Chapter 99 Eastern Kingdom
In a hidden basement.
The walls around are carved with many grotesque demon reliefs, easily instilling fear at first glance.
This is one of the few strongholds of the Church of Fear, but it has now fallen under the control of Modo. In the center of the basement stands an altar, where fear worshippers hold their sacrificial ceremonies, but currently, there is a seat placed there. Vivian’s petite figure sits on the seat, in front of her stands a group of fear worshippers dressed in black robes. This is her harvest over the period, having relied on power and authority to control the current Church of Fear and gathered a considerable number of fear worshippers.
“Cass!”
Vivian’s voice is cold and clear, seemingly enveloped in a force that makes one feel timid before even approaching. She looks down at the group of kneeling fear worshippers and says in a deep voice, “You will take people to the ruins of Amber City and bring back that sealed item.”
“Uther the Black Robe.”
“You will lead a purge of the other rebels. I must have the entire Church of Fear obey my orders.”
The power of fear spirit envelops.
The fear worshippers below the altar fall silent, quickly responding to the command. After the incident with the Vampire Son, they have mentally prepared themselves to obey the new Demon Son of Fear. The power in the Bottomless Abyss currently cannot reach the Material Plane, but the fear son in front of them can k*ll them all in an instant.
“Alright.”
Vivian seems to sense something and waves her hand, saying, “You all can leave now.”
The group retreats.
Once everyone has left, Vivian’s icy expression changes, and she turns sweetly to the figure behind her, using a cute childlike voice, “Brother! Why are you here?”
Soren’s figure emerges from the shadows.
He looks at the little girl who is sweetly appealing to him, and the imposing demeanor she just had lingers in his mind, leaving him somewhat emotional.
All along, Soren has tried to protect Vivian well.
But ultimately, she decided to face her own destiny. This stubbornness leaves Soren feeling both helpless and pleased because he often shares that stubborn temperament himself.
“I missed you so much!”
The little girl suddenly throws herself into Soren’s arms, hanging onto him with her whole body, rubbing her little face against his clothing, and sweetly says, “I’m close to taking control of the entire Church of Fear. Once I fully control them, it will be easier to deal with the Demon God of Fear.”
Controlling the Church of Fear means weakening the power of the Demon God of Fear.
Vivian is very much aware of this.
Soren gently pats the little girl’s head, softly praising, “You did very well.”
Vivian cuddles in his embrace, and a hint of a smile appears on her little face.
“But!”
Soren’s tone shifts, seriously saying, “Are you hiding something from me? Why do you call yourself the Fear Witch?”
Vivian’s figure stiffens, pausing for a moment before replying, “Why would I hide anything from you, Brother…”
A hint of struggle appears on the little girl’s cute face.
Soren can clearly sense something but, after all, Vivian is dear to his heart, and he doesn’t believe she would do anything to harm him, so he doesn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. He refrains from probing further and instead strokes her little head, saying, “I brought you a little gift.”
“For the time being, you might have to set other things aside and focus on digesting the gift I prepared for you.”
A crystal-like glow appears.
“Divinity?”
Vivian glances at the fragment of divinity in Soren’s palm, her little face instantly filled with astonishment. With her intelligence, she quickly guesses the origin of this piece of divinity, her beautiful big eyes welling up with tears as she murmurs, “Brother!… Did you k*ll the God of the Hunt?… Why didn’t you tell me about such a dangerous thing?… Vivian can help you now!…”
“I don’t want it!!!”
The little girl suddenly appears to be throwing a tantrum, jumping down from Soren’s arms. She stubbornly shakes her head and exclaims, “You can’t let me help with such an important matter!… I don’t want this thing!…”
Soren is momentarily taken aback.
In his memories, Vivian has always been very obedient, almost doing whatever he says. Today is the first time he has encountered her throwing a tantrum, and the reason is that he did not let her help deal with the God of the Hunt.
Soren feels helpless yet warm in his heart.
When the little girl gets in a stubborn mood, it’s truly not easy to persuade her. However, Soren naturally has his methods. He pauses for a moment and then speaks in a gentle voice, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through.”
“I’m just worried about your safety.”
“How about this? You take this item and put it away! Next time! Next time if there are similar situations, I’ll definitely let you help!”
“Lying is for puppies!…”
Vivian glares at Soren with her beautiful eyes, hesitates for a moment, reaches out to take the fragment of divinity, and then with a very serious and solemn expression says, “Brother!”
“You said it! Next time we encounter such things, you must let Vivian help!”
“Lying is for puppies!”
“If you keep this up, Vivian won’t talk to you!…”
Soren chuckles, rubbing the little girl’s head, his expression filled with helplessness, probably more out of emotion.
What lying is for puppies.
That’s something to coax a child with. To Soren, Vivian is dear to his heart, and he’ll do everything possible to keep her away from danger.
If further battles arise, they’ll address them when the time comes.
Small hand holding large hand.
Their figures walk out of the basement; it’s already night, and with the onset of the Saint’s Cataclysm, many places have gradually fallen into decline.
The city appears very desolate, with only the sounds of patrolling guards occasionally breaking the silence.
After order was disrupted, crime levels increased, and now various places can only rely on curfews, increased penalties, and additional guards to prevent chaos from escalating further.
The two quietly watch the city under the night sky.
Suddenly!
Soren’s figure jolts, and his expression goes a bit absent-minded before gradually returning to normal, but his spiritual focus seems to have shifted away from here.
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Bottomless Abyss, Third Layer. Land of Forgotten.
Some time has passed since Soren suppressed the perimeter of the Gurenba Arena, and the neutral faction’s evil spirits are gathering forces to prepare an attack on the Demon Goblin’s last stronghold.
During this time, Soren has seemed a bit idle, continually gathering demons.
Demons obey the strong.
Soren has expanded his demon army to about one thousand, which isn’t very large, but a significant proportion consists of mid-level demons.
The most numerous are the Frenzied Combat Demons, excellent mid-level demon cannon fodder.
There isn’t much time left before launching the attack.
However, at this critical moment, a sudden unexpected event occurs on Soren’s side.
He has been summoned.
The Bottomless Abyss has its own rules, and this is a realm influenced by chaos, so infinite possibilities exist; extreme chaos means anything can happen.
This chaotic accident occurs with Soren.
A glimmer of spell light.
Soren’s figure directly breaks through space and under some mysterious rules, his body enters a projection-like state.
Someone has summoned him to the Material Plane.
It is very difficult for demons to directly enter other planes; many times, it’s through projection ability, with their own strength maintained at about seventy percent. This projection ability is generally present in lower planes, but devils are the best at using it, while demons are more often passively accepted. If a high-level summoning spell for demons is cast in the Material Plane, then any high-level demon of the Bottomless Abyss could be passively summoned.
Dust clouds fill the air!
When Soren’s figure emerges from the summoning circle, he can clearly hear the shocked gasps all around and various inhales of breath.
“High-level demon!”
“And it’s a humanoid high-level demon!…”
Ahead comes the panicked voices of others. Soren scans his surroundings and then looks up at the sky, confirming his position.
Still in the main Material Plane.
However, the coordinates should no longer be in the south. Judging by the expansive dust clouds, the obviously different clothing of the people ahead, and the three monks dressed like professionals, Soren realizes he has been summoned to the Eastern Kingdom.
There are a total of eleven professionals in front of him.
Among them, five are monks, but two seem to be special advanced professions; only the Eastern Kingdom has this many monks, as it is the birthplace of monks.
“k*ll all these humans!”
A cold and cruel voice rings in Soren’s mind; this is the entity that summoned Soren to the Material Plane. He originally thought it would be a demon sorcerer or a fallen one but unexpectedly, it turned out to be an ancient evil.
Not right.
It should be said to be just an evil, not yet reaching the ancient level.
The being that summoned Soren resembles a twisted creature that looks somewhat like a plant but also like an animal, with a shape akin to a sunflower but with sinister tentacles. The existence of such entities cannot be understood with normal reasoning; they are very peculiar beings.
This particular being should have been sealed during the Arcane Empire era.
They are essentially mutated beings, but extremely powerful; anything that can be called an ‘evil’ possesses legendary-level combat power.
The monks of the Eastern Kingdom are always responsible for suppressing and guarding them since many evils are difficult to truly eliminate.
“I command you to k*ll them all!”
A mental pressure pierced into Soren’s mind; it seems that as he observed his surroundings, the present evil felt dissatisfied and prepared to forcibly control Soren’s mind, commanding him to k*ll these professionals.
Unfortunately.
It seems it has hit a brick wall!
Summoning demons does not guarantee they will obey the summoner’s commands; there is a will judgment involved. The other party attempted to control Soren’s mind through the judgment, but the outcome after their mental clash was predictable.
The evil before him directly spewed out a mouthful of old bl**d.
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(PS: After finishing this chapter, it seems my condition is gradually returning. Tomorrow should be two updates.) (To be continued ~^~)
