Volume 2, Chapter 58 – News of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons

Within the borders of the Woodland Duchy in the western part of the Ancheka Continent, a giant, hideous statue shaped like a demon stood inside a hidden underground base. Within the demon statue’s sharp claws, a man with dark green long hair lay quietly. He possessed a handsome and delicate face with sword-like eyebrows slanting toward his temples and a pair of phoenix eyes that commanded authority. With a high bridge on his nose, thin lips tightly shut, and a height of 1.85 meters, he could be considered quite a handsome man.

Seeing the man emerge from his dream, a woman clad in a black robe standing beneath the stone statue hurriedly knelt respectfully on one knee. “Lord Leader, your subordinate has something to report.”

“Hmm? What is it? Why such a hurry?” Glancing from the corner of his eye at the loyal and powerful Archbishop standing below the statue, Wilt, the leader of the Divine Punishment Holy Church, slowly revealed a kind smile. “There is no need for such formalities between us, Zyra.”

As he spoke, Wilt slowly raised his hand. A dense, dark green battle aura gradually emerged beside Zyra and lifted the kneeling woman to her feet. “Tell me, why have you come to see me so suddenly?”

At those words, the woman named Zyra slowly removed her hood, revealing a fairly refined and exquisite face. “Benjamin from Windward City has sent word. He hopes we can help him eliminate the granddaughter that Marquis Xiumu recently recovered to help him secure the right of inheritance. If we do, he will completely overlook our church’s activities in the Northern Frontier of the Snownight Empire in the future.”

“Oh?” Hearing this, Wilt could not help but raise an eyebrow before letting out a cold, disdainful laugh. “That fellow, we have helped him so many times and yet he still hasn’t managed to take control of the Duke Family. He is truly a useless waste.”

Wilt felt slightly displeased. The doctrine of their Divine Punishment Holy Church was to assist the Abyssal Demons and purify the entire world. Strictly speaking, every faction on the Ancheka Continent that intended to resist the Abyssal Demons was an enemy of the Divine Punishment Holy Church. Compared to the resistance forces across the entire continent, their Divine Punishment Holy Church was undoubtedly lacking in strength.

However, they also possessed a massive advantage. The Divine Punishment Holy Church operated in the shadows, allowing them to carry out covert operations without being detected. Over the years, they had been following the orders of the Child of God, constantly creating conflicts between the major powers of the continent, causing destruction, or assassinating heirs. In short, the Divine Punishment Holy Church had done plenty to weaken these resistance forces.

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Among them, they naturally would not overlook the Duke Family of the Snownight Empire’s Northern Frontier. They had originally planned to support the foolish Benjamin, making him the heir to manage the Duke Family. This would allow the Divine Punishment Holy Church to operate recklessly in the Northern Frontier. With a lord who lacked management skills paired with the church’s sacrificial activities, the decline of the Duke Family would only be a matter of time.

Wilt had originally planned it this way, however, Benjamin’s subsequent performance truly disappointed him. With Benjamin being so incompetent, even with their assistance, he likely wouldn’t be able to stabilize the Duke Family. Furthermore, because that fellow lacked any sense of patience, he would eventually expose his relationship with them.

‘I might as well just support someone else instead.’ Perhaps he should choose Carlotro of the Duke Family? That fellow seemed to have decent ability and was relatively greedy for money, making him easy to control.

Wilt rested his hand against his chin and began to think about how to weaken the Duke Family so that the defensive capabilities of the Northern Frontier would be further hollowed out. When the time came for the Abyssal Demon hordes to head south, they would be unstoppable!

However, “Zyra.” As if thinking of something, Wilt looked at the brown-haired woman named Zyra with some confusion. “Didn’t I say before that we shouldn’t bother with Benjamin’s affairs? Why did you come to see me specifically for him?”

Hearing this, Zyra respectfully bowed her head again. “Lord Leader, Benjamin also provided several other pieces of important intelligence.”

“What is it?”

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“Currently, the Chosen Maiden of the Ashurmos Church is also within the Duke Marquis Mansion. Furthermore, a large number of the Duke Family’s troops are at the front-line fortresses to guard against a possible Abyssal Demon attack. Additionally, according to information provided by the Nightingale Organization, there are only two Earth Apostles currently protecting the Saintess.”

“Oh? Now that truly is good news!”

“Yes. Benjamin said that if we are willing to act, he will cooperate with all his might.”

The moment he heard those words, a hideous and terrifying smile surfaced on Wilt’s face. A bone-chilling coldness that made one’s skin crawl instantly flooded his handsome features. “This truly is a wonderful opportunity.”

After letting out a burst of eerie laughter, Wilt slowly stood up and clasped his hands together, looking up at the demon statue with devout eyes. “Elbino’s previous failure made the Lord Child of God quite disappointed. Now, we finally have an opportunity to atone for our sins.”

As he spoke, Wilt’s expression became increasingly excited. His dark green eyes were already filled with fanatical passion, and the surging magic power within his body even began to gradually run wild. ‘Great Demon God, Lord Child of God, I will not disappoint you this time.’

However, if they were going to act, they had to make proper preparations. Thinking of this, Wilt suppressed his somewhat frenzied heart and regained his usual kind and elegant image as the Leader. He slowly turned back to look at Zyra beneath the statue and spoke in an unquestionable tone. “Pass down my orders. Summon all Archbishops who do not have an active mission.”

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“As you command, Lord Leader.”

At the same time, inside a restaurant near the Guest Reception Hall within Windward City, several members of the Ashurmos Church were dining. From the distinctive red, saiyan-like ¹ think of Goku or Vegeta I guess… hair of the man in the main seat, it was not difficult to judge that he was the Seventh Hero of the Ashurmos Church, Kabane Vitora. Normally, according to the Archbishop’s orders, he was supposed to be guarding the Chosen Maiden.

Consequently, when Mengxi headed to the Marquis Mansion, he intended to go with her. Unexpectedly, the Chosen Maiden actually rejected his proposal and told him to just stay and watch over the Guest Reception Hall. A grand Hero, acting as a house-sitter?

Kabane was naturally indignant! However, after being glared at by Mengxi’s sharp eyes, Kabane had no choice but to obey the order. Nevertheless, despite his obedience, after feeling the disdain in Mengxi’s gaze, Kabane felt his self-esteem had been heavily wounded. An anonymous fire of rage gradually surged frantically within his heart.

‘Dammit. I’m a Hero! How dare you look down on me like that? If it weren’t for the fact that you’re the Chosen Maiden, I would have taught you a harsh lesson long ago!’

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The more Kabane thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slammed a bowl of wine down his throat. Although he was unwilling, Kabane knew very well that he was a crude man. Leave aside the Chosen Maiden, even among the other Heroes and ordinary church members, many looked down on him. If he truly wanted to escape such an embarrassing situation and become a respected Hero, he would likely have to perform some feat that would make everyone admire him.

Thinking of this, Kabane felt even more depressed. After all, nowadays, tasks that could earn everyone’s admiration mostly fell into the hands of the high-ranking Heroes and the Heavenly Apostles. It was impossible for them to be given to him. His missions would likely only consist of protection, investigations, or simple Abyssal Demon subjugation tasks. He was also a Hero, so why was he always treated so poorly?

‘Oh Goddess, can’t you give me a chance?’ Drinking his sorrows away, Kabane continuously prayed in his heart.

However, at that very moment, the Goddess seemed to have heard Kabane’s prayer. Just as Kabane opened another bottle of wine, he suddenly captured the content of a conversation between some diners relying on his powerful hearing as a saint tier. The instant he heard the content, Kabane froze in place.

-“Really, I’m not lying to you! I actually reached the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons before!”-

‘What?! He… he said the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons?!’

Kabane, who was about to be overcome by alcohol, regained his sobriety in an instant, and the wine in his mouth was sprayed out directly.