The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1485 427: Sponsorship from the Demon King (Part 5)

"Are you serious?"

He had already decided to let them go.

But if she was teasing him like this, he would let her know that the Divine wasn't always her shield.

"I am absolutely serious," Carian calmly looked at him, recalling the instructions from the true Chosen One, and continued, "However, there is another line in the Oracle that He delivered — whoever partakes in My flesh and blood must equally share My flesh and blood with those who suffer."

Brennan frowned, unable to comprehend the flowery language of this Oracle, but he read a hint of something he disliked —

The promise seemed not to be fulfilled immediately.

"What does that mean?"

Carian explained patiently.

"It means you can only partake in the Holy Meal you need, and then you must take the remaining Holy Meal to aid the starving people you have besieged."

As her words fell, the soldiers behind Brennan erupted into an uproar.

Some faces bore anger, unable to accept that divine grace was not only bestowed upon themselves but also upon their enemies. Others wore expressions of fear, unable to believe Saint Sis had seen through the filth in their hearts... These smart ones were well aware of Brennan's plan to drive away the starving populace to surround Sparrow Wood Castle but pretended to be oblivious.

Of course, most people's thoughts were not that complicated, their faces primarily showing reluctance. They simply wanted to immediately take this grain back to camp, fill their withered granaries, and secure their next meal.

As for the other hungry farmers...

It was none of their damn business.

Never mind that the farmers of Sparrow Wood Territory were not their neighbors, even if those guys were their neighbors, they wouldn't care.

Having already eaten human flesh, they couldn't care less about a few more starving to death, in fact, they wished for more to starve, as it would become future rations.

"My wish was supposed to fill our granaries." Brennan said slowly, with a gradually darkening expression, "When I say we, it does not include Sparrow Wood Territory."

"He will fulfill your wish, but not today."

Brennan let out a cold laugh.

"Is it in the next life?"

Not intimidated by his aura, Carian maintained a serene expression, continuing to speak.

"Of course not, and it won't take that long. His second promise to you will be fulfilled upon the completion of the third promise."

Brennan fell into silence.

He was not one to honor promises, and that whisper from deep within his soul repeatedly warned him to ignore this absurd request and devour the caravan.

However...

Another voice surged from his heart.

Why not give it a try?

He had not demanded a specific order for the fulfillment of the three wishes, and the other party had not yet broken their promise. Perhaps taking the grain to aid the starving Sparrow Wood people was part of the plan to capture the castle.

Furthermore, Sparrow Wood Castle was easy to defend and hard to attack, with Transcendents within the castle whose strength was not inferior to his own; it was not something that could be captured overnight.

With an internal struggle waging for a long time, he eventually lowered the battle axe in his hand, as well as the cacophony behind him.

"I would like to see what trick you are trying to pull."

Seeing Brennan's reluctant nod, Carian breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile appearing on her holy face.

"Thank you... for giving everyone here a chance to survive."

Brennan: "What do you mean?"

Carian spoke in a clear voice.

"There is a second line in the Oracle. Whoever partakes in My flesh and blood and breaks the oath, their soul will fall into Hell, never to find peace... but I believe you agreed and it wasn't out of fear, so I didn't mention it."

These words frightened many people.

Whether it was the refugees crawling on the ground or the surrounding Green Forest soldiers... yet it could not scare someone who had long sold their soul to the "Outer God."

Brennan grinned, as if he had heard something amusing, hoisting the battle axe, now reddish-brown, onto his shoulder.

"How interesting, could it be that by following His words I might ascend to Heaven?"

He had long been prepared to go to Hell!

Carian lightly shook her head.

"Where you go after death has never been something He could decide, but something decided by you and all behind you... a matter for all of you to decide."

Brennan smiled silently, unwilling to argue further, raised his shield above his head, and shouted to the crowd.

"Did you hear that, folks! Praise Saint Sis! I'll praise Him one more time, seeing as He finally noticed us and feeds us with His flesh and blood!"

Pausing, he yelled even louder.

"Now! Follow me inside to partake in this Holy Meal! Keep your hands clean, eat only what you need, no taking things! If I catch any fool trying to sneak something, I'll personally break their thieving hands!"

Perhaps because his words were too crude, even blasphemous, they caused an inexplicable pang in his chest, as if an arrow struck his heart.

But he wasn't afraid of dying, so why would he care about a mere moment of pain?

After he spoke, he strolled past the nun, swaggering through the prostrate believers to the empty land surrounded by the caravan.

The moment he set foot on this open ground, he stood frozen as if seeing Heaven on earth.

There were sacks piled in small mountains, with bulging loaves of bread even jutting out from within.

There was also cured meat and fine wine...

These were things he had only seen in the castles of nobles, and he didn't expect to enjoy them with his brethren before even capturing Sparrow Wood Castle!

It was a miracle more straightforward than the Holy Light; his axe and shield clattered to the ground.

With them fell his iron-steel, unyielding knees, and a burning tear that trickled down his cheek.

"...Saint Sis above."

So, Divines truly exist...

At that moment, he believed completely.