Chapter 469

(Happy Year of the Dragon) (Happy Year of the Dragon) →: mayiwsk

Do you believe in the Holy Light?

Someone actually asked a Demon Baron if he believed in the Holy Light?

"I admire the first person who believed in the Holy Light," Su Lin said seriously, his expression grave: "because it might be poisonous."

The Demon Baron froze for a moment, then his goat-like mouth stretched sideways into a laugh: "Hahahahahaha!"

It reminded him of the foolish believers he'd once encountered, clutching church symbols while mumbling useless incantations to drive away demons.

Light-based spells are indeed common, even capable of driving life to develop faith during evolution.

Unfortunately, light-related spells only have special effects on low-tier native demons of various realms.

They, born in the Abyss, are entirely different from native demons bound by local laws, and can learn to master this power as well.

You ask him if he believes in the Holy Light?

"This joke is quite good!" the Baron stroked his goat beard, his voice deep: "And even better are fanatics who still hold faith at your level! Let me guess—"

"Do you worship the Sun God? The God of Light? Or perhaps… God Himself?"

If you drink it.

Glug.

Even the Heavenly Dao of Fusheng Heaven has been ravaged by him.

Count Chimoke snapped his fingers; a semi-transparent crystal surfaced beside him, filled with crimson liquid.

At his command, the demon knights fighting on native soil began unleashing their own demonic laws.

For tens of thousands of years, day after day!

"What do we do, Master?" Meng Qi glanced at the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand and asked: "Should I go to Heaven to summon reinforcements?"

"Drink the divine blood I've granted you—it's my tribute to you," Count Chimoke tossed the goblet, sending it flying into Su Lin's hands.

"Guna Baron's blood?" Su Lin swirled the goblet and asked: "What happened to him?"

The stored terrifying demonic power surged, obeying the Baron's will, repeating the path of slaughter.

Arrogance? Yes and no.

Count Chimoke stared at the returned goblet; the blood inside had turned profoundly dark, as if capable of swallowing light, its unknown laws churning, tugging at the soul with irresistible allure.

The swaying crimson liquid emitted a rich aroma like fine wine, giving a sense of warmth and radiance.

"Can you imagine anything poisoning or corrupting him?" Meng Qi, having lived with Su Lin as a roommate for decades in Baiyu City, knew this man was immune to all poisons and accepted everything.

Shi Hao squinted at Count Chimoke's goat head and said: "Leave him to me."

Thinking of this, Count Chimoke put on a solemn expression: "You are worthy to fight my legion in a stronger form."

Remembering Guna Baron, Count Chimoke's smile grew even more pronounced; he stared at Su Lin, hoping to see some flicker of faith shaken or anger stirred by emotion.

"Enough—kill them!"

Count Chimoke's remaining words choked in his throat; his mind began wondering if those words just spoken might have another homophonic meaning.

Count Chimoke was both shocked and furious—he knew perfectly well what kind of creature this was, but he never expected someone who kept talking about the Holy Light would be this!

His mouth dry, he felt a sudden thought growing ominous; he forcibly suppressed its allure, overturned the cup, letting the liquid spill onto a rock.

Frankly, if this cup of blood could knock down Su Lin, the rest of us would likely be done for too—not due to cultivation level, but pure resistance.

Seeing Count Chimoke silent, Su Lin added a touch of Chaotic Law to the blood and returned the cup, politely saying: "Divine blood—yours."

For now, it's better not to unleash full power.

He was curious

Which was stronger: the attributes of Abyss demons or those of Chaotic Mythic beings.

Count Chimoke froze the slimy creature, rubbed his stinging eyes, and found his legion's main forces had nearly assembled.

During this exchange, powerful demons from the territory kept entering this world.

Once we capture the soul of that mad, bald human believer, we'll investigate how he learned of Guna Baron—damn it, this bald human's heretical deity is no low-level one.

Moreover, the Demon Gate has a maximum expansion limit in this world; fighting on one's own territory greatly boosts the power of oneself and one's legion.

Amid others' disgusted glances, Su Lin dipped his fingers into the goblet, smeared the blood twice, and separated Guna Baron's demonic blood from the Holy Light aura.

Brilliant light elements converged; the foul, dead blood boiled.

Lu Mingfei pointed at Su Lin and said: "Everyone else avoids mysterious demon gifts with caution—I feel he'd actually drink it."

Of course, if someone drinks it out of arrogance or greed, all the better.

The blood writhed and seeped into the rock; within seconds, a slimy creature covered in brass eyes burst forth and lunged at Count Chimoke, who had been watching it.

"So you're a fanatic who worships a heretical deity?!"

Indeed, these creatures' minds are even more incomprehensible than Abyss demons'.

Count Chimoke calculated the progress of the Demon Gate's opening; as lord, he could even summon the soul power of other demons at will.

Frankly, right now in this team, Zhu Bajie should be stronger than Monkey—but considering the last time in Chang'an, when those three Reincarnators vanished suddenly…

"No, deal with this guy first," Su Lin said, activating the Breakthrough Weapon effect on the Nine-Ringed Staff: "Don't clear them too fast—lure out that Reincarnator."

He tapped on it; liquid seeped through the cracks into a high-footed goblet.

Guna Baron required a coalition of over ten Barons to defeat—not only because of that troublesome light, but also because of this factor.

The army charged, thundering with echoes; wherever they stepped, calamity descended—each one alone could bring total ruin to civilization.

So as not to scare them off.

Looking at the sealed surroundings and the endless tide of demons pouring from the giant demon's back fortress, Su Lin couldn't help but smile.

A ten-meter-tall demon charged at the front, leaped high, and brought down a heavy spiked club forged from law with a thunderous crash.

Wailing souls clawed wildly; dozens of demon knights charged forward, instantly swallowing the group.

Then, more demons climbed onto the spiked club, rushing into the center of the battlefield stirred by ice mist.

A series of magical arrays ignited, overlapping and releasing negative states that corroded bodies and souls, weakening the minds of those living beings.

Count Chimoke's brow relaxed slightly; he sat back down on the red velvet high-backed chair, crossing his legs. He had said he wanted them alive—but as long as their souls lived, they were alive.

He extended his hand and took a fresh cup of blood wine from a nearby guard.

Swish—!

A cracking sound rang out, followed immediately by the whistle of tearing air.

Count Chimoke stared in disbelief at the nine-ringed tin staff suddenly embedded in the chairback beside him; his crystal cup shattered, and blood wine dripped down his hand.

When did this happen?!

He leapt to his feet and looked down at the battlefield, where the crowded sphere of demons frantically jostling to claim scraps of bloody trophies suddenly expanded outward.

Like the pop of a bursting balloon, it rang out abruptly.

A howling wind surged, dimming heaven and earth; as the Ruyi Jingu Bang spun back, hundreds of demons floated chaotically through the air as if weightless.

In that instant, through the gaps in the demon army, Count Chimoke saw the group portraying Tang Seng and his disciples.

They stared directly at him.

Like a hunter staring at prey.

The nine-ringed tin staff hummed as Su Lin retracted it with dimensional magic; he held a Buddhist gesture in his left hand and gripped the Buddhist staff in his right, smiling:

"Amitabha. Disciples—leave none alive."

The howling storm instantly contracted, then exploded into a furious gale, bringing a torrent of black rain—blood remnants from shattered demons mixed with boundless water of unknown origin.

"Attack!"

Five figures struck. Su Lin led the charge, swinging the nine-ringed tin staff wrapped in merit-light, splitting open one demon after another.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang, wreathed in flame, turned the demon wielding a spiked club into dust along with his weapon.

The nine-tined rake grew with the wind, rising with blazing fire and divine radiance, then descended like a storm of swirling snow, slamming onto the giant demon's massive body and pinning it fast to the fortress.

The demons' agonized screams and furious roars were drowned out by the roar of a dragon; a black dragon soared through the sky, summoning clouds and rain, riding the winds.

Purple thunder rained from the heavens like divine punishment; the earth cracked open, spewing crimson-gold magma; flames swirled in the dragon's claws, forming a blazing sun.

It hurled them down at intervals, releasing quintillions of joules of energy, engulfing all in wind and light.

Annihilation of heaven and earth!

Han Li and Miss Kelaien arrived at a distant edge of the battlefield and said: "Lu Mingfei seems to be taking this seriously."

Miss Kelaien quietly stole the soul-threads of several wounded demons; he nodded as he watched the mushroom cloud rise.

"Probably because this year is the Year of the Dragon," Su Lin cast the Buddha Palm he had learned from Meng Qi, a sense of supreme dominance shaking the demons' minds.

The nine-ringed tin staff had just flung aside several demons when he faintly smelled a lingering sulfuric odor in the air.

Aside from Lu Mingfei, who was still rampaging, treating high-risk word-spells like firecrackers for the New Year, everyone else halted their killing.

"Wait," Su Lin whispered to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei froze. Moments later, the surrounding hot winds dispersed, yet everyone still felt a stifling heat.

Was the temperature rising?

A glow appeared on the horizon, like twilight—but this twilight gradually sank, emerging from the earth, mountains, and sky; lava flowed down from erupting volcanoes, and the world fell silent.

In the heavens, a black ripple spread; stars appeared, but they were dim, as if about to be extinguished.

Unconsciously, they had arrived in another world!

Su Lin surveyed the surroundings; chaotic gray mist drifted everywhere, evoking a strange sense of déjà vu.

"Hell?"

"Who gave you permission to interfere?" Count Chimoke scowled at Li Hantian and the others who had appeared beside him.

"Our contract does not forbid us from acting," Li Hantian replied without fear.

Demons are not devils; under certain conditions, they still honor contracts.

He had just activated the Scroll of Hell's Descent gifted by Bai Mingsheng's squad, linking the depths of a certain world's hell with the Guanyin Zen Courtyard via spatial exchange.

Li Hantian glanced warily at the black dragon in the sky. He had no regrets using the Scroll of Hell's Descent—it didn't belong to them anyway. Better to use it now than leave it for the Crow.

Besides, the timing was too perfect; the anomalies from the Scroll of Hell's Descent were perfectly concealed by the black dragon's attack.

"Captain, isn't the white dragon supposed to be in Journey to the West?" said the Reincarnator with the Sharingan, covering his eyes.

"Did it go evil? At least three times stronger."

Who cares about this now?

Li Hantian ignored him and addressed Count Chimoke: "We leave the rest to you. Our team will no longer interfere."

"You're good," Count Chimoke swept his gaze over the Reincarnator, then said: "Go!"

Space twisted into a vortex; Li Hantian's group vanished. Only Count Chimoke kept his gaze fixed on Su Lin and the others below—and

on the hellish demons—hundreds, thousands more than his own abyssal army, still multiplying.

His goat-like face twitched twice, but he held back his rage; within a radius of several miles, the temperature plummeted, and lava hardened into black stone.

Don't these bastards know abyssal demons and hellish demons despise each other?!

He didn't care which world's hell this was—he refused to acknowledge these uncivilized primitives as demons.

Although he did not know which world's hell this was, Count Chimoke refused to acknowledge this group of uncivilized natives as demons.

Made him feel sick.

"#￥" (Abyssal Common Tongue)

"Isn't that thing the weird species I saw in my dream?" Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

Su Lin turned back and asked: "What did you say?"

Lu Mingfei pointed to a demon several miles away, with six horns and a face formed of two human faces, bat-like wings: "That thing emits an ultra-powerful petrification curse."

Lu Mingfei pointed to the demon with bat wings sprouting from its head, its face composed of two human faces, and said: "That thing can emit an extremely powerful petrification curse."

He had barely finished speaking when the bat demon's two grotesque human faces spat out beams of light, petrifying half of an Abyss Demon's body.

"That big dumb guy over there with the bump on his head—the lizardman inside that bump is his true form," Lu Mingfei said.

A demon knight clad in pure white holy armor used spatial teleportation to pierce straight into the hell demon's body, extracting a green-skinned lizardman curled up like a shrimp, writhing and screaming in agony.

"Those red-skinned ones aren't demons—they're devils," Lu Mingfei recited like a catalog, detailing their weaknesses and elemental counters.

Anyone unaware might think this was Lu Mingfei's hometown—maybe it should be renamed "Lu Mingfei Returns from Hell."

Lu Mingfei shifted into human form, stared blankly at his empty hands for a moment, then shouted to Su Lin: "Watch out—there's a hidden stage here; no area-of-effect attacks allowed."

"And what if we do?" Su Lin's lip twitched, but he still played along and asked.

Lu Mingfei said: "If we do, we might trigger the seal beneath the sea of blood and magma and release an ancient demon!"

After finishing his strategy, he felt a chill at his back—he turned and saw Count Chimoke holding a gem-encrusted staff, tracing a massive mysterious symbol beneath the starry sky.

Soon, the sound of wind and snow erupted from the void, turning this scorching hell into a frozen wasteland of ice and snow.

"You mean like this?"

Hearing Su Lin's words, Lu Mingfei nodded slowly, stunned.

"Exactly like that."

As his words faded, lightning crackled and exploded before Lu Mingfei's eyes; space split open, and two guns—one black, one white—fell to the ground.

Ebony and Ivory.

(End of Chapter)