Chapter 765
The Great Aglutus Arrives at the Lava Demon Clan
In May of the year 10348 of the Extraordinary Calendar, in the Abyss World, where endless chaos and filth converged, a storm originating from within reached its climax.
[The name Ye Lingtian has become a terrifying symbol in many aspects of the abyss.]
He was not a lone assassin, but rather the vanguard of a sharp blade, leading the Red Heart Society's most elite Rule God squad, stirring up a true storm in the abyss, a realm seemingly composed of countless rotting entrails.
Wherever they went, the rules were distorted, the demonic land was torn apart, and the abyss's unique, evil-breeding planes collapsed one after another.
The vast, chaotic, and malevolent collective will of the abyss was enraged to the extreme.
He could sense the rampant germs within his body, frantically devouring nutrients.
But whenever He attempted to withdraw some of His power and gather enough strength to crush this army, the inner demon's entanglement, which went straight to the essence of the soul, would arrive as expected.
This force kept Him firmly tied to the mental battlefield far from His homeland, preventing His devastating counterattack from ever landing.
The power of the great world remaining in the abyss remains formidable, and countless abyssal demons dwelling in various layers have awakened from their eternal battles and decadent pleasures.
Indeed, by combining their power with the remnants of the Abyss's will, they could mobilize some of the Abyss's authority to block Ye Lingtian's team's escape route and set up an inescapable trap.
However, faced with an absolute technological and tactical advantage, quantitative containment appears pale and clumsy.
The true gods of the Red Heart Society are all warriors who have deduced a single rule to a certain level, and are the kind who fight without regard for their own lives.
[Furthermore, coupled with the overwhelming power of their advanced weaponry and the terrifyingly powerful God Armor that provides incredible damage and amplification, they are virtually invincible in one-on-one combat against opponents of the same level.]
Most importantly, the battle formation formed by the gods of the Red Heart Society was like a diamond drill spinning rapidly in a murky swamp, forcing the abyssal demons who tried to surround them to retreat in disarray, their divine blood cascading down and their demonic bodies disintegrating.
Only furious roars and desperate wails echoed in the abyss's fierce winds.
[It was precisely under the perfect cover of this extreme chaos, with the Abyss's native forces firmly drawn in and heavily restrained by Ye Lingtian's team, that a return that had been dormant for countless years quietly began.]
[Agrius, the legendary figure born into the abyss's lava demon race, who ultimately betrayed the abyss, joined the Red Heart Society, and ascended to the pinnacle of the True God of Rules, has embarked on his journey home.]
His return lacked the flamboyance and ruthlessness of Ye Lingtian's, but carried a more serene and deadly chill.
At first, the news, like a sulfurous wind, quietly swept across the scorching lands ruled by the lava demon race.
After a brief moment of shock and fear, the Lava Demon God, along with the demon lords and dukes subservient to it, immediately chose to sever all ties to demonstrate their loyalty to the will of the Abyss.
[Thus, under official orders, the entire Lava Demon race launched a vitriolic attack on the traitor Agrelius.]
The ancient epic was altered, with the name Agrelius deliberately fabricated, portraying him as a cowardly loser exiled for his cowardice.
Curses and insults in public became the new trend, and any faint connection to Agris's past, or perhaps any past, glory, was hastily erased and trampled upon.
[A disgrace to lava!]
[Traitor to the Abyss!]
[A stain on the bloodline!]
Countless vicious titles were meticulously crafted and bestowed upon that departing figure, attempting to use this clamor to build a wall that would isolate him from the impending disaster.
However, when Agrus's figure, imbued with the power of molten fire laws far exceeding the depth and vastness of the Lava Demon God, truly descended upon the border of the core territory of the Lava Demon race, everything changed. All the clamor, all the insults, all the meticulously constructed displays of loyalty froze and shattered in an instant, turning into the most laughable dust.
At that moment, the entire race, from the lowest-ranking lesser demons to the lava god seated on the throne, felt an overwhelming crushing force originating from their very being and absolute power.
On the border, Aglios didn't even need to say a word; he simply stood there, and the laws flowing around him calmed the molten lava sea that had been boiling for billions of years.
That was no longer an image defined by the tribe, but a walking deity who controlled the ultimate mysteries of fire and destruction.
The reversal of public opinion is swifter and more thorough than the most cunning demon's mental magic.
The totem bearing the old name of Aglios, which was burned in the street yesterday, has today had its fragments secretly recovered and restored with the most precious materials for worship.
The historians burned the newly compiled historical records overnight, racking their brains to unearth any trace of brilliance that Aglios might have displayed in his youth, praising him as the initial inspiration for the glory of their people.
The high-ranking members gathered beneath the trembling throne of the Lava Demon God, passionately arguing that the very existence of Agris was irrefutable proof of the boundless potential of the Lava Demon bloodline, and the supreme foundation upon which their race would grow stronger in the wider universe.
The past shame and traitors were instantly crowned as pioneers and pillars of the nation; the sincerity of the words and the splendor of the praise made it seem as if the curses of the past millennia had never occurred.
This is not because this group is inherently shameless, but because when faced with a stark choice between survival and destruction, any morality or stance becomes as flimsy as paper.
[To glorify Agrelius and sing his praises may, in the unknowable future, incur the wrath of the Abyss's will.]
But that future is uncertain, while the current crisis is imminent and undeniably real.
A top-tier True God of Rules, carrying the murderous aura of countless battles fought in the heart of the abyss, has arrived.
[Has Agris already personally annihilated too many powerful abyssal races in his previous conquests?]
The blood of those tribes was still fresh, and their cries of agony had not yet subsided.
[What makes the Lava Demon race think they'll be an exception?]
[Just because she gave birth to Agris?]
Have you put in the effort to cultivate them?
In other words, it was the Red Heart Society that nurtured Agris.
In this situation, if you don't rush to curry favor, are you just waiting to be wiped out?
As for insults?
That would only provide the most direct excuse for destruction!
Whether the Will of the Abyss will destroy the Lava Clan is unknown to the Lava Demon Clan.
But if you really provoke Agris, He will definitely take action!
Even if Agris couldn't bear to see the Lava Demon race destroyed, weren't there other true gods of the rules?
[The true god of rules has never been a pushover.] (End of Chapter)