Chapter 484: Advent: Part 2

A continuous stream of living people was constantly being added like ingredients into the medicinal furnace of a theater.

From time to time, Faldt reached out and stirred the ritual circle beneath the theater, and every time he moved his hands, a red light will flash across the ground.

“My Lord, someone had fled. About thirty of them. Their strength by local standards is at about Five-winged level.”

A black swordthrall suddenly appeared behind Faldt.

The so-called swordthralls were monsters with humanoid form, but all of their limbs were blade-like weapons.

The bodies of these monsters were as tough as iron and difficult to destroy. Due to their extreme speed and explosive power, their actual combat ability was about the level of a Two-winged Darksider.

“Send men to bring them back. I need more blood sacrifice, this much is not enough,” Faldt said calmly. “As you command.”

…

Standing beneath a huge billboard, Lin Sheng looked at the area where the smoke was billowing, his expression calm.

“That thick smoke area is where Faldt’s true body will manifest. You two, now is still not the time to startle our prey yet.” He turned over and looked at the two appearing figures.

“If you are afraid, you can go back first.” The Underworld Courtier said coldly.

“Afraid? You think I was afraid that I pulled you two out here?” Lin Sheng shook his head slightly.

“I’m north of that location,” the Netherblade suddenly announced.

“I’m in the southwest,” the Courtier responded.

“As agreed, I’m in the southeastern area,” Lin Sheng replied. They had lined up and formed a triangular encirclement.

The three looked at the area billowing smoke.

Aside from Lin Sheng, the two were actually translucent phantoms.

“Faldt had begun to communicate with the Demiurge’s Pillar. One this process starts, it cannot be interrupted. Let us begin.” The Courtier’s said.

“I hope none of you pull out.” Lin Sheng looked deeply into the Courtier’s eyes.

“The one that should be careful is you.” The Courtier’s face tightened as she subconsciously clenched her fish.

“Oh, if you let me find out that you have any other plans…” Lin Sheng’s eyes turned chilly, as a trace of menace rang out in his tone.

“Look after yourself first.”

With a snap, the Courtier’s body shattered and disappeared.

This was nothing but a phantom she had projected from a distance. Her real body had already arrived in the agreed-upon location long ago.

“Holyspirit King, we have come to work together for the same cause, shouldn’t let some misunderstandings to affect our trust.” The Netherblade seemed to have noticed something and sniggered.

“It’s fine if she did not have any second thoughts, but if she does…” Lin Sheng’s tone changed. “Don’t blame me for not warning you in advance.”

“How could that be! The Courtier the most hurt the most by Faldt among all of us. Even if you and I turn out backs to the cause, she will never do so!” The Netherblade laughed.

“I hope you are right. See you later then.” Lin Sheng said coldly.

With a snap, the Netherblade’s apparition too shattered and disappeared, leaving only Lin Sheng alone there.

Looking at the thick smoke column, he gently clapped his hands.

Soon, Adolf and the others appeared behind him.

“Master,” Adolf said respectfully.

“Very well, this battle shall determine the fate of this world for the next hundreds or perhaps thousands of years. And many elites of my Holyspirit Palace had arrived as well, come with me to welcome them.”

Lin Sheng turned around and said with a rumbling voice.

“Many elites from the Holyspirit Palace?” Adolf was slightly anticipant.

“From today onwards, I want only the voice of the Holy Sanctum to reverberate in Miga!” Lin Sheng suddenly said with firm determination.

“Yes! Master!” Adolf quickly followed behind.

…

In another location.

With a grin in his mouth, the Netherblade bit his finger and let the blood drip onto the ground.

His black blood fell onto the ground and suddenly expanded as it formed into an elliptical portal.

Amidst the hissing, powerful black-red figures crawled out of the portal and stood behind him.

Not long after, a horde of powerful and twisted monsters stood behind him.

“As My Lord has instructed, we have arrived!”

The humanoid-like creature in the forefront had bat-like wings, with sharp serrated teeth in its mouth, as thick scales lined its body.

“Get ready. We are about to greet an old friend soon.” The Netherblade let out a menacing smile.

“Slaughter is our calling.”

The monsters howled one after another.

The Netherblade looked on quietly at the monsters crawling out of the portal, and the smile on his face widened.

…

Southwest.

The Underworld Courtier looked at the direction of the rising smoke, as she gritted her teeth, traces of conflict were apparent in her eyes.

She had broken off contact from both the Holyspirit King and the Netherblade, and she should have been summoning her subordinates, gather her elites and army before striking against Faldt’s commanders and swordthralls.

Yet, not only did she not summon anything, but she stood there with a hint of hesitation.

“Faldt…” As she felt the threatening aura from the other two directions that were increasingly undisguised, her expression grew more and more conflicted.

After standing where she stood for a moment, the Underworld Courtier suddenly clenched her fist and opened her eyes.

Recalling that figure that she loved and hated all those years, she had decided that she would give her everything to kill him, but when he was standing before her, she found herself unable to strike.

“Faldt…” In the end, the Underworld Courtier did not summon her subordinates.

Instead, she gently tapped her finger as an invisible wave rushed into the space before her.

“Go, tell Faldt that he is in danger. He needs to be ready, or else…”

“Or else what?” suddenly a chilly voice rang out behind the Underworld Courtier.

She shuddered and immediately turned back.

She saw Lin Sheng standing right behind her, not knowing when he had since been there.

The Netherblade seemed to have arrived as well, without her noticing his presence.

“You…” The Underworld Courtier’s face instantly paled.

“Kill her.” Lin Sheng said flatly.

“Heh, you really disappointed me, Qyne. So it turned out that you agreed to join me was just so that you can warn Faldt?”

The Netherblade licked his lips, as a glint of brutal excitement flashed in his eyes.

“No matter, I had always wondered what you taste like.”

*Bam!!*

In an instant, the Netherblade leaned forward and charged, as his body blasted open halfway through the charge and rushed at the Courtier in a swarm of dark shadows.

Behind him, Lin Sheng formed a massive long sword, as pure white light radiated from beneath his feet as he walked towards her step by step.

…

*Splash!!*

He suddenly had the feeling he had heard blood being split.

Faldt was startled as he shook his head in befuddlement.

It stood to reason that at his current level, he should not lose concentration for nothing.

But the sudden impulse had almost broken his control of the ritual.

“What’s going on?” He gently held his chest, and felt a little tightness there, as a jolt of pain came.

“With my strength, for something like this to happen, did something happened?”

Faldt look at the burning mound of flesh in the middle of the as thick smoke billowed out into the sky, forming into a pillar of smoke.

Enormous energy fluctuations ripped out in a continuous circle outwards.

At this stage of the ritual, he needed to be connected to the Demiurge’s Pillar at all times. If the ritual were to be broken, not only would the summoning ritual be interrupted, even his soul would be wounded.

That was the reason he had sent a large force to clear out the surroundings.