"A big topic, you have many questions." I don't know if it's because I know I'm dead or for another reason, the monk leader is now quite relaxed. When facing Evanson who imprisoned his soul, he didn't have any nervousness. "I know all these answers, but why should I tell you? What can you give me?"

Evanson raised his eyebrows, why? There is a fee for chatting with others? You are really worthy of being... a monk! "Are you bargaining with me?"

"Of course." The monk leader admitted without any concealment about the implicit threatening question, "Only I can answer your questions, whether it is the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church, the classics they preserve, or the Dead Sea documents that claim to reveal all the truth, cannot answer your doubts."

The monk leader said complacently, "This phenomenon seems to be called...monopoly on the outside."

"Hmph..." Evanson sneered, "Monopoly? The premise of monopoly is to have the ability to protect everything you have, and you..." Evanson flicked his finger, and a purple light bead the size of a dove egg flew into the soul of the leader of the monk. "You seem to have not recognized your current situation, and you don't know what will happen to disobey me?"

Torturing the soul is a masterpiece of a warlock. Evanson has also studied this. Of course, it is only a theoretical study. This is the first time that it can be practiced.

The light bead entered the body, and the monk leader seemed to suffer the greatest pain. He knelt on the ground tremblingly, but he suppressed his screams, which surprised Evanson a little. He didn't expect this guy to be so strong.

He slowly raised his head, his lips twitched and replied, "My situation? My end? I have seen it very clearly. For me, is there any better ending and situation than now?"

"What?" Evanson frowned, and removed his spell. He was a little puzzled by the monk leader's words.

"Want to talk about my real master?" The monk leader took a few breaths. Although he no longer needed to breathe in his current state, he still habitually did it. "You can ask such words again, probably you already know that my master is not God."

"I'll answer you a question for free." The monk leader had a twisted smile. "My master is Mephisto, one of the seven kings of hell."

"I guess so." Evanson shrugged, he had expected this answer, and was not surprised. "So, do you think that old guy will shelter you and save your soul? Rescue you from my hands? Stop dreaming."

"I have never had such a ridiculous dream." The monk leader stood up from the ground with difficulty. "I have not completed what he told me. After I die, my soul will only fall into his hands and suffer endless torture in hell."

"Is there a worse situation than that? Is there a more miserable ending than that?" The monk leader took a step forward. "For me, even if the soul completely disappears and turns into nothingness, it is hundreds of times stronger than that!"

"So, if you can't compare to that person with the means of torture me, I advise you not to work hard."

"Well..." Evanson sighed and rubbed his eyebrows. Damn, it's not easy to do. It's like a person sentenced to death by Lingchi. Will he care about you shooting him now?

"Maybe I don't need you to speak." Evanson got off the table and turned his fingers away. "For a warlock, there is no secret in the soul. I can crush your soul and pick out useful things. I promise that this process will be very, very painful."

"Please." The monk leader acted very bachelor, and he felt a positive attitude towards me! "If this method is really useful, you wouldn't talk so much nonsense to me."

"Ah!" The real thing is that the guy who is willing to do everything is the most difficult thing! Evanson growled in frustration.

He can indeed crush the soul in front of him and then find out what he wants to know. But who has tried to find out his own target in a file of 100 t without using a search engine?

Alas, it would be great if I had a demon judge. Such a demon is best at dealing with the current situation.

"Okay." Evanson sighed helplessly, "I won't give you too much, so don't think about resurrection or something."

"Then what can you give me?" Seeing Evanson's attitude ease, the monk leader breathed a sigh of relief.

Evanson lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then blew the smoke on the monk leader's face. "You are afraid of that black hell, your life will be revealed here, your failure will be punished, I can give you a chance to escape and postpone your doomsday judgment."

"How long will it take?" the monk leader immediately asked. The more a person knows how serious his crime is, the more he knows how terrifying hell is, he will seize the opportunity to escape at all costs.

"One hundred years." Evanson said, "You can live a hundred years more in this state of life and death."

The monk leader was very interested, but after looking at Evanson, he asked in disbelief, "Can you live 100 years?"

"Nothing is wrong," Evanson said. As long as I can survive, I can live as long as I want.

"So you can say what I want to know now, right?"

"Well...well." The monk leader considered it and decided to accept this condition. In fact, as long as he didn't go to hell, he would do anything to him. "Which part do you want to listen to first? Angel or God?"

"I saw the murals here. To be honest, I was surprised by the identity of the angels. It was not that I didn't know them. I knew that it was a pure alien creature. I just didn't expect that they would exist on Earth, so I wonder, how many angels are there, and is God the same as them?"

"I am very knowledgeable. I didn't expect that anyone other than us knew the identity of an angel." The monk leader was stunned and said, "According to the secrets passed down by our temple leaders, there is only one angel, but it will show different abilities in different forms. Sometimes it is light, sometimes it is holy fire. Therefore, mortals who do not know the truth have imagined that there are ten such conclusions in angels, but in fact there is only one."

"One..." Evanson nodded, there was only one Naru, which should be considered good news... right?

"What about God?" Evanson continued.

"God is completely different from angels." The monk leader replied affirmatively, "Just like legend, victory possesses human form, and over the long years, God has always maintained a close and distant state of this world, rarely interferes with human beliefs, and hardly deliberately spreads his own glory."

"This state remained until the first year of AD, when the angels came from the distant outside world and proposed to God that humanity should be directed to the other side of light."

"Did God agree?" Evanson felt that this proposal was indeed in line with the usual style of the mainland.

"Not agreed, but no rejection." The monk leader shook his head. "God believed that mortals should guide them, but the angel proposed the plan too radical, so he only adopted a part and used a gentle method to guide them."

"I don't think that Christian missionary methods can be called moderate." Evanson said with a lip silence. It was okay in the early days, but later, the Crusades, the Heretics, and the Witch Trial, weren't that bloody, cruel and tyrannical?

"What's more... what's going on?" Evanson pointed to the monk leader. "God and the angels decided to guide humanity, but they were a church with a long history, a church with ancient secrets, and all the leaders of the devil's servants. How did they tolerate this? As far as I know, that angel has no sand in his eyes?"

"And, hell has not been wiggled at this world once or twice. Where are the Gods and angels who have decided to guide this world? Why do they never stop it? Don't tell me they think it is a test for mortals."
Chapter completed!