Translated by: Novellise
The Kingdom of Lyon.
Originally a peaceful and prosperous human city.
But now it is filled with smoke and corpses lining the streets.
Countless citizens of the Empire lie dead in the streets, the air filled with the stench of decay.
Countless refugees flee to other cities, their bodies emaciated and covered in wounds, carrying curses and diseases.
Their flight undoubtedly exacerbated the spread of the plague!
At first, some people couldn't bear to see them and opened their gates to let them in.
But within a few days.
This bustling city was transformed into a dead land!
When many kingdoms ordered the fleeing refugees to be turned back to prevent the plague from spreading, the Holy Light Empire stood out!
Upon hearing the news, Louis XIX repeatedly choked back tears.
He publicly vowed that the Empire would not abandon any of its citizens!
All cities and allied kingdoms must unconditionally accept and aid all fleeing masses!
The entire Holy Light Empire exploded in anger.
Many affiliated kingdoms cursed vehemently, wishing ill upon Louis and his family.
Many officials were forced to turn to the Imperial Mage Academy for help, begging them to find a way to end this disaster.
But all the Ninth Order Archmages could do was sigh helplessly.
The Tenth Order's forbidden curse could only be cast by a deity, and only a deity could lift it.
And the power of the Hell Quartet is even more terrifying than the Tenth Order's Forbidden Curse.
Even if the gods were present, they would be powerless, let alone this group of Ninth Order Archmages.
Not to mention the Hell Quartet, which is only a key to opening the Gates of Hell.
If the Gates of Hell were to open, not even Emon himself would be able to stop it.
Even the resource-rich Kagal Mountains, home to a wide variety of species, couldn't escape the disaster.
The lush forests were decimated by swarms of locusts.
The once clear and cold streams, now filled with countless animal corpses, turned into foul-smelling sewers overrun by flies.
From person to person, from tens to hundreds, from hundreds to thousands.
Death and destruction are spreading through the magical world with unimaginable speed!
Along with the spread of death and disaster, another curse, more terrible than the Plague, has finally broken out in full!
Under the erosion and transformation of the Hell Quartet.
All humans and creatures infected with the plague were suddenly twisted and deformed, eventually turning into monstrous and terrifying Hell Demons!
These Hell Demons were bloodthirsty, bathing in blood and madness, like beasts fuelled only by slaughter.
They gathered in groups, attacking and conquering cities, spreading war and death to every corner of the magical world.
On the other side.
As the dark aura encroached.
The spatial rift in the Bone Wasteland widened again, multiplying in size.
If the previous Abyssal Rift was only a gap.
The current Abyssal Rift has spread across the entire sky.
Like the eye of an evil god looking at the world!
*Crack!
Above the Bone Wasteland.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and black mist filled the air.
The endless aura of death spread from the abyss, transforming the entire Bone Wasteland into a cursed land.
On the other side of the abyss.
The long-awaited vanguard of the Abyssal Demons finally stepped through the rift and set foot on this coveted land once more!
They were robust, with horns on their heads, covered in spikes and scales, their faces fierce and terrifying, their crimson eyes glowing with bloodlust.
When they entered the Bone Wasteland, the first thing they did was close their eyes and take a deep breath of the fresh air.
"No wonder Lord Fear Demon has been eyeing the magical world. This land is unexpectedly beautiful!"
Some new Abyssal Demons were ecstatic, their eyes curious and greedy, taking in everything around them.
Unlike the desolate and lifeless Abyssal Plains, the magical world was full of life and energy, and even the air was fresh and beautiful!
"Kill all living things, and this world will soon be ours!"
The Abyssal Demons sneered.
They were tired of the murky air of the Abyssal Plains and the dead environment.
In their eyes, even the most barren Bone Wasteland in the magical world was a thousand times better than the Abyssal Plains!
But the next moment.
Before these Abyssal Demons could rejoice.
Countless skeletal warriors rushed towards them from the distance like a raging torrent!
Tens of thousands of Apocalypse Knights led the charge, striking like lightning into the heart of the demon army.
Under the influence of the Legion's expedition.
One Apocalypse Knight was a match for five Holy Light Knights!
The unbreakable iron hooves of their warhorses trampled everything in their path, crushing the dreams of every demon to dust!
"Those are the Holy Light Knights?"
"No! What are these monsters? They are even more powerful than the Holy Light Knights!"
Many Abyssal Demons were horrified, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Five hundred years ago.
They had fought against the Holy Light Empire with the Fear Demon King.
In their eyes, the Knights of Holy Light were unbeatable.
The Apocalypse Knights before them represented death and destruction.
They had become powerful enough to bring despair to all their enemies!
The Apocalypse Knights moved like lightning, slashing left and right, cutting through the demon army like a hot knife through butter.
They couldn't find a worthy opponent!
After all, the rift was still unstable and couldn't withstand too much power.
The first wave of Abyssal Demon armies were merely cannon fodder for exploration.
With their strength, they posed no threat to the Apocalypse Knights.
In just over ten minutes.
This sudden battle ended with the complete annihilation of the Abyssal Demon army.
But Land Yuan knew.
Compared to these Abyssal Demons, the Fear Demon King was the greatest threat.
He had to have the power to rival the gods before his true incarnation arrived!
With that in mind.
Land Yuan continued his meditation.
Absorbing and refining the remaining Philosopher's Stones as quickly as possible.
Half a month later.
The last Philosopher's Stone exhausted all its energy, turning into powder and dissipating into the air.
And Land Yuan's power continued to grow.
With almost every breath, his power increased significantly.
In the end.
With a single leap, he transcended the demigods and finally entered an entirely new realm!
Deity of the Tenth Order!
Since Emon the Undying, the chaotic era of gods and demons had come to an end.
After two thousand years, someone had finally entered this realm again!
After undergoing the Baptism of the Origin of the World, Land Yuan's skeletal structure became as crystal clear as jade.
Every inch of his bones radiated a dazzling divine light.
Covered in countless intricate and mysterious runes and textures!
These patterns were naturally formed, as if they were the manifestation of the rules of heaven and earth, and contained unimaginable terrifying power!
Just standing there, he was like a rising golden sun.
His aura was holy and powerful, causing people to bow down in awe!
Before, his spiritual power was as vast as a river and a sea.
Now, Land Yuan's soul power had reached a whole new level.
Inexhaustible and endless.
Infinite!
The reach of the Apocalypse Legion could now cover most of the magical world.
This meant.
While Land Yuan was in the Blood Castle, he could use the Apocalypse's network to know every move of the Holy Light Empire.
Especially with his increased soul power, he no longer needed elemental affinity.
With a single thought, he could command all the elements!
Releasing even the simplest fireball could unleash a devastating force that could destroy everything in its path!
The moment Land Yuan stepped into the realm of the Tenth Order God.
The amplification effect of the Legion Expedition reached a terrifying tenfold!
The blood-red soul flames in the eyes of all the servants of the Apocalypse suddenly surged, emitting a soul-piercing roar that echoed through the depths of the soul!
It was as if they were celebrating the birth of a Fear Demon Lord!
And in an instant, Land Yuan fully controlled the soul avatar of the Fear Demon King.
After searching through the Fear Demon King's memories, he finally understood the whole story.
Two thousand years ago.
Jiang Heng, who had been wandering through various realms, came to the Abyssal Plane by chance.
But the powerful beings of the Abyssal Demon race did not welcome his arrival.
The two sides clashed, nearly shattering the entire Abyssal Plane.
In the midst of the battle.
A small fragment of the Abyssal World accidentally fell into a spatial rift, carrying the Fear Demon King and others with it, and ended up in the Abyssal Plane.
It's worth noting that this fragment came from a higher-dimensional world and still retained some of the laws of the Abyssal Plane.
This was an unimaginable treasure for a low-level world's will!
After assimilating this fragment of the Abyssal world, the Abyssal Will had become unprecedentedly powerful and confident.
It decided to lead all the Abyssal Demons and wage war against the magical world.
He tried to devour the will of the entire magical world!
The battle plunged the heavens and the earth into darkness, and countless divine demons fell in resentment.
However, the will of the magical world was still at its peak at that time.
Even though the will of the Abyss was growing in strength, it could barely compete with the will of the magical world.
But in the battle of wills, there was no end in sight.
It was a fight to the death. Either you die or I die.
There was no possibility of stopping in the middle.
Besides, this war was initiated by the will of the Abyss.
Even if it had second thoughts, it could only grit its teeth and meet the will of the magical world head on.
After a long and fierce battle, both sides were left badly wounded.
The will of the Abyss was gravely wounded and on the verge of death, its fate unknown.
The will of the magical world was also weakened and unable to continue the fight.
However, a large army of Abyss demons continued to ravage the magical world, inflicting heavy casualties on many races.
And Amon, as the youngest ninth-grade Archmage in the history of the magical world, was favoured and chosen by the weakened will of the magical world, who granted him a portion of the power to wield the world's source.
It was hoped that he would lead the army to defeat the invasion of the Abyss Will.
But no one expected this...
After successfully repulsing the Abyss demon army, Amon's ambitions quickly grew as he wielded a portion of the Worldspring and decided to replace the will of the magical world and become the ruler of that world!
Without hesitation, he turned his back on the will of the magical world.
By usurping the world's source, he created the Legion of the Holy Light, which continually devoured the power of the magical world's will, making it even weaker.
However, even a weakened camel is still bigger than a horse. Though the will of the magical world was critically wounded and on the brink of death, it was not something a mere mortal could replace.
When Amon competed with the will of the magical world for authority...
The lurking Will of the Abyss took advantage of the situation and began to erode Amon's soul as well!
The three parties were locked in a long standoff that eventually evolved into the current situation.
On the other hand, when the Abyssal Will left, the Abyssal Plane was like a rootless floating duckweed, gradually deteriorating and rapidly approaching death.
Because of this...
Five hundred years ago, the Fear Demon King risked his life to suddenly invade the magical world and try to bring back the Abyssal Will.
But between Amon, the will of the Abyss and the will of the magical world, it had become an intertwined relationship.
They were all too deeply trapped to turn back.
The only way.
Was to replace the will of the magical world, and then merge the magical world with the Abyssal plane into one!
(End of chapter).