The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1222

The two servants were busily working in the newly purchased shop, and Allen stood by and observed for a long time. After confirming that they were gradually figuring things out, he confidently pushed open the door and walked out of the shop.

I've wasted several months playing mind games in the abyss; it's time to do something for myself.

He navigated the alleyways with ease, and then used a Soul Stone to teleport to a higher level of Zerata, where a more bustling cityscape unfolded before Allen's eyes.

The abyssal natives living in the higher urban areas have a stronger aura, and the equipment and ornaments they wear are more gorgeous and colorful, clearly not ordinary items. Even the expressions on their faces have become lively and vivid, completely lacking the ugly and ferocious appearance of the abyssal creatures in the rumors.

Allen, in his Berserker form, walked among these abyssal natives. His aura and the quality of his equipment were so unremarkable that he inevitably attracted countless glares and disdain. Some even rudely chased him away.

It wasn't until Allen slightly revealed a hint of demigod aura that those blind fools became solemn and restrained their actions. Although they were curious why this Berserker Demon, possessing demigod strength, didn't evolve into a stronger demon form, they dared not ask due to Allen's remaining power.

It took quite some time to reach their destination. A massive, magnificent steel palace stood before Allen, with a large plaque hanging above the main entrance. To the left of the plaque was an emblem composed of two intertwined daggers, and behind it were five large golden characters written in Common Script: Assassins' Guild.

The Assassins Guild, which has always maintained a mysterious style in the real world, also exists in the Abyss. Moreover, in this chaotic and disorderly world of the Abyss, the Assassins Guild has replaced the Adventurers Guild and can openly operate, accepting and issuing missions from various forces and factions.

At the union's main gate, demons bustled in and out, some with joyful faces, others with sorrowful ones. Some demons were covered in wounds, their eyes filled with weariness and resentment, while others were well-dressed and full of fighting spirit. Although demons are mostly seen as ugly and evil by outsiders, how different are their daily lives as intelligent beings from those of the natives of other planes?
Allen slowly walked into the magnificent palace. The other demons sensed the faint aura of danger emanating from Allen and gave way. Only a few powerful individuals who believed they could contend with him were fearless, but they still restrained themselves and went about their business.

The hall was spacious and bright, with various radiant gems and fluorite inlaid on the magnificent golden ceiling, casting a warm light that illuminated the vast space. More than ten hexagonal crystal pillars, each over 10 meters in diameter, stood in two rows on either side of the hall. At the foot of each pillar, a number of abyssal demons gathered, holding up badges and pressing them against the gleaming surface of the pillars, their faces focused intently on something.

In the hall, there were also more than a dozen fully armed guards with a menacing aura patrolling various areas, demonstrating the strength of the union while maintaining order in the hall.

"I would like to meet with the person in charge of the union who is currently on duty."

Allen surveyed the scene in the hall, then locked onto his target and walked straight ahead until he came to a raised platform in an oval shape. He casually handed over a badge that resembled the double daggers pattern above the entrance, and spoke in a deep voice to the succubus female behind the platform who was wearing a pair of small, exquisite glasses.

The other person glanced up at Allen before returning their head to the table in front of them. Although they sensed Allen's demigod aura, they showed no intention of welcoming him.

Her gaze fell upon the Nami badge that Allen held out in his palm, and a slight smirk played on her lips as she prepared to sneer. While the badge resembled the Assassin's Guild emblem, significant differences existed in the details, clearly indicating it was a counterfeit. Just as the succubus was about to speak, she suddenly realized that the Assassin's Guild's entry requirements weren't high. Although the Berserker Demon before her was only a mid-level demon, his strength suggested he was a demigod. Joining the guild and obtaining an Assassin's badge wouldn't be difficult; there was absolutely no need to flaunt a counterfeit. Such behavior was an utterly heinous act of provocation.

Obviously, the other party wouldn't be that foolish, so the meaning behind them displaying this emblem is not so simple.

"Please wait a moment!!"

When the succubus looked up at Allen again, a warm smile was on her face. After taking the magic badge from Allen, she left through the hidden door behind the platform.

The moment the hidden door closed, Allen could no longer sense the succubus's presence. With nothing else to do, he turned around and observed his surroundings again.

Before arriving in the Abyss, Allen had already inquired about the Assassin Guild in the Abyss through Feynman and the Assassin Guild in the Underworld. He also paid a considerable price to have the guild leader in the real world specially create this emblem containing mysterious information for him, all in order to gain the Assassin Guild's help in the Abyss.

Powerful forces like the Assassin Guild, which spans countless planes, appear to develop independently due to the dimensional barriers. However, since the deities behind them are the same, they cannot truly be closed off. Instead, they have unique channels of communication and exchange. At the same time, they provide assistance to high-value members of guilds in other planes without harming the interests of their own guilds.

Clearly, Allen's status and position had met the requirements. As the succubus female who had disappeared for some time reappeared in front of Allen, the succubus, who had given up her job, now looked at Allen with a hint of flattery.

"Hello, distinguished guest. His Excellency Brent is waiting for you in his study on the fourth floor."

When the succubus saw herself handing the seemingly unremarkable magic badge to Brent, the vice president of the Saint-level Balrog, his unruly face immediately turned serious, and he then earnestly instructed her to invite him to the 4th floor for a personal audience.

Looking across the countless powerful figures in the entire city of Zerata, there are no more than 50 individuals who could receive a personal audience with a guild vice president or higher simply because of a badge. Even a demon sub-lord who commands an army in the city might not be qualified to receive such treatment, which demonstrates the mystery and prestige of the berserker demon who appears to possess only demigod-level strength.

Therefore, the succubus Staci naturally dared not be negligent, and at the same time, she couldn't help but feel glad that she hadn't said the words that she wanted to offend this berserker.

Many eyes in the hall noticed the strangeness at the front desk. As the succubus swayed her graceful body and led the berserker into the magic staircase leading to the higher floors, many demons couldn't help but wonder who this unfamiliar berserker was.

Some powerful demons have even begun to plot how to establish a relationship with Allen and scheme against him after he comes down.