Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

The Fourth City of Disaster, somewhere in the eastern suburbs, in the temporary lair of the Cult of Destruction.

A huge statue of the Lord of Destruction stood at the end of the hall, its eyes burning with the eternal fire of destruction.

At this moment, Charon was sitting on the huge throne under the statue, listening to a broken-armed cultist who had escaped from the Dream Nest and reported on the failure of the operation to wipe out the Nightmare Cult.

The emissary fell to his knees with a thump, his face pale and his voice distorted by fear.

"Great...great Lord of Destruction! The encirclement and suppression operation...has completely failed! Emissary Kuisang...and Emissary Sweet...they...they were all killed!"

"Oh?"

Charon raised his eyes, and in those deep eyes, there seemed to be a terrifying murderous intent brewing that was ready to erupt at any time.

"It's... it's that Chen Hu! He disguised himself as Patton, lurked in the Tomahawk Adventure Group and came back! Then, he suddenly attacked during our encirclement and suppression operation... He..."

The broken-armed envoy seemed to remember the terrifying murderous aura of Ling Feng, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

Charon's fingers, tapping on the armrest, suddenly stopped.

The next moment, he slowly raised his head, his cold eyes were like the abyss, and the destructive energy flowing in the hall instantly became sticky and oppressive, making the priest and the broken-armed ecclesiastic kneeling on the ground feel suffocated.

"Chen Hu! What a great Chen Hu!"

Charon's voice was as low as rolling thunder.

"After ten years, you finally showed up. As soon as you came back, you gave me such a big gift! Humph!"

The Broken-Arm Cultist hung his head, and all the followers of the Cult of Destruction were silent.

For a moment, the entire hall was almost swallowed by deathly silence.

Clap!

Finally, a crisp and sharp explosion sounded suddenly!

The dark red communication crystal that Charon was playing with in his hand suddenly shattered into pieces!

Powder mixed with violent destructive energy fragments fell from between his fingers.

The atmosphere in the entire Temple of Destruction froze to freezing point!

All the emissaries and priests standing on both sides were silent, even their breathing seemed to have stopped.

However, the expected rage did not erupt immediately.

"Heh...hehehe..."

A low, hoarse laugh began to echo in the hall, "Hahahahahaha!!!"

The next moment, Charon suddenly stood up from the throne. His tall figure exuded a destructive pressure as vast as the sea. Dark purple energy flames rolled and rose uncontrollably around him, illuminating the entire hall like purgatory!

The wild laughter was filled with extreme contempt: "In the final analysis, you are nothing more than a stray dog ​​hiding its head and showing its tail!"

His voice was like a storm, sweeping across the entire space. "This is indeed the style of the Nightmare Evil God! Well, I'll let you, a clown, live a few more days! Integrating the forces of the eight monarchs is the big deal."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

All the followers of the Cult of Destruction breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Charon did not lose his temper, otherwise, these envoys who fled back would probably not be able to escape.

Charon hooked his finger at a clergyman next to him who was responsible for contacting the other seven major sects.

The envoy immediately stepped forward and asked, "What do you want, Your Majesty?"

"Pass on my order! Envoys from the other seven major sects, come here for the meeting in two days. Those who are absent will be regarded as a challenge to my Destruction Sect! I, the Destruction Monarch Charon, will come to your door in person and kill them!"

……

Inside the Donghuang Bell.

Ling Feng opened up another space just for the Nightmare Sect, which served as the sect’s new dream nest.

After all, the Evil God's lineage and the Martial Alliance did not get along well with each other. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ling Feng separated the two forces.

Anyway, he can open up the space inside the Donghuang Bell at will.

When a thought arises, it becomes a new world, and they do not affect each other.

At this moment, the remaining believers of the Nightmare Cult are busy starting the reconstruction work here.

Ling Feng stood on a hill, overlooking the followers of the Nightmare Cult rebuilding their dream nest below.

He could feel a certain resonance between the dream-eroding power in his body and the dream nest.

This power comes from the "power of faith" of these believers.

The characteristics of the Donghuang Bell seem to be able to amplify the power of faith.

This also gave Ling Feng some unexpected surprises.

Setting up the dream nest inside the Donghuang Bell actually gave his nightmare priesthood a significant boost.

Although the Nightmare Oracle is slightly lacking in combat capability, its ability of life and death fantasy is enough to make a first-level priest fall into the gutter.

Now that the nightmare priesthood has been upgraded, the effects of the life and death fantasy have naturally been upgraded as well.

At this moment, Herkili, supported by Jiang Mengyue, walked behind Ling Feng.

"Your Majesty!"

Herkili broke away from Jiang Mengyue and was about to bow to Ling Feng, but Ling Feng turned around and supported him.

"Okay, no need to be so polite next time."

Ling Feng shook his head slightly at Herkiri. The old guy was seriously injured this time. After all, he was facing the leader of the Cult of Destruction.

The Lord of Destruction is stronger than the Lord of Nightmare. Naturally, under normal circumstances, the strength of the Lord of Destruction is also far beyond that of the Lord of Nightmare.

Ling Feng looked at the old man and saw that he seemed to be hesitant to speak. He secretly laughed in his heart, "Herkiri, if you have anything to say, just say it directly!"

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the Lord."

Hergili took a deep breath, his voice filled with worry: "I have received information that Charon, the Lord of Destruction, has secretly summoned the monarchs or envoys of the other seven major sects to promote the unification of the eight sects and make them all his subordinates. By then, Charon will be very powerful, and the situation of my Nightmare Sect will be even worse..."

"I already know this news."

Ling Feng just smiled faintly when he heard this, "I should thank him instead for helping me gather people from other major sects and saving me a lot of trouble."

"My Lord, although not all the lineages have taken back the crown of inheritance from the Nine Temples, among the nine monarchs in the past, in addition to you and Charon, four other lineages have also obtained the crown of inheritance. If these forces merge together, I am afraid that my Nightmare Sect will not be able to support it alone..."

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, "Since I dare to come back, I won't be afraid of him. What's more..."

Ling Feng thought about it and directly summoned Zi Ling.

Zi Ling immediately understood and released the aura of the Shadow Lord.

"This……"

Helgi's expression suddenly changed. "The Zerg Queen actually merged with the power of shadow? This... How is this possible?"

"The facts are before us."

Ling Feng gently patted Herkiri's shoulder, "Don't worry, when I come back this time, I will let Charon know who is the real master among the nine monarchs!" He paused, and then said, "You will rest here for a few days. As for Charon's gathering of the nine monarchs, how can I, the Nightmare Monarch, be absent?"

……

Time flies, and it’s two days later.

Destroy the cult's lair, inside the temple.

The purple flames in the pupils of the gigantic statue of destruction seemed to burn even more fiercely than usual, casting a terrifying light and shadow.

Charon sat high on the ferocious throne, wearing a set of heavy black armor inlaid with crystals of destruction. The huge purple cloak behind him moved without wind, flowing with a luster like liquid flame.

Inside the hall, the elite believers of the Cult of Destruction were arranged like a formidable fortress, all wrapped in black armor, holding giant axes or chain blades engraved with complex fel runes, and standing on both sides like sculptures, the murderous aura almost condensed into substance.

The high-ranking priests were dressed in intricate dark purple robes, standing on a lower platform behind the throne, chanting ancient and evil prayers in a low voice. The destructive power in the air continued to rise.

The dull and grand sound of the horn penetrated the heavy temple door and came from afar.

This symbolizes the arrival of the most distinguished guests.

Rumbling--

Then, the heavy palace door was slowly pushed open to both sides by a silent force.

I saw a burly figure, accompanied by more than a dozen believers, striding towards me.

The first one to arrive was the Monarch of All Beasts from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect had good luck, as it had regained the crown of inheritance from the Nine Temples ten years ago.

However, unlike Charon of the Cult of Destruction, Charon himself is the leader of the Battle Axe Adventure Group. He merged the Crown of Inheritance on his own and became the new Lord of Destruction.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, in accordance with the sect's internal regulations, presented the Crown of Inheritance to the original First Emissary.

In fact, within most sects, the person most qualified to inherit the crown of inheritance is the first envoy.

After all, the First Envoy himself possesses the purest original power of the Evil God, and the probability of integrating the Crown of Inheritance is also the greatest.

If the first patriarch cannot bear the power of the inheritance crown and dies suddenly, then it will be the second patriarch, the third patriarch...

The new Lord of All Beasts is a burly man with a crocodile head.

This lineage is composed of sub-humans, and possesses extremely strong bodies.

In contrast, their brains may not be as good as those of other major religions.

There is only one truth they believe in, and that is: the strong are respected.

Charon's fist is bigger than theirs, so here they come.

The former Lord of Beasts was also one of the most loyal supporters of the Lord of Destruction.

When Charon saw that the Lord of All Beasts came to the meeting in person with a group of believers, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Your Excellency the Lord of Destruction, I, Old Crocodile, am here to show my support!"

The Lord of All Beasts opened his mouth wide and laughed heartily.

"Lord of the Beasts, please take a seat."

Charon nodded slightly, and while he was speaking, the messenger from the second largest sect also arrived.

Arriving right after the Lord of All Beasts was the First Emissary of the Purgatory Sect.

The Purgatory Cult returned empty-handed in the Fallen Hell, and therefore no new monarch was born.

Compared with other sects, it is already weak and isolated.

Therefore, you can only surrender obediently.

Similarly, the Sect of Decay and the Sect of Illusion have failed to obtain the Crown of Heritage. Their situation is similar to that of the Sect of Purgatory and they cannot afford to offend Charon.

Therefore, I had no choice but to come to the appointment obediently.

At this point, there are only three major forces left, the Shadow Sect, the Fear Sect, and the Shura Sect, that have not yet arrived.

Charon waited patiently for a moment, and then the new Lord of Terror and the new Lord of Shura also arrived.

As for the Shadow Sect, they showed up in the Temple of Destruction reluctantly only after all other sects had arrived.

After all, the Shadow Monarch of the past was one of the three great monarchs of the past.

Now, both of these great monarchs of Destruction and Fear have new successors.

Only their Shadow lineage...

With the collapse of the Nine Temples, I am afraid that from now on, it will be impossible to inherit the shadow priesthood.

"Griffin, you Shadow Cult members are too arrogant!"

Charon stared at Griffin, the first emissary of the Shadow Sect. The Shadow Sect seemed to be without a monarch, yet it still dared to act like the three great monarchs of the past.

This really made Charon unhappy.

Of course, this is also an opportunity to warn the new monarchs of these major sects and let them know who has the final say now.

But the Griffin raised his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, Lord of Destruction, let's get straight to the point!"

He took a deep breath and said with a brave face: "It is not difficult for us, the Shadow Sect, to submit to you! As long as you can get rid of the North Sea Military God, our Shadow Sect will follow your lead from now on!"

Griffin said, his eyes filled with great resentment.

Mo Sang, the leader of the Ash Adventure Group who represented the Shadow Cult, had already taken out the crown of inheritance of the Shadow Priesthood from the Nine Temples.

The result was that because of the interference of the God of the Northern Ocean Army, their Shadow Temple’s inheritance was cut off.

"If the Lord can agree to kill the Northern Dark Army God for my Shadow Clan, I, Griffin, will swear to the God of Shadow that I will be loyal to the Lord of Destruction from now on, and I will never have second thoughts."

"Oh?"

Charon narrowed his eyes and said, "Griffin, don't worry. Even if I'm not seeking revenge for your Shadow Cult, I will kill those self-important clergymen of the Judgment Council in the future. They will soon know that the so-called Twelve Thrones are nothing but rubbish that can withstand no attack from me!"

"Sooner or later, even if it is that cunning Taiyi who hides his head but shows his tail, I will kill him with my sword!"

Charon leaned on the throne, exuding a chilling aura of destruction.

No one present dared to refute.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, a burst of wild laughter resounded throughout the hall.

"I never thought that the nine so-called monarchs of the Scarlet Age would become such a mob!"

A disdainful laugh swept in from outside the hall, coming from far away and getting closer, like a devil's sound piercing the ears.

The monarchs of all the sects in the hall frowned.

Only Charon, with a hint of disdain still hanging on the corner of his mouth, stared into the void and said coldly: "Since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail! Chen Hu, I have been waiting for you for a long time!" (End of this chapter)