing around the chair Neil sat in, within less than a meter's distance.

Amidst Pastor Jordan's sigh, these four pastors simultaneously opened the Bibles in their hands, holding a burning candle.

They all chanted:

"Fire illuminates the Earth, shadows reveal evil thoughts. Hate me for punishing, love me for commandments."

Hiss!

Four wax drips from four index fingers imprinted on Neil's forehead and cheeks.

Neil instantly felt a surge of scorching heat wash over him.

His vision distorted accordingly.

It was as if there was an invisible flame burning before him, illuminating him while exploring his insides.

For some reason, Neil suddenly felt a wave of tension.

Despite his great respect for Lord Snake, the Redemption Church, after all, represents the divine authority of this world, a powerful concept deeply ingrained in Neil's mind...

Neil was not entirely confident in being able to conceal it successfully.

Old Butler Rolf and the maids, watching around him, were all astonished, staring intently at this scene.

After hearing the pastors spoke just now, they had a rough idea of what was happening.

Neil, the lord, is possessed by a demon?

This... is overly horrifying!

While Neil was planning what to do first if the truth got exposed and then escape.

He suddenly heard the middle-aged pastor named "Emil" in front of him let out a soft exclamation.

"There is completely no reaction..."

"He's not possessed by a demon?"

Another pastor whispered.

"No! His body contains the power of flames!"

"What?!"

"Holy Fire Pathway Sequence Nine! He is a [Dancer]!"

All the pastors present were shocked.

Suddenly, Emil turned his head towards Jordan, half in doubt and half in anger, saying:

"Jordan Dylan, you dare violate the doctrine, secretly impart our God's power to outsiders?!"

"I did not!"

Pastor Jordan frowned deeply, speaking solemnly:

"Even if I sympathize with Neil, I would not violate the doctrine."

Emil wanted to say more, but another pastor spoke:

"I believe Jordan wouldn't do such a thing."

"Then how do you explain this young man's situation? Did he spontaneously comprehend our God's power and thus ascend to become a transcendental being?"

"Use Divine Arts; it can thoroughly test whether he harbors a demon and reveal where the flame power actually comes from..."

At this moment, an old pastor who hadn't spoken offered his suggestion.

The other four fell silent.

Divine Arts...

It's the secret art of the Redemption Church, and it also requires the use of certain "Sacred Relics" to perform high-level Transcendent powers. The "Divine Arts" mentioned by the old priest specifically refer to the "Shadow Burning Method" suitable for the current situation. Although it won't harm the person being tested, the process is extremely painful.

The priests actually don't want to perform it unless absolutely necessary.

"Sigh..."

Pastor Jordan let out a sigh.

He also knew the seriousness of the matter. If Neil's situation couldn't be resolved clearly, the final result would undoubtedly be the "Redemption Fire Punishment."

"Child, please trust the Church."

The old priest just said solemnly.

Neil remained seated on the chair, nodding calmly.

"It's okay, dear servants of God, please proceed."

Swish!

The four priests exchanged a glance, all showing solemn expressions.

They raised their candles, bringing them together, merging the four flames into a more vigorous flame.

The blazing light even eclipsed the brightness of the torches in the first-floor hall.

Pastor Jordan took a colorful feather from the Bible and set it on the flame, taking a deep breath and solemnly saying:

"In the name of the Candelabra Goddess 'Sitheko', I hereby declare, Neil Lucius, that your shadow shall reveal all the truth to the servants of God!"

Boom!!

Suddenly, the candle flames raised by the four priests shot up, twisting and writhing like frantic dancers.

They couldn't help but be shocked.

In their sight, that flame didn't dare approach Neil Lucius's shadow, bending away from it as if in fear!

"It's true... Jordan Dylan's suspicions were all true!"

"This young man must be hiding a demon within him!"

"And not just any ordinary entity, even the flame fears Him?!"

The priests looked at each other, seeing the terror in one another's eyes.

"What kind of terrifying entity is this?"

"Could it be a higher-ranked or even a position-holding demon from the 'Sky Island' or the 'Wilderness'?!"

"This must be reported to the Church!"

"But before that, we cannot let Him continue to remain within this body. At the very least, we should know His true name!"

"Holy Fire!!"

The four priests shouted in unison.

The butler and maids present were so frightened that they shivered.

The temperature in the hall suddenly rose, and they felt unbearably hot.

At this moment, one of the priests, with a contorted face, eyes filled with terror, sweat dripping, made four gestures towards Neil.

Neil suddenly felt his limbs go limp, as if locked tightly to the chair, unable to stand.

An absurd feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Looking at the priests of the Redemption Church, with fear in their eyes looking at him, he inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure.

At the same time, there was also a deep reverence for Sir Snake.

What kind of existence is He exactly...

Even without showing himself, He made the servants of God from the Redemption Church so terrified?

"Burning Shadow!!"

The priests shouted again.

Their faces twisted, eyes wide open, struggling to bring the candles closer to Neil's shadow.

Then, with a boom.

Neil was astonished to see that his shadow on the ground had caught fire!

But strangely, he felt not the slightest discomfort.

Raising his head, the four priests were staring at him with dull, even incomprehensible eyes.

The eerie, silent atmosphere lasted for several seconds.

One of the priests, for some unknown reason, suddenly showed horror on his face. After mumbling some unintelligible syllables with his mouth agape, he let out a sudden scream.

"Ah! Ah ah ah!!"

Accompanied by unimaginable pain and terror.

He was engulfed in roaring flames!

Those weren't the "Red Fire" of the Candelabra Goddess or the "Blue Fire" of the God of Flame... but rather a nearly gray, eerie fire!

The priest of the Redemption Church spontaneously combusted!

In less than two breaths.

The priest left only a few wisps of ash floating in the air.

As if he disappeared into thin air...

Roaring! Roaring!!

Just as the other three priests opened their mouths, words of shock dying on their lips, they too turned into ashen human-shaped torches on the spot!

"Ah! Ah ah!!"

The agonizing wails continued unceasingly.

The butler and maids were so terrified that their legs gave way, collapsing to the floor unable to rise.

"This... this?!"

Pastor Jordan trembled as he retreated.

The old pastor, who had never lost his composure, unexpectedly fell onto the floor.

Even the Bible in his hand fell away.

His gaze almost hollow as he looked at the chair, at the golden-haired youth backlit by the ashen flames, trembling slightly.

No.

Precisely speaking.

His cloudy gaze seemed to see within the youth, the abyss-like darkness that completely controlled the boy's body, occupying his soul completely...

Jordan painfully shed tears, his voice trembling and hoarse:

"No, not a demon, but... an outer evil!"