"I don't believe you. Aren't demons supposed to be unintelligent and unable to speak? The fact that you can talk means you're not ordinary."
As it rolled, the little bat continued, "That's not true. I'm actually very weak. I used all my strength to learn how to speak. The demon general thought I was useful because I could talk and fly fast, so he made me a messenger."
When Hanjun remained silent, the little bat struggled to roll itself into a position where its eyes faced Hanjun, it then looking at him pitifully.
"You have the aura of light. You must be from the Church of Light, right? With such strong power, you're definitely very impressive and wouldn't bother with a little bat like me."
The bat was trying to flatter Hanjun, hoping to make him feel proud, thinking: I'm really powerful if even demons admire me.
It hoped this flattery would convince Hanjun to let it go.
The little bat was trying to buy itself some time to escape—it definitely didn't want to end up in a cage.
Hanjun thought the little bat was pretty good at talking.
Since it didn't want to be put in a cage, he decided to grant its wish.
"Since you don't want a cage, then do as you wish," Hanjun said.
He then called Snowball and tossed the little black bat into the air.
The Little Bat: "Ah, ah, ah!"
It knew what Hanjun wanted to do!
When Snowball heard Hanjun shout, it knew he was just playing around.
It rushed towards the black ball and bit it while it was in the air.
Then it quickly ran back to Hanjun and dropped the black ball at his feet.
Hanjun looked down and saw that the black ball's big eyes were no longer filled with tears.
After flying through the air and landing in the White Moon Wolf's large mouth, it's feeling dizzy and mumbling, "Just put me in a cage."
While Hanjun was having fun with Snowball, the players had already taken care of the demon army.
The knife that was hanging over the town's residents finally disappeared.
Some people who are feeling exhausted collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.
Others, realizing they were finally saved, were crying while feeling gratitude towards the God of Light.
They thanked the God of Light for noticing them and sending heroes to save them.
From now on, they would become the followers of the God of Light and dedicate themselves to him forever.
Hanjun felt the continuous flow of faith energy from the town's residents filling him up, which lightened his burden a little bit.
However, Hanjun wasn't very happy; he had lost interest in playing with this black ball.
After the battle, Father Barry asked everyone to clean up the battlefield and then went to find Hanjun.
He was good at reading the mood and he could see it immediately that Hanjun wasn't very happy.
He hurried over and quietly asked, "Holy Son? Would you like to say a few words?"