Fang Xian didn't believe that the scheme he'd laid a century ago was intended to destroy all of humanity; that didn't align with their values and interests.
He grabbed Michael Arthur by the collar and questioned him in a deep voice.
"What's your method for controlling the 'Demon God'?"
Michael Arthur's face was grim, and he stammered.
"There's no way to control the 'Demon God,' but..."
"It won't harm the people of the Summoning Kingdom..."
Fang Xian tightened his grip on Michael Arthur's neck, his anger blazing.
"You set this up over a century ago, you were already plotting something sinister, and now you're trying to shift the blame onto us? We won't take the fall."
Seeing that Michael Arthur wouldn't dare to argue, Fang Xian suppressed the urge to strangle him and threw him to the ground.
"Tell me everything you know about the 'Demon God.'"
Michael Arthur coughed twice, braced himself on the ground, and slowly stood up.
He took a deep breath and began to tell the whole story.
Although all "Demon Gods" were level 1000, there were differences in strength.
They are: the Red Demon God, the Gray Demon God, the Purple Demon God, the Sinful Demon God, and the Demon King.
The "Demon God" summoned by the United States through the sacrifice of one million lives is the extremely powerful "Gray Demon God."
The descent of the "Demon God" will inevitably bring devastation and misery to the people.
However, the "Demon God" is not a being belonging to this "plane," and can only stay for one month.
After learning the whole story, people around the world are extremely angry.
After learning all the information, Fang Xian casually took William's "divine artifact" and "storage ring."
Naturally, he wouldn't leave the "storage ring" behind. He ripped off Michael Arthur's "storage ring" and spoke calmly.
"Where are the remaining Awakened One supplies?"
Michael Arthur looked at the "storage ring" that had accompanied him for half his life being taken away, sighed deeply, and immediately erased the spiritual imprint from the "storage ring," making it ownerless.
"Mr. Fang Xian, please follow me."
Fang Xian followed Michael Arthur leisurely into the palace.
Along the way, Fang Xian checked his storage ring. William's entire set of "divine artifacts" was basically destroyed; only his weapons and shoes were still usable.
As for his own supplies, there wasn't much; they were all items Fang Xian didn't care for.
Michael Arthur's and William's storage rings also contained nothing of interest to him. After all, Fang Xian was now at the pinnacle of power.
The two of them meandered through the streets and soon arrived at the secret office.
Michael Arthur pointed to a wall with a portrait of the president hanging on it and said, "Mr. Fang Xian, the treasure vault is inside, but I need facial recognition to open it."
Fang Xian didn't waste any words. He stepped forward and smashed the wall with a single punch.
"Boom!"
"Clang!"
It turned out that the wall was actually made of rare defensive materials, capable of withstanding attacks from most awakened beings.
However, it was like paper in front of Fang Xian.
Fang Xian carried Michael Arthur inside, which was a very simple secret room.
There was only a glass cabinet with a storage ring on it.
Fang Xian took out the storage ring and infused it with his mental energy to examine it.
It seemed that, as they had said before, William had used up all the power-enhancing items such as "attribute boosters," "four-winged angel physique," and "golden divine gift."
What remains are mostly confidential documents, photographs, and recordings.
Three items in particular caught Fang Xian's attention.
A somewhat tattered parchment scroll, titled—"Demon God Ritual."
Fang Xian clicked to view:
[Demon God Ritual: Construct a magic circle, offer human flesh and blood as sacrifice, and a corresponding "Demon God" will be summoned. The more people sacrificed, the more powerful the summoned Demon God. (Note: Activation of the circle causes world anomalies; use with caution.)]
It seems this is the magic circle the United States uses to summon "Demon Gods." He was curious about the annotation at the end.
"World anomalies"—did it refer to the disaster brought by the "Demon God"?
Or the effects of the Blood Moon?
Currently, there were too few clues; Fang Xian didn't know.
The second item was a small, transparent bottle containing only a single drop of dark red blood.
Fang Xian looked at the dark red blood, which emitted an eerie aura; it seemed to contain endless evil power.
He clicked to view the information:
[Demon Blood: The user can acquire a "Demon Physique," transforming into a "Demon," and even evolving into a supreme "Demon God." (Note: Only effective with 10 drops or more; the darker the original physique, the higher the level of the acquired physique.)]
Unexpectedly, it was "Demon Blood," capable of transforming someone into a "Demon."
Most outrageous was that "Demon Blood" could actually evolve someone into one of the most powerful beings in the "Secret Realm"—
—a Demon God.
The note clearly stated that 10 drops or more were needed to acquire a "Demon Physique," which explained why William hadn't used "Demon Blood."
The following content surprised Fang Xian; it was the first time he'd seen an original physique influence a later one.
What did it mean—the darker the original physique, the higher the level of the acquired physique?
Could it be that if his own "Six-Winged Fallen Angel" used "Demon Blood," he would advance even further from his original state?
Or would a mutation occur?
Half Angel, half Demon?
These questions will only be answered after he returns the "Demon Blood" and uses it.
In short, obtaining the "Demon Physique" will elevate his strength to a new level.
The only thing he can do now is to continuously grow stronger and await the arrival of the Demon God in seven days.
—The Demon God descends.