C8 Solomon's Ring

[Main Mission: Reveal Wisdom, Completed]

[You have received: Legendary Level 1, Solomon's ring * 1]

[You have successfully detected the devil spell in the domain of the Demon God, Asmodeus: Shadow Abnormalcy]

[You have successfully detected the devil spell in the domain of the Demon God Barr: Awakening the Flames of Yang]

[Knowledge (Demonic Knowledge) has been improved.] [You can use the known supernatural abilities of Barr's and Asmodeus's domains.]

It was indeed a devil spell.

Adonijah was quite good at pretending. He even sang the Sacred Words as he played...

Squatting in front of the bonfire, Solomon faced the raging flames and snorted lightly.

According to Benaiah, the priests of Israel had almost no divine skills to use since 167 years ago. Adonijah was able to use such a huge miracle by chanting divine words.

Without a doubt, it could only be the power of the devil.

However, shouldn't Baal's true body be the supreme god of the Shan Clan?

Why did he not die but become a Demon God instead?

Or was it that the mission briefing mentioned that the Master God had left his Deity Position, but only said that they were no longer gods, but had fallen into a physical form?

In other words, if the God fell, he would become a Demon God...?

... Then where was the god of Israel?

Solomon silently extended his hand towards the bonfire in front of him and felt the temperature.

He saw a silver ring on the middle finger of Solomon's right hand. The middle of the ring was engraved with six golden lights. The star pattern was shining under the moonlight.

This was the reward for Solomon's previous mission. The legendary treasure that Solomon used to control the seventy-two demon gods -

[Solomon's Seal Ring (Only One)]

[Unique / Sacred Item]

[Use: Agree to an alliance with a demon god (0 / 4)]

[Pei] [Appear: Injured by a demon god]

Solomon reached out his hand to touch the flame and whispered, "You can also obtain the loyalty of the general and the priests. You can even murder King David's other son. It doesn't matter. Is it?"

As his right hand approached the fire, the fire in front of Solomon turned dark red.

That fire was not summoned by Solomon. It was the devil fire that was forced to remove its disguise when the ring approached. It looked exactly the same as the flame that burst out from Adonijah's sword.

If one got close to this flame, would it make one sleepy?

Because devil spells were ineffective against him, Solomon could only calculate the effects it should have. If there was a drug in the meat soup, he should feel sleepy after drinking the meat soup.

Solomon didn't have any special opinions about demonic spells. But Adonijah's actions of turning innocent people into monsters just to test them, and even killing them in front of everyone... In his opinion, it was too low a price.

He did not rely on common interests, nor did he rely on the psychological control of the masses, nor did he even rely on the charisma of a leader. It was merely relying on violence and the authority it already had to carry out a violent rule.

Perhaps in Adonijah's opinion, the only one who could communicate with him was Joab, the marshal. The only enemy was Solomon himself. As for the others, they were just low-class people who did not need to be bothered.

Solomon suddenly felt an inexplicable annoyance in his heart.

Fuck you! JPG

Solomon knew that he was not a good person, nor could he be a good person. However, he still felt uncomfortable when he realized that someone had been killed by Adonijah because of him.

For the first time, he did not do it to survive - he wanted to kill Adonijah because of his disgust.

"Such an idiot wants to become the king of Israel? He can even get the support of the three worlds of military and politics?"

Solomon frowned. "Or is it that he has already lost his mind by wanting to kill me? Does he know what it means to kill this guy in front of Joab and the others? "

He had a strange and absurd feeling in his heart. It was the kind of strange feeling he had when he was ready to fight a PVP match with a rich chicken that was fully equipped.

Now, Solomon had a strong urge to grab the keyboard and shout, "Get lost! I'll teach you how to play!"

"But that's good too."

Solomon pushed his right hand forward slightly, and the flame jumped in front of him. After jumping two or three meters, it spread out in a vertical direction. It looked like he was hiding in a corner because he was afraid of Solomon.

"I roughly understand the rules of your game, Adonijah."

Solomon said in a low voice. His eyes were clear.

This was not a political art, but a slave era that solely relied on tradition, bloodline, violence, religion and primitive capital to rule.

This was an ignorant and barbaric era.

"This is the era of God, not the era of humans"

Solomon clenched his right fist tightly.

When will the era of humans come?

The dark flame in front of him seemed to have been choked by something. It stopped moving in an instant, as if it had been frozen. A few seconds later, Solomon slowly let go of his right hand, and it shattered with a bang. It fell to the ground and turned back into an ordinary flame.

Solomon added more firewood, then closed his eyes and lowered his head to rest in front of the fire.

This level of staying up late was nothing to him.

He used to be the product manager of a newly established game company. Every day, he would be flamed by design, tested, sprayed at the front, and held various meetings. At night, he would have to stay up all night writing his product requirements (PRD). It was rare that when he had free time, he would be pulled by various people to help with setting or testing things.

If it wasn't for their boss, the lean and skinny black man, who looked like a very kind and talkative old man, comforting him when he had nothing to do, and giving him bonuses every two to three days, and pulling him out to eat and chat, He would have quit long ago.

Thus, the result was that before he transmigrated, he had only slept for one or two hours a week in a row. On the last day, he felt his heart start to panic during the day - writing a PRD until 3: 30 in the morning. He finally felt his heart begin to ache, and his fingertips felt numb as if they were wearing gloves when they touched the keyboard.

So, he hurriedly took a few pills to save his heart. He went to the sofa and tried to take a deep breath.

In the end, he woke up here.

Although he didn't have a notebook or pen on hand, Solomon had plenty of time. He recalled every person he had seen since he transmigrated and thought about every detail. At the same time, he rested in his half-asleep and half-awake room.

When he opened his eyes again, there was already a shallow white edge in the eastern horizon.

It would be dawn in about an hour.

- - It was time.

If they were to wake them up at this time, it wouldn't affect their journey anymore.

Solomon looked around and noticed that no one left the tent. He did not hesitate to put his left hand, which did not have a ring, into the extinguished fire.

The next moment, he felt a burning pain on his skin. Veins popped out on his forehead. The unbearable pain almost made him cry out in pain.

His whole body was shaking violently. His teeth were shaking, his eyes were white and red, and his right hand was holding the soil on the ground tightly. However, his left hand was still pressing against the fire.

Finally, when there were burn marks on his skin that could be seen at first glance, he managed to pull his left arm out of the fire, which was in so much pain that he could barely move.

From his wrist forward, the source of the pain was his left arm, which was constantly emitting radioactive pain. Some of the burnt arms were exposed to the cold air. It was so painful that Solomon could barely breathe.

However, his will was incomparably clear.

The ring on his right middle finger lit up. The spell Adonijah used to awaken the Yang Flame was instantly used by Solomon.

Using flames as the casting material, the activated dark flames instantly stood up, and the two-meter tall Flame Demon roared as it saluted the summoner, Solomon.

Solomon, however, no longer held back. Instead, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Help!"

In less than three seconds, Benaiah rushed out of the tent.

He saw Solomon, whose left hand was burnt and covered in sweat, and the roaring flame man in front of Solomon. He shouted without hesitation, "Enemy attack!"

Then, he drew his sword from his waist and charged at the flame figure without hesitation.

The flaming man, who had not received the order, looked around blankly. When it saw Benaiah, who was charging at Solomon with his sword, it, who only had simple intelligence, roared and charged at him.

At this time, the guards and generals who had been awakened rushed out one after another and gathered in the middle of the camp.

Seeing the fierce fight between Benaiah and the fiery humanoid, it was difficult for them to rush over in a short period of time. A few smart people rushed towards the lake not far away with vessels in their hands. A clever priest looked at the injured Solomon. Without hesitation, he ran towards the carriage where Nome and Abigail were resting.

At this time, the sleepy Adonijah held his sword and rushed out of the tent with messy hair.

Last night, in order to recover the magic of summoning the devil flame, he only slept in the later half of the night. He had only slept for less than three hours when he was woken up by the shouts of "enemy attack," "be careful, go get water," and so on.

He looked up and saw the flame devil in the middle of the camp who was fighting bravely with Benaiah, and Solomon, whose left hand was charred on the ground. Adonijah was dumbfounded.

Wait, I didn't ask it to attack Solomon, did I?