There was a salty smell in the wind, like the sea breeze. Then she heard the sound of mountains and tsunamis. The sound was so familiar; it was the echo of the battlefield.
She opened her eyes and saw herself standing on the hill. Looking around, there were flags, spears, and Knight in shining armor all over the mountain.
"Leader," Metisha saw the swordsman with a silver mask bowing to her in front of her and said to her in a mechanical tone, "Everything is ready. Let's attack the enemies of the Holy City —"
The Knight's eyes all looked in this direction.
… …
"This group of damn human bugs!" The rumbling roar echoed repeatedly in the void. The image of the King of Purgatory, Aken, woke up from a nightmare. It suddenly opened its eyes, and its scarlet forehead was covered with fine and dense blood-red sweat beads. "Ah —!" Its entire body suddenly curled into a ball, and it let out a mournful scream.
"I'm going to kill you all!"
After another angry roar, the void was shrouded in blood-red lightning, as if the whole world was trembling under the anger. After about five or six minutes, everything returned to calm.
After the lightning dissipated, the Demon Lord's sturdy body was revealed once again. This monster was gasping for air, and when it raised its head again, the blood-red eyeballs in its pupils had disappeared, leaving behind only a pitch-black void.
Although Tao Qike's projection had only inherited a portion of its power, it had spent a lot of time creating these clones under the seal. Furthermore, it had felt the fear and pain of the projection's death, and the backlash from the power had almost cost it its life.
Aken gritted its teeth, but soon calmed down. The human young man was amazingly strong. Although it was not sure whether he was a young man or not, because after entering the realm of the Sage, appearance was no longer the standard to judge a person's age. As for its projections, although there were still two hiding in the Green Sea, they did not pose any threat to the 'young man' — except for courting death.
Of course, it still had many believers, and those Sheepshead believers were just some cannon fodder ants.
"I want to imprison that damned human's soul forever and let him suffer under the Scorching River." Akentu glanced coldly at the cage that had imprisoned him for thousands of years. "I will have the opportunity to listen to his pleas."
The scene in the void changed in its vision, and then it saw a boundless sea. In the deep sea, there was a string of pearl-like island chains.
On Denona Island, the priests of the Sheepshead believers were praying. Demons were everywhere on the island. As early as the Year of Lin Ying, a group of Sheepshead believers came here to build a temple to worship Aken. The cultists abducted people from the mainland and built villages, ports, and other settlements here. They needed people to serve themselves, and on the other hand, live sacrifices and the need to develop their believers..
That was half a century ago, and now these islands were completely under the control of the Sheepshead Cult. The undead in Madara's hinterland did not have any fishing industry, so other than the fixed trade routes, there were not many ships in the Green Sea all year round, and very few people knew what happened on these islands.
As for the passengers on the ships who strayed into this place because of storms or other reasons, they were either forced to become cultists, or most of them became sacrifices in a live sacrifice ceremony.
On the main island of this archipelago, there was the most magnificent temple, and in the center of the temple stood the holy statue of Aken. But although the demon statue was tall and magnificent, it did not have much of a sense of holiness. The twisted and knotted muscles, long horns, gloomy and terrifying face, and the burrs on the hooves of the lower body gave people a gloomy and depressing feeling.
A few tallow candles were burning in the hall, and the dim light intensified this feeling. The priests in black robes were all bowing their heads and praying to their master. A moment later, a huge pressure descended on the hall.
"Lando, my servant, are you calling for me?"
A dignified and sharp voice rang out in the hall, causing everyone's ears to buzz. Hearing this voice, all the believers in the hall prostrated themselves on the ground, and the priest in the lead quickly replied.
"Yes, my respected master."
"You better have a reason," Aken said in an unfriendly tone.
"Master, I'll report the progress of the ceremony to you. We've found the third sealing circle, but we'll need more sacrifices to destroy it. Almost all the people on the island have been gathered together, but there's still a big gap. However, I estimate that it'll take about two months, at most three months, before we can transport enough replacements from Tao Qike."
Aken snorted coldly, obviously very dissatisfied with the efficiency of his servants.
Lando's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. He could tell that his demon master wasn't in a good mood. If he couldn't satisfy him with what he was about to say, even if he didn't lose his life, he was going to have a hard time in the days to come.
He hurriedly stuttered, "Honorable Master, there's another matter."
"Speak."
"A ship has intruded into our waters. Yesterday, our patrol ships spotted this ship at the edge of the Green Sea. It seems to be coming for us."
"Isn't that perfect? The crew on the ship can be used as living sacrifices. Are you going to waste my time on such a small matter?" Aken said with disdain.
"No, no, I wouldn't dare do that, my respected master. It's just …"
"Cut the crap. Don't stutter."
Lando was shocked, and he quickly answered, "That ship seems to belong to one of our own. The sails have the emblem of the church, but there is no flag. The ship seems to have come from the Tauqik Route."
"Taqike?" Aken's eyes flashed. "You didn't make contact with them?"
"Well …" Lando was sweating profusely. "My dear master, it's like this. I've already ordered the patrol fleet to stop them, but those idiots are useless fools. Hundreds of them were defeated by just a few people."
"What, is there someone powerful on that ship?"
"It's like this, my respected master. There are a few young people on that ship, and they are very troublesome …"
Aken pondered for a moment, then asked, "Are they humans? People of Nine Phoenix, Cruz, or Madara's dark nobles? "
"Not Madara's dark nobles, my respected master. There are a few people of Nine Phoenix … and there seems to be someone from Erouine."
Aken closed his dark, empty eyes, then opened them again. He had already guessed who these uninvited guests were.
Could it be that these people were here for it? He first felt a trace of panic. Of course, if he was in his original form, he wouldn't be afraid of Brando, but he obviously wouldn't be in such a half-dead state. His projection wouldn't be of any use in a battle of this level. If the enemy's target was him, then they had chosen to attack him at his weakest moment. It was hard for him not to panic.
However, he quickly calmed down. He realized that the possibility of this was very small. His seal hadn't been fully opened, and the enemy couldn't possibly harm him through the seal. Even the Bugas and the divine people who sealed him back then didn't have this ability, let alone the weak mortals of this era.
But could the enemy be here to strengthen the seal? It didn't look like it, Aken thought to himself. He didn't see any wizards or similar characters in that group of people, and they were accompanied by a dragon.
A dragon. This thought made Aken realize that he might have found the truth of the matter. The enemy was here for the Stagnation Realm.
"I see," he thought to himself. At the same time, a dark thought appeared in his mind. A moment ago, he was still panicking over whether or not the enemy was here for him. But now, he began to realize the hidden opportunity.
"Very well," Aken muttered to himself in the void. "Perhaps I can use this opportunity to achieve my goal. Damn human bugs, you will regret your actions. If I succeed, I will reward you well."
He especially emphasized the last few words.
In the hall, Lando strangely found that the pressure that descended on the 'holy statue' had disappeared. Clearly, their demon master had left. But this made the Priest DRen feel a little confused. What should he do? The respected master did not give any orders and left without saying a word. Could it be that he was extremely dissatisfied with what he had done? But it didn't seem like it. As far as he knew, the Purgatory Lord was not a patient master. If he said something wrong, he would probably be punished on the spot.
But what was the situation now? Not only Lando, but all the Sheepshead believers in the hall were confused. Someone asked in a low voice, "What do we do next, priest?"
"Well …" Lando wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hesitated. "It seems that our esteemed master isn't happy with us. We can't let that ship venture any deeper into the Green Sea. We have to stop them immediately."
"No!" The sharp voice in the void rang again, interrupting Lando. "You idiot, let them in."
"Revered master, I don't quite understand …"
"You don't need to understand," Aken replied coldly. "Go complete your ritual of living sacrifice."
"But …"
"No buts. Do as I say."
The sharp voice once again disappeared in the hall, leaving the Sheepshead believers looking at each other.
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