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Xiu En stepped into the factory gate.

Inside the assembly hall.

High Priest Malik stood before the altar, the bone staff in his hand emitting a faint red glow.

As Shuen walked in, Malik's eyes narrowed slightly, a scrutinizing glint in them.

"You're back so quickly? Outsider."

Malik's voice echoed in the hall.

"The mud of the Eastern Swamp did not stop you from pursuing the truth. Did you get what I asked for?"

Shuen took out his water bottle and threw it at Malik.

"Here you go, charlatan."

Xiu En's tone was rude and arrogant, and the black magic markings on his neck twitched a few times, revealing the restless dark magic power within him.

"This thing is burning hot; the resentment inside is enough to give your bunch of useless subordinates nightmares for three days and three nights."

Malik caught the kettle steadily.

The moment his fingers touched the body of the teapot, his refined and calm face instantly changed color.

He could clearly feel a strong negative energy surging wildly inside the kettle.

This wasn't swamp water scooped up using ordinary methods; it was as if the resentment accumulated over millions of years by the entire swamp had been purified and compressed into this tiny container.

Malik pulled the stopper out of the kettle, and a plume of black mist, accompanied by a piercing shriek, shot into the sky.

Several lower-ranking believers at the edge of the hall didn't even have time to scream before the fog hit them so hard their eyes rolled back and they fainted.

"This! What pure resentment this is!"

Malik quickly plugged the water bottle, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

"How did you manage to do that? Even if I went myself, it would take me several days to refine holy water of this quality!"

"Don't pry into my private affairs."

Xiu En waved his hand impatiently, deliberately feigning an anxious look as if he desperately craved power.

"I've brought back the water, and I've given you your pledge of loyalty. Now, take me to see the Crimson Lord you speak of who can grant me boundless power."

Ivy's voice echoed in Xiu En's mind.

"Look at that old charlatan, he's practically drooling."

"Hehe, calm down and get ready to work."

Xiu En gave a brief reply in his mind.

Malik carefully placed the water jug ​​in the center of the altar, then turned around, his gaze towards Shuen completely devoid of the doubt he had shown before.

"You have proven your worth, outsider. This quality of holy water! The Lord will surely be pleased with you! You have brought not only holy water, but also the perfect prelude to the descent of the Crimson Lord."

Malik raised his bone staff high and announced loudly to the remaining believers in the hall.

"Prepare for the final ritual! We will use this pure resentment, along with the ancient relics brought by this brother, to open a passage to this world for the Crimson Lord's agent!"

The cultists immediately erupted in a frenzied cheer and began to draw intricate six-pointed star formations on the ground with dark red paint.

Xiu En walked to the altar and smashed the miniature version of the pseudo-light body onto the stone platform.

"Draw it quickly."

Shuen stared at Malik, his eyes revealing an undisguised ferocity.

"My patience is limited, and the power within me is clamoring for more nourishment. If your ritual fails to satisfy me, I will destroy this stronghold along with you."

Malik smiled dismissively.

In his view, this was nothing more than a pathetic worm whose sanity had been corrupted by dark magic barking wildly.

"As you wish."

Malik walked to the altar, took out a sharp dagger, cut his wrist, and let the blood drip onto the bait wrapped in black cloth.

"Prepare for a miracle."

Malik raised his bone staff and began chanting a long and obscure summoning incantation.

Those syllables are extremely difficult to pronounce and do not belong to the human vocal structure at all.

The air in the hall became strange, so pungent that it was hard to open one's eyes.

The fringe believers immediately knelt down and began to chant softly in rhythm with Malik.

Their voices merged together, forming a deep hum that echoed across the dome of the hall.

Xiu En stood beside the altar, arms crossed.

He deliberately made the black magic markings on his neck throb more violently, pretending to be almost insane from the stimulation of dark magic.

Ivy was somewhat disgusted.

"That pronunciation is awful. I feel like my leaves are going to wither from the sound."

"Bear with it, the real show is about to begin."

Xiu En replied in his mind.

In the center of the altar, the jug filled with water of resentment began to shake violently.

The stopper was suddenly forced open by the internal pressure, and black mist gushed out like a fountain, instantly enveloping the entire altar.

Malik aimed his slashed wrist at the bait, and the blood dripped onto the black cloth, where it was instantly absorbed.

A blinding red light burst forth from beneath the black cloth, tearing through the black mist.

The space above the altar began to distort.

"The Great Crimson Lord!"

Malik's voice became shrill due to extreme fervor.

"Please accept the sacrifice of your lowly servant! With this pure resentment and ancient relics, open the gate to this world!"

At the center of the distorted space, a dark red rift slowly tore open.

The rift was like an open demonic eye, greedily gazing upon the world.

A chaotic aura, a hundred times purer than before, surged out from the crack, instantly lowering the temperature in the hall to freezing point.

"They're here."

Xiu could sense that a consciousness was rapidly approaching from the other side of the rift.

Ivy reminded her.

"The magic circle Constantine inscribed on that decoy has already begun to activate."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Xiu En's fingers bent and straightened slightly, and a faint golden light was already dancing at the tips of his fingers.

He was ready at any moment to tear off this disguise and give that unfortunate fellow who was about to cross the chasm an unforgettable surprise.

Several believers who were too close could not withstand the terrifying pressure and collapsed to the ground, twitching a few times before falling still.

But Malik ignored all of this, staring greedily at the crack.

"Descend, crimson messenger!"

Malik frantically waved his bone staff.

The crack was violently torn open from the inside by a burst of force.

A gigantic hand, composed entirely of dark red chaotic energy, emerged from the crack and grabbed the edge of the altar.

The hard stone altar was covered in cracks under the grasp of that hand.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and twisted figure began to emerge from the crack.

It was the image of a knight clad in heavy armor, with chaotic red flames burning from the gaps in his helmet, and a greatsword radiating an aura of destruction in his hand.

The takeout has arrived.

Xiu En smiled.

The Chaos Knight finally stepped onto the stone floor of the assembly hall.

As its entire body completely squeezed out of the dark red dimensional rift, the chaotic pressure belonging to the deep red universe poured out without reservation.

The believers, who had been chanting softly, collapsed to the ground in large numbers, unable to even scream, and lost consciousness in fear.

The Chaos Knight's greatsword dragged on the ground, carving a deep furrow in the hard stone slab, sparks flying everywhere. The red light from the gaps in its helmet swept around, showing no interest in the fragile lives on the ground.

"Great Crimson Messenger! You have finally arrived!"

Malik knelt on both knees, raising the white bone staff high with both hands, his face filled with frenzied joy.

He crawled forward two steps on his knees.

"These are the offerings I have prepared for you!"

Malik pointed to the bait on the altar, then to Shuen standing to the side.

"This pure resentment, and this vessel that brought ancient relics, I offer them all to you! Grant me the chaotic power to rule this world!"

Xiu En stood there with his head slightly bowed.

The black magic runes on his shoulder stopped pulsating, and he appeared unusually quiet.

"Shuen, it's fully out."

Ivy's voice rang in Xiu En's mind, carrying a hint of impatience.

"Don't rush, wait until it's a little further away from that door."

Xiuen calmly replied in his mind.

"These guys are slippery. If I don't hold on tight and they slip back, I don't want to smell that stinky sulfur smell again."

Chaos Knight completely ignored Malik, who was kneeling on the ground and babbling incessantly.

Its attention was completely drawn to the black cloth covering the altar, which exuded an aura.

It walked to the altar.

He stretched out his hand and ripped off the black cloth.

A miniature version of the dark gold pseudo-light body was exposed to the air, and the energy halo flowing on its surface illuminated the red eyes beneath the Chaos Knight's helmet.

The False Light Body's Insulting Array has begun to take effect.

Chaos Knight was taken aback.

It let out a roar.

Just as its fingertips were about to touch the bait, Xiu En moved.

Xiu En raised his head, his dark eyes filled with dazzling pure gold light.

"It's very impolite to eat someone else's food without asking the host first."

As he spoke, the withered succulent plant in Xiu En's arms also burst open.

Countless thick vines surged wildly from the ruins of the flowerpot.

These vines spread throughout the assembly hall at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive.

In the blink of an eye, these vines covered the walls, ceiling, and even the floor of the entire hall, forming an airtight plant prison.

Malik's fanaticism froze instantly. He stared blankly at Shuen, who had suddenly burst forth with holy light, and the terrifying vines that had instantly strangled his men.

"You? Who exactly are you?!"

Malik screamed in terror.

Xiu En didn't want to talk to him.

With a stomp of his foot, he transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly appearing before the Chaos Knight, who was being held captive by the insult formation.

The Chaos Knight sensed the threat and swung his greatsword at Shuen.

But Xiu En simply raised one hand and caught the greatsword that exuded an aura of destruction.

"The material of this sword is too poor; it's full of impurities."

Xiu En pursed his lips and suddenly tightened his grip.

The metal shattered, and Xiu En crushed the Chaos Greatsword into countless red specks of light that scattered across the sky.

Before Chaos Knight could react, Shum's other hand had already grabbed its neck, lifting its massive body up.

At the same time, the air behind Xiu En distorted violently, and a chain burning with golden crow divine fire roared out, piercing into the slowly writhing dimensional rift and forcibly closing it.

"Alright, you can't escape now! Quickly call for your master!"

Shuen looked at the Chaos Knight struggling desperately in his hands, a bright smile appearing on his lips.

The Chaos Knight continued to roar.

With Xiu En holding his neck, this body, formed from chaotic magic, was rapidly disintegrating under the scorching heat of the Golden Crow Divine Fire.

In the face of utter despair, a burst of red light suddenly erupted from the Chaos Knight's chest.

It abandoned all defenses and transformed all the remaining magic power within its body into a cross-dimensional coordinate.

Just as Shuen had predicted, the knight frantically called out to the Crimson Universe.

"The great...Crimson Lord...has descended..."

This was accompanied by a broken, intermittent roar.

On the walls sealed off by the ivy vines, nauseating dark red blood began to seep out.

A colossal will, a hundred times stronger than the Chaos Knight and filled with extreme chaos and malice, forcefully squeezed into the collapsing body along that coordinate.

Chaos Knight's previously scattered red eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling crimson light, and his body, which had been burned to the point of being just a skeleton, began to expand and regenerate under the infusion of chaotic magic.

"God! God has descended!"

Seeing this, High Priest Malik, who was suffocating from the vines, still let out a frenzied scream.

"Kill him! Great Crimson Lord! Tear this heretic who has offended you!"

As Xiu En's clone sensed the knight's rapidly expanding power, a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, finally getting off the field?"

The clone released its grip on the knight's neck and took a half-step back.

At the same time, a coordinate connecting to Wayne Manor in the DC Universe was instantly activated.

The clones transformed into a sky full of golden light, actively dissipating to prevent being controlled by Sithon.

The next second, a deafening roar came from the dome above the assembly hall.

A dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, smashed through the roof, and crashed into the center of the altar.

Golden flames raged through the hall, instantly evaporating the chaotic bloodstains that had just seeped from the walls.

The pillar of light dissipated, and Xiu En's true form was revealed.

His long black hair flew wildly under the surging of the divine fire.

The will of Xisorn, which had just completed its possession and was preparing to go on a killing spree, suddenly narrowed its scarlet eyes when it saw the man in front of it, who was enveloped in golden light.

"Is it you?"

At this moment, Xisorn's demonic voice clearly faltered.

Xiu En slightly raised his chin, his eyes, burning with golden flames, locked onto the red giant before him.

"Sythonn? Guess who I am!"

Xiu En's voice made the stone pillars in the hall tremble.

At this moment, Xishon's will experienced what it meant to be a persistent ghost.

It clearly remembered that this madman not only burned his divine book by unleashing that eye-searing colorful halo in Xijing Town, but also directly tore open the dimensional barrier and kidnapped one of his consciousnesses along with his pseudo-light body to another universe.

Now, this monster has actually gone to another parallel universe to stake out and fish!

"Damn it, you madman...you're a complete and utter madman!"

Sithon let out an angry roar.

It had no intention of waging war against Shuen in this universe; the knight's body simply couldn't withstand the strain of a divine war.

It decisively abandoned its newly reconstructed body, and its dark red will transformed into a streak of light, attempting to escape back into the deep red universe along its trajectory.

"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Xiu En stretched his right hand forward.

A chain burning with the true fire of the Golden Crow roared out from his palm, and before he could reach it, it wrapped around the dark red stream of will that was trying to escape.

At the same time, the vines around the hall grew rapidly under the control of the clone Ivy, completely locking up the space of the entire gathering hall.

Shuen gripped the chains with both hands and yanked them back sharply, pulling Xisorn's will down from mid-air.

"Sythoorn, you can't escape!"