There was no resistance, Mephisto simply let two mortals, insignificant as ants, restrain him.
Watching the scene unfold on the platform, the spectators below erupted into astonishment.
Previously, although they found some rationale in Mephisto's speech, decades of experience had ingrained a blind trust in the gods and priests in their minds. They were expecting someone to refute the infidel with more compelling arguments, but unexpectedly, the priests on the platform resorted to physical force.
This genuinely surprised the people. In the past, within the human tribes, there was no precedent for using force against one's own kind.
"So, it appears that since you can't persuade me, you intend to resolve this matter in another way?"
Expressionless, Mephisto looked at Devos in front of him, a hint of a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
