Chapter 766
The Arrogant Lord's Resolute Determination
What chilled all the lava demons, especially the lava god on the throne, to the bone was another fact.
[Back then, the Lava Demon God, who was merely a second-tier True God, was able to create the entire Lava Demon race from the chaotic origin of the abyss using only a primordial authority, making it a member of the vast racial lineage of the abyss.]
[So, now that Agris's power and realm far surpass those of the creator of yesteryear, standing at the pinnacle of the true gods of rules, after erasing the existing lava demon race with a mere thought, is he incapable of recreating lava?]
[For Agrelius, it would be simple to reshape a new race of lava demons from the more powerful laws of molten lava, one that better suits His will and flows with renewed loyalty.]
The answer, clear enough to evoke despair, lay in Agris's eyes, which reflected endless molten fire yet remained as cold as ancient ice.
Therefore, no lava demon would naively believe that Agrelius, who had climbed up from the deepest abyss and whose hands were stained with betrayal and divine blood, would show mercy to his own kind.
Betraying the abyss—what a mad and resolute act that is!
This is tantamount to placing oneself in opposition to the entire dark world, and becoming an enemy of the fundamental will that gave birth to countless demons.
However, He not only did it, He succeeded, even ascending to the pinnacle of divine power, seizing a near-invincible force that shook the universe.
Such a being possesses a cold and unyielding will that far surpasses ordinary imagination. The bonds of blood and kinship, in the face of absolute power and supreme ambition, are probably lighter than ashes floating on a sea of lava.
Who dares to gamble on the humanity and warmth that may have long since vanished from His heart?
More importantly, this is a completely unnecessary and hopeless gamble.
For the entire Lava Demon race, the required price is negligible; it merely involves piling up more flowery and hypocritical praise and displaying a more humble and utterly submissive posture—nothing more.
This is an instinct ingrained in the very bones of a demon who struggles to survive in the endless abyss and is accustomed to clinging to the strong.
Even when ordinary top-tier true gods descend, which lava demon didn't go to great lengths to flatter and fawn over them?
[If humility and flattery can be offered to other powerful beings, why not the same to Agris?]
Moreover, Aglios's return itself sends a thought-provoking signal.
Perhaps, ultimately, He harbors a complex and indescribable emotion towards this homeland that nurtured Him and also harmed Him. Perhaps it's a desire for control, perhaps a desire to demonstrate His power, or perhaps it's a genuine wish to bestow grace.
If it is indeed the latter, then the entire Lava Clan may ascend to an unprecedented pinnacle of honor due to the return of this rebellious son. This is an irresistible temptation for every demon who yearns to rise through blood and fire.
Therefore, when Agrippa's figure truly set foot on this scorching, boiling homeland, what He enjoyed was an almost absurd yet perfectly natural ultimate glory, a glory far surpassing any of His humble childhood fantasies.
There was no trial, no questioning, only a frenzied pilgrimage, a roaring tide that seemed to melt rocks.
[Without even the slightest displeasure from this newly ascended top-tier true god, a spontaneous and swift purification process had already begun within the race.]
[All the lava demons who bullied, mocked, insulted, or targeted Him during His childhood, along with their families and the networks of power they were involved with.]
Even the ancestral graves buried deep within the lava, symbolizing the source of their bloodlines, were completely erased by a terrifying yet tacit force. The extermination of the ten clans was not just empty talk; it was a real, bloody, and efficient cleansing, a pledge of allegiance from the clans to their new ruler, a pledge imbued with the scent of rust and ashes.
Old grudges were resolved so easily and cruelly in the face of absolute power, as if those lives and histories had never existed.
Aglios merely observed all of this indifferently, as if watching a drama that had nothing to do with him. His silent indulgence, in the fervent interpretation of the tribe, became tacit approval and endorsement.
In the third month of the year 10895 of the Extraordinary Calendar, Agrelius once again vanished from the lava fields.
His departure was as sudden as his arrival, yet he did not leave empty-handed.
[The selection and departure of over a dozen young lava demons, deemed exceptionally talented and whose eyes burned with ambition and awe, is undoubtedly a powerful signal, indicating that the bloodline of their race will continue on a broader stage.]
Before departing, Agrelius gave the Lava Demon who remained behind a promise—a promise made lightly, yet carrying immense weight.
If this veteran demon god can successfully ascend to the status of a top-tier demon god in the near future, then as his junior, Agris will bestow upon him an immense fortune.
The Lava Demon's heart, pounding like magma, was violently torn between its frantic beating and its icy rationality.
[He was not an ignorant novice; the wisdom gained over the long years allowed Him to speculate about that creation, which might be the opportunity to transcend current constraints.]
However, deep confusion followed.
With the Abyss's will having completely tightened its grip on power, firmly controlling all ownership and leaving only limited usage rights for the demons, could the Crimson Heart Society, or rather, the power behind Agris, truly still possess a forbidden method to bypass the Abyss?
The thought was both chilling and alluringly tempting, like the scent of poppies.
Regardless of the truth, and regardless of the risks and costs involved, the Lava Demon knew he absolutely could not miss this opportunity.
On the ladder of power, stagnation means being devoured. Even if this opportunity is poison coated in honey, it is determined to swallow it first.
[In the midsummer of June, in the year 11349 of the Extraordinary Calendar, a secret and urgent message, piercing through layers of hell and countless prying eyes, reached the location of the Heart Demon God.]
[The message comes from one of the seven rulers of Hell, the Great Lord who wields the power of arrogance.]
This being, known throughout many worlds for his arrogance and disdain for all living beings, now spoke without any pretense, only with desperate anxiety and an almost humble plea.
[If the Red Heart Society is willing to offer refuge, He is willing to accept any form of control from the Red Heart Society.]
[He is willing to fight for the Red Heart Society even after achieving victory!]
The battle will never end!
[If the Red Heart Society doesn't believe us, they can use contracts, restrictions, soul imprints, or even more humiliating and thorough methods of control.] (End of Chapter)