Nope, sorry, but I'm bz this week (maybe even next week)
One chapter a day is already my limit and I can't spare my time to polish old chapter. I'll try to upload more (new) chapter in my free time.
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Black magic shrouded almost the entire sky above Hangcheng, and the descent of demons could no longer be stopped.
And who could stop it? With two Abyssal Epics guarding the dimensional gate, whose heads could possibly be taken to close it?
Mammon and the others had no choice but to retreat. The tide of the Abyss Realm had come, and they had to avoid it for now.
Ekbelt, meanwhile, secretly informed Asmit.
Though Asmit was powerful, even he could not stand against two Abyssal Epics at once. A temporary withdrawal was the only choice.
"The aura of this world is truly abundant."
The Great Demon of the Abyss, his twin horns gleaming, lifted his head and inhaled deeply. A cruel grin spread across his lips.
Though the world still resisted epic-level presences, its energy was vast, rich—almost intoxicating.
"This world is… a treasure."
He turned his gaze to the crimson-dressed figure atop the temple.
"You've done well this time, Sister Lilith."
The one who had opened the Abyssal Gate, who had orchestrated the descent of the Abyss, was indeed Lilith.
"Brother Morpheus, you really love to tease," Lilith answered with a graceful smile. "Father sending you personally… that shows his high expectations of you."
Her lips curved, but her eyes hid sharpness and envy.
They were both heirs of the Abyss Emperor, and in that cruel realm, blood ties meant nothing. Only one could ascend as Emperor. And yet, there were dozens of heirs.
Each one a rival.
"Haha, still silver-tongued as always. You've been dormant here for two years—surely you've learned much. Any advice for conquering this world?"
Morpheus floated before her, his tone smooth, yet weighted. He valued Lilith's cunning, but his ambitions gleamed beneath his words.
Lilith bowed her head lightly. "Of course, Brother Morpheus. I will do all I can to assist you."
But hidden from his eyes, her crimson pupils glimmered with frost.
She had imagined an Abyssal Epic descending as her greatest ally—but instead, her own blood rival had come. Worse, she could already feel Morpheus's envy of her.
In the Abyss, family meant competition. Once her usefulness was exhausted, he would kill her without hesitation.
Her umbrella tilted as a sly smile curved her lips.
I must find a way to kill this dear brother… And perhaps that adorable little gentleman would be very pleased with the flesh of an Abyssal Great Demon.
That night became one Hangcheng would never forget.
The sky of holy light had been torn apart by darkness. A fierce battle raged, and then—monsters flooded the city.
Ordinary survivors who had not fled were devoured alive. Nothing remained of them—not even bones.
Only yesterday, Hangcheng had been a holy city, gleaming with divine light. Now, overnight, it had become a city of demons.
The lair of the Abyss.
As dawn crept in, the horror remained.
"Ah…"
From a distant hillside, Li Yuqin gazed at Hangcheng. The city was crawling with monsters—settled, nesting.
"It's not surprising," Tapir Liang murmured, sipping from a glass of blood wine. "Lilith knows exactly how to maximize the value of the monsters she summons."
The wine had been taken from Shen Ji, who stood pale and weary. The battle with Asmit had left her injured, and now even her blood had been drained to serve Mammon.
"The Abyssal Great Demons are cunning," Ekbelt's green flames flickered within his eyes. "They are not like ordinary fiends, enslaved by nothing but hunger. They think. They scheme."
"Hmph! And if you hadn't attacked us, this would never have happened!"
A Holy Guard snarled, eyes burning with rage at Mammon and Shen Ji. His voice dripped with fury.
He had reason. Had these people not struck Hangcheng first, the Abyss would never have seized the chance to descend. Worse, they had slaughtered many of his comrades— even Lord Redeemer himself was twisted into something unrecognizable.
Now the Light God Realm, once so proud, had been reduced to a stray dog, fleeing before demons.
When had they ever been so humiliated?
Shen Ji and Xiongshou's faces tightened. The Alliance elites looked equally grim.
"Occupied Hangcheng?" a voluptuous woman sneered, crossing her arms. "That's our city. How are you any different from the Abyss Realm? You stole our home. We merely took it back."
She was one of the Four Heroes—an auxiliary-class evolutionist.
"You!" the Holy Guard roared, his fury boiling.
"Enough." Mammon's cold voice cut through the quarrel. "If you want to fight, do it elsewhere. We don't have time for petty squabbles."
The Holy Guard gritted his teeth, but when he saw even Ekbelt and Gerna remain silent, he held his tongue. Xiongshou restrained his comrade as well.
They all knew—if they hoped to resist the Abyss, they needed the Light God Realm's strength. And Asmit, the Singer of Light, was an epic.
At that moment, a figure in crimson fell from the heavens and struck the ground with force.
It was Asmit.
"…Teacher?"
He rose, scanning the group coldly until his gaze fixed on Ekbelt.
But when he saw his former master's twisted form, his expression froze. The emerald flames, the dark magic—
"What… did you do to Mr. Ek?"
The overwhelming pressure of an epic flooded the mountain as Asmit turned to glare at Mammon. His voice was ice.
There was no doubt in his mind.
This was their doing. These vile, foolish natives.