To Four Thousand Years Later

Benaya was really too brave.

He is only twenty-four years old, and his appearance is not good. But it fights like a winged lion, with dexterity and swiftness.

His figure leaped swiftly on the ground, crushing the ground with only the force of his physical body. He swung the bronze sword less than one arm long in his hand, and the blade was rolled up and down by a terrifying wind pressure.

The magic sword of the hurricane continued to tear the flame demon into pieces. Its body is constantly being rebuilt, getting smaller every time...but it never completely disappears.

This is a fairly common type of "demon". Some demon believers who worship the **** of Baal will summon and control this kind of demon.

...But even so, the size of this flame demon is too big, right?

Benaya frowned.

A flame demon of average size is just a living flame when it is stretched to death. But this one is actually more than two meters high...

Binaya continued to walk around the fire in the middle of the camp, and had already picked up or chopped most of the firewood in the fire. But in the center of the flame demon's body, there is still a most critical firewood flowing back and forth in the body, making it impossible for Binaya to smash it accurately, and can only attack continuously to weaken its volume.

The atmosphere hummed nervously, and the incoming flames were constantly shattered by the sword. And the weapon in his hand was also burnt red.

Because the battle between the two of them was too fierce, the people around them tried several times and still couldn't get close. Solomon, who fell at the feet of the flame demon, was about to be trampled by the flame demon several times, but he was lucky to be avoided by the flame demon every time.

But because the position was too dangerous, neither Benaiah nor anyone else could rush in to rescue Solomon.

They can only spread out and prepare to block them around. If the flame demon intends to escape, it may ignite the surrounding oasis and cause a big fire, and the hard-won clean water outside the city will also be polluted and lost

However, the more these people looked at the dark flame, the more familiar it seemed.

They all thought of the scene where Adonija burned the handyman who was possessed by a demon last night. My heart suddenly jumped.

"The color of this fire..."

"...Really. I also feel a bit like..."

People looked at each other, not knowing what to say. He just looked at Adonija with a complex expression.

"This is the flame of Baal—"

An old and angry voice sounded from the crowd: "Who did it?! Who dares to stand in front of the city of Jerusalem! Worship the pagan demon gods under God's gaze!"

The crowd slowly separated, and the old priest with a livid face walked tremblingly from a distance, leaning on a wooden stick.

The old man's name was Zadok, the only priest in their line. He was also the one who treated Adonija's wounds before.

Although Priest Zadok was yelling "Who did it?", since he appeared from the crowd, he has been staring at Adonijah fiercely.

Zadok thinks he has seen it all.

Originally, Zadok was very dissatisfied with Adonijah who had to find another priest to heal him after he received his own treatment—this is equivalent to Adonijah bluntly saying that Abiathar, who was less than forty years old, had better medical skills than himself. Much better.

They are all priests of Israel, how could there be a gap between them?

But if it is said that Adonijah and Abiathar are both Demon God believers, everything can be explained clearly...

"Adonijah, your brother Solomon has been attacked by demons!"

Zadok poked the ground with his stick angrily, and yelled at Adonijah, "Where is the magic spell you used yesterday? Take it out now! Save your brother!"

Adonija remained silent on the spot, motionless with his hand on the sword at his waist.

...and he couldn't move either.

In fact, the "divine spell" he used yesterday was indeed a demon spell released by the power of the flame demon. He smeared part of the flame demon's body with oil on his sword, and then just ordered it to explode the small piece.

Now... where did he get his fire? Get **** from that fiery demon you fought with Benaya?

Too much to say, so much to do, so many mistakes to do——I haven't figured out what happened, so Adonija can only remain silent and motionless.

Sadhu's eyes became more and more indifferent.

There are only two kinds of supernatural powers in this world, demon spells and divine spells. Divine magic is a miracle bestowed by a **** far away in another world. It does not require any price, and only a qualified person can use it by calling the name of the god.

And this kind of qualification can generally be passed on through blood. People with this noble bloodline will become priests or kings.

From this comes the power of the priests.

As the son of King David, Adonijah naturally has the power to use divine magic. But now that Solomon is in danger, he does not use magic to rescue him...

That probably means that his belief has already belonged to a certain demon god.

Magic is different from divine art. It is a limited power bestowed by the demon god, a false miracle of "low people".

The so-called demon gods are fallen gods. They lost most of their power in exchange for the same personality, desires and appearance as humans.

But because of this, they began to become harmful to people—they began to seek the continuation of themselves and the luxury of life, and did not continue to give power to the priest family unconditionally, but only helped people because they were happy or had the same interests.

Priests usually don't believe in gods, and only ordinary people who don't know the truth believe in gods.

The power bestowed by the gods and the priest's interpretation of the will of the gods are the basis for the priests to maintain their status, and they are also the tools for the king to rule the people.

The demon **** with humanity and wisdom is undoubtedly the destruction of this primitive order—for example, Egypt in the south of Israel has long been reduced to a country completely ruled by the demon god.

"Speak, Adonijah!"

Priest Zadok frowned and glared at the silent Adonijah: "Well, if you don't speak, then keep your mouth shut! When we return to Jerusalem, I want you and me to meet King David! "

Even so, Sadhu did not dare to say the word "worship of demon gods" in front of people.

That is some kind of taboo, but also some kind of fear.

He could only use words that only Adonijah understood, and snapped: "King David can't protect you for the mistakes you have committed!"

Although Solomon didn't know what Zadok was thinking, but after the priest Zadok questioned Adonijah, but Adonijah didn't respond, the surrounding atmosphere began to change.

People began to look at Adonija with strange eyes. They talked a lot, and their eyes were full of suspicion.

— Adonijah. You're already dead.

Solomon lay weakly on the ground, looking at Adonijah silently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

When these people return to the city, the rumor that "Adonijah is a demon worshiper" will spread further.

The thinking of crowds is extremely simple, and the more uncivilized, the more so. The more unsubstantiated the assertion, the more convinced they were. And they can be cranky and aggressive due to their sheer numbers.

This aggressiveness is reflected in the deterioration and diffusion speed of public opinion.

In this era without public opinion control, once rumors take shape, they will be unstoppable like a torrent of water

And what Solomon has to do is to constantly adjust the direction of public opinion so that the spearhead is always aimed at his enemies. An angry people would be a sharp knife enough for Solomon to cut through the rotting thorns before him.

Regardless of whether it is his elder brother Adonijah, another brother or sister, or the marshal and priest...

Now that it's clear, Israel has no God. Then even the priest Solomon feared the most was just a mortal.

It's just a battle with people...

Solomon, who was lying on the ground, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and gave Adonija a weird smile.

— I hear you despise the power of the masses?

Adonijah, who was pretending to be looking around, happened to meet Solomon's eyes. Seeing the weird smile on the corner of Solomon's mouth, he froze in place.

His left hand was burnt and scorched, but he didn't moan. The gazes staring at him were full of contempt and pity - that kind of Solomon was really far from the cowardly, pessimistic and indecisive younger brother in his impression.

...Is he still Solomon?

Adonijah felt a chill run down his spine.