Wizard Basham began to chant a strange spell. His voice went from low to high, like a low moan to a loud bell. The whole of Molu City was awakened by his spell.
Usually, at this time, other than a few nobles who were bored, everyone else would be asleep. The sudden chanting broke the silence of Molu City.
The altar in front of Wizard Basham began to emit a strange red light after Archangel Tyrael's power of the will opened it up.
The viscount's family, the servants, the guards, and the three low ranking wizards all had their souls pulled out of their bodies and flew towards the altar.
As more than 10 souls entered the altar, the red light became brighter and brighter. Wizard Basham's spell continued to expand the area of the red light.
The darkness of the night covered the expansion of the red light. The people who were awakened didn't even have time to scream before they fell to the ground.
Everyone who fell to the ground looked like they had fallen asleep, but their breathing had stopped. Their souls had left their bodies and flew into the altar with the red light.
100 souls, 1000 souls, 10,000 souls. There were no cries, no screams. Everything was done in the darkness of the night.
How could the one million ordinary people react when two supreme masters were scheming against them?
The red light was still spreading. Wherever it went, the young, old, children, men, women, nobles, and civilians were all no different. They were just the energy the altar needed.
Wizard Basham saw many faces on the blood-red altar. They were screaming and struggling in silence. They looked at him, wanting to know who killed them.
Not everyone in Molu City didn't react to the changes. A small team of adventurers was resting in the city. The spell just now had woken them up, and they reacted in the best way possible.
The team of ten got on their horses and galloped out of the city. They wanted to get out of this strange city.
But before they could run a hundred meters, the horse let out a whine and fell to the ground. The team members didn't even have time to react. They just fell to the ground in the middle of the street.
Like the horses, they felt the pressure of a mountain. It was just enough for them to endure without hurting their lives. At the same time, they couldn't move at all.
The ten of them could only watch in horror as the red light approached and swallowed them up.
Wizard Basham hadn't been rank 45 for long, so he didn't have a special sense for life force like Archangel Tyrael.
If the Archangel Tyrael was the one to activate the altar, then a million souls would enter the altar. There wouldn't be an extra soul.
However, he thought Wizard Basham should have the same ability as him, and he didn't tell Wizard Basham to pay attention to the number of souls he had.
As far as he was concerned, Wizard Basham should know that he had to be precise when dealing with an altar of this level.
Wizard Basham looked calm on the surface, but his heart wasn't. He could kill gods and start wars to wipe out dwarves, orcs, and other races, but he had never done anything to the humans.
Maybe he didn't care about good or evil, but as a member of the human race, his bottom line had always been to protect them.
Today, he ended that belief with his own hands. He sacrificed a million souls to hell.
Therefore, when he chanted the spell, he didn't pay attention to the number of souls he sacrificed. He just chanted the spell instinctively and covered the entire city of Molu.
Although it was said that Molu City had a population of one million, when the two supreme powerhouses had arrived, the population had already reached 1.1 million. In just one day, because of a grand event in Molu City, people from the nearby villages and towns had all gathered in Molu City, causing the population to reach 1.3 million.
Archangel Tyrael looked at the altar getting more and more intense. He could almost see the lava of hell and the undying flames of hell.
Suddenly, his face changed as he yelled, "Basham, stop! How many souls did you sacrifice?"
Wizard Basham was in a daze, but he quickly regained his senses and turned to look at Abel.
"Damn it, how many souls did you sacrifice?" Archangel Tyrael couldn't help but yell again when he saw Wizard Basham in this state.
Wizard Basham shook his head, "I don't know, I didn't count!"
Archangel Tyrael looked at the altar in horror. He had already lost the mood to talk to Wizard Basham. He just hoped that nothing would happen to him because of the sacrifice.
The sacrifice on the altar couldn't be changed so easily. Hell would always respond with an equivalent amount. A million souls was a channel for communication, but if there were too many souls, no one could say for sure what would happen.
Not everyone would dare to experiment with an altar of this level. After all, hell was on the other side of the altar.
He was starting to regret cooperating with Wizard Basham. Maybe he should've made things clear earlier.
As a matter of fact, at their level, they couldn't teach each other everything like how they taught their juniors. They needed to maintain enough respect between each other.
He thought it was common knowledge, but Wizard Basham didn't. This was the difference in knowledge between them. Of course, they were the most powerful beings in two different worlds, so it was normal for them to have different knowledge.
It was too late to say anything now. The entire Molu City was already covered in a strange red light. Even if Wizard Basham stopped chanting, he still couldn't stop the souls from pouring into the altar.
"Sacrificer, what is your request?" A dignified voice rang out, echoing through the deathly stillness of Molu City.
Archangel Tyrael immediately shut his mouth and tried his best to retract his energy.
"I want to tell you something. The Dark World has been taken over by a wizard!" Wizard Basham gazed at Archangel Tyrael and said what they agreed on.
That voice said casually, "The Dark World is just an abandoned world. If it's taken over, then so be it!"
Wizard Basham's eyes were filled with shock. This response was completely different from what they had discussed.
Archangel Tyrael began to panic. If hell wasn't interested in the Dark World, then there must be something bigger.
That voice continued, "Sacrificer, you must be very curious!"
Wizard Basham asked, "Isn't the Dark World taken over by hell? Why don't you care? "Wizard Basham asked.
"It's simple. I'm more interested in this world. I don't know where you found out about the Dark World, but I'm thankful that you opened up the coordinates of this world. Otherwise, I would've had to spend another ten thousand years looking for it.
Last time, I found a dimension crack, but it was destroyed by someone. My plan to enter your world was delayed, but today, I have hope again. "The voice was filled with pride.
Archangel Tyrael couldn't help but yell, "Quick, destroy the altar!"
He was about a hundred meters away from the altar. As he yelled, he accelerated towards the altar.
Wizard Basham heard Tyrael's voice, and a bolt of lightning struck towards the altar without hesitation. He trusted Tyrael's judgment.
However, when the lightning struck the altar, a soul roar was heard. Afterward, a dark red shield appeared on top of the altar and blocked the lightning.
1.3 million souls on top of the altar rushed upwards and broke a hole in the dimension.
Almost immediately, Wizard Basham sensed an evil presence. Instinctively, he put on an "ice armor" and an "energy shield."
Archangel Tyrael rushed to the front of the altar. A long sword formed from the power of light appeared in his hand. He held it with both hands and heavily struck towards the altar.
He was confident that even if the altar was protected by this barrier, he would still be able to break it open in an instant.
When the light power sword came into contact with the barrier, the barrier dissipated into specks of light, and the light power sword continued towards the altar. However, from the gap in space, an arm stretched out and blocked the light power sword.
When the long sword of light made contact with the red arm, a tearing sound was heard.
"What a familiar power, Archangel Tyrael. Is that you? I've been looking for you for a long time. I didn't expect you to hide in this world. You're so lucky! "The voice laughed loudly.
"You're the King of Fear!" Archangel Tyrael saw the arm and heard what the voice said. He recognized who it was.
"Haha, Archangel Tyrael, you still remember me. But this time, you won't be able to escape. You and this world will kneel at my feet!" The King of Fear laughed.
Archangel Tyrael calmed down and lowered his voice, "You've become stronger, but you can't use your full power in this world. We can still fight you!"
"It's okay. I can feel that the number of creatures in this world is huge. After I enter this world, I'll continue to become stronger!" The King of Fear said. His arm blocked another attack from Archangel Tyrael and continued, "Thank you. This world has the tree of life. It's too difficult for me to break the world barrier from the outside!"
As a matter of fact, hell had sent out many powerful figures to find Archangel Tyrael when he escaped from the Dark World.
The King of Fear was one of them. He found a dimension crack, but it was too small. It was so small that he couldn't even send his energy in. At the same time, since the tree of life was there, he couldn't force his way in.
Last time, when the dimension crack exploded, it gave him a chance. But before he could expand the dimension crack enough to invade, the dimension crack was destroyed.
This time, he found a great opportunity. Someone was using an altar from the inside of the world to perform a sacrifice. It was a sacrifice that had no common sense, so he directly opened up a hole.
It was here that he met Archangel Tyrael, his long-time rival.
His biggest confidence came from his power. After he got the soul of the Dark World, his power had increased by a lot. He was now more powerful than Archangel Tyrael when he was at his peak. Therefore, he was no longer as cautious as before.
Wizard Basham also reacted. Although his real world was severely damaged, he could still summon 100 lightning bolts at the same time and strike towards the King of Fear's arm.
Since the King of Fear could only enter one arm, it was the best time for him to attack.
"Huh, this world is really strange. There's such a strange way of training!" The King of Trepidation's arm transformed into an afterimage and blocked the 100 bolts of 'lightning' before he said aloud.
Wizard Basham did not respond. Instead, he changed his lightning spells to ice spells and continued to attack.
Archangel Tyrael also strengthened his attack and kept cutting the King of Fear's arm.
Soon, the King of Fear could no longer hold on. Although he was much more powerful than Archangel Tyrael and Wizard Basham, he could not suppress his energy due to the different laws of the world, especially since he was an outsider.
The constant attacks also made it impossible for him to increase the size of the dimension crack. The dimension crack was constantly healing, so he could only make sure that the dimension crack he made with his arm would not disappear. There was nothing he could do to increase the size of the dimension crack.
Wizard Basham's ice spells were more effective against the King of Fear than the lightning spells. Perhaps it was because of the laws of the world, but the King of Fear's arm was affected by the ice, so it slowed down a little.
This gave Archangel Tyrael the chance to strike the King of Fear's arm with all his attacks, and a few wounds appeared.
"You have angered me!" The King of Fear roared.
He no longer defended. Instead, he quickly drew a pattern in the air with his arm. Afterward, a large amount of blood poured out from the pattern and flowed towards the ground.
The amount of blood was shocking. It was like a broken river. Soon, it filled the entire Molu City.
1.3 million corpses were soaked in blood. The battle here was still in a stalemate. Not far from the battlefield, a guard's corpse was floating in the blood.
Suddenly, the corpse's finger moved. Afterward, the corpse let out a strange cry and stood up shakily.
A red light flashed in the corpse's eyes.
It was a soul from hell that took over the corpse and turned it into a zombie.
Due to the fact that the King of Trepidation had personally transformed the zombie, its strength had reached an astonishing level of 45. This was also due to the rules of this world, which limited the zombie to level 45.
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