Chapter 71 Ancient Demon! [Request for Monthly Ticket]
Countless jackals were torn apart by the demons.
Low-level demons savagely bit into the flesh of these ferocious beasts; they were all raised by Yenogu on the grasslands, serving as tools to cultivate wild werewolves.
The laws of this plane have similarly been altered by Yenogu; this is the home of the werewolves, where demons themselves cannot dominate. Yenogu specifically selected the powerful among the wild werewolves through special means, then transformed them into infernal werewolves. The true abyssal werewolves are gathered near the City of Yenogu, along with a vast number of human slaves. Werewolves greatly enjoy human flesh, so Yenogu devises ways to plunder large numbers of human slaves from the material plane every year. The Gathering Gate was originally an important teleportation gate, but in the end, it was used by Him for such lowly purposes.
Soren left a demon legion of thirty thousand to guard the Gathering Gate, and then led his army towards the City of Yenogu.
At present.
The City of Yenogu rests at the terminus of Bechard.
Long before Yenogu dominated this layer, it was the realm of the Lord of Storms, the Obsidian Demon—Bechard. Although the treachery and betrayal of the Tana’li demons eventually severed Bechard’s connection to this layer and drained the vitality from his lifeless massive shell, the agonizing pain of the Obsidian Demon’s death has persisted through endless ages. Now, this huge and bizarre demon resembles a twisted, beached whale, unable to move by itself, exposed to the scorching sun of this layer. Time and again, the coastal rock layers supporting his half-dead body have been shattered by ferocious hurricanes and acidic rain; Bechard’s previously flawless control over the weather has been inadvertently invoked by the unbearable agony of slow death.
Though he can no longer speak, Bechard still retains fragments of a once vast consciousness. If contacted through telepathy, he would communicate in a slow and melancholic tone about a time long before the birth of the Tana’li, narrating the rise and fall of the ancient demons. A trusted frequent visitor might even hear Bechard recount that demons did not originate from the Bottomless Abyss but migrated from another place, having abandoned an evil race of creators now lost to the annals of history.
Yenogu is curious and astonished by these legends, even if he cannot fully comprehend their significance. For a long time, this werewolf lord has altered the travel route of the moving fortress to embark on an annual long trek to converse with the dying Obsidian Demon.
This is a space where the laws have been changed by powerful forces.
There is a saying within the multiverse.
—“The gods of order created the world, and the demons came uninvited!…”
The third generation of Tana’li demons are indigenous; they were born from the desires of humans extracted by the Obsidian Demon, and in the ancient war, the Tana’li demons achieved victory, replacing the Obsidian Demons to gain dominion over the Bottomless Abyss.
However.
Throughout the long ages, some Obsidian Demons have still persisted.
In the boundless Astral Realm, the remains of the oldest order gods and the original demons from their battles drift, occasionally giving rise to incredibly powerful Somnolents.
Bechard is a dying Obsidian Demon.
He is dead.
But somehow, he seems not completely dead; fragments of Bechard’s ancient memory remain, and he can communicate with wise beings through telepathy.
He is the Lord of Storms.
Even among the Obsidian Demons, he is extraordinarily powerful, and now his body lies exposed in this layer; it is impossible to estimate his size, but judging from the exposed body, even a hundred-armed giant would seem small before him.
He resembles a beached whale, part of his body covered by rock layers over long ages.
The power emanating from this ancient Obsidian Demon has altered the climate of this space, often shrouded in wild winds and acidic rain. Yenogu is the only visitor here; since gaining dominion over this layer, he has been wary of anyone approaching Bechard’s body.
When Soren’s army arrives.
They feel a terrible storm power; dark clouds loom over the land as if brewing something fearsome.
This is the original demon.
From another world, one that has battled the gods of order, creating the Bottomless Abyss.
Fortunately, he is already dead, but such an existence is hard to fully die, akin to the bodies of ancient gods that are dead yet still remain incredibly dangerous, as beings of this caliber find it challenging to cease existing entirely.
The awareness of the Obsidian Demon lord is still present.
The pain of his death has persisted for tens of thousands of years, yet even so, a part of his consciousness still occasionally surfaces.
“The situation is a bit off,” Mikanxute’s figure appears, gazing at the City of Yenogu ahead and murmurs, “He seems to have some scheme waiting for us.”
Soren nods but replies, “In this situation, there are no other options.”
“Prepare to attack.”
They have already reached Yenogu’s doorstep; regardless of the scheme, they can only push forward.
There is only one chance.
Accompanied by the deep sound of war drums, hundreds of thousands of demons begin to surge forward, while within the City of Yenogu, countless werewolves stand guard, yet show no inclination to move.
Suddenly!
The entire sky and earth undergo a tremendous change, as a powerful force accompanies the dark clouds, streaks of lightning flash across the sky, followed by raging winds. Before Soren, an immensely large tornado appears, forming in an instant, and sweeps thousands of demons into it, shredding the weak to pieces and spiriting the strong away to unknown fates.
Three giant tornadoes appear before them.
They guard the City of Yenogu, causing tens of thousands of casualties among Soren’s allied troops upon their arrival.
This is the power of nature!
In the face of such a terrifying natural disaster, even high-level demons find it hard to withstand.
“It’s the Lord of Storms’ power!”
Mikanxute’s expression turns grim as he says, “In this circumstance, we cannot get close to the City of Yenogu at all. Do you have any way to dispel this terrifying tornado?”
Soren said nothing.
But in the next moment, a golden figure projected into the sky, its radiance piercing through the dark clouds. The hundred-foot-tall giant looked down at the City of Yenogu, and in the fearful gaze of the King of Werewolves, reached out his hand directly towards the giant tornado before him. The power that made all demons tremble enveloped the space; even Mikanxute couldn’t help but shudder. The hundred-foot-tall golden giant was not a physical entity, merely an avatar of a deity, yet his appearance instilled fear in countless demons. The tremendous divine power sealed the space, and under the golden giant’s palm, the terrifying tornado appeared to be picked up like a toy, then vanished into the sky.
—“Change reality! [Divine Power]”
