I, Lord of Prayer

"Are they going to offer sacrifices to the Blood Lord?"

Zhou Chen would naturally not allow such a thing to happen. In high-level battles, even the slightest amplification or weakening can be fatal, while a grand blood sacrifice might provide a significant boost to the Blood Lord.

He explored this hellish plane and, as expected, detected the calamity emanating from an abyssal demigod.

"The Red King, one of the nine rulers of the Blood Kingdom."

Zhou Chen frowned slightly; this was a bit difficult to handle.

The opponent is one of the supreme rulers of the Blood Kingdom, second only to the Blood Lord in status. According to the Abyss history, He ascended to the position of demigod many eras ago. He is an ancient monster and one of the reasons why the Blood Kingdom has been able to run rampant in the Abyss.

The Blood Kingdom has two demigods: one is "Black Prison" and the other is "Red King".

Black Prison is the warden and executioner of the Blood Kingdom, known in the abyss for his extremely cruel methods. He has many bizarre collections, all made from the bodies and souls of the Blood Kingdom's enemies, who are never released and suffer endless pain, thus demonstrating the Blood Kingdom's majesty and tyranny. Among them are even the corpses of demigod-level enemies.

The Red King was the most outstanding son of the Blood Lord. He emerged victorious from a brutal struggle against thousands of brothers and sisters, was personally crowned by the Blood Lord, and granted authority. He became the sword of war for the Blood Kingdom, and made countless great achievements and contributions to the Blood Kingdom.

Now that the infamous Abyss demigod "Red King" is hiding here instead of fighting on the front lines, Zhou Chen is even more convinced that this blood sacrifice is extraordinary and extremely important.

The surging pool of blood was overflowing with the essence extracted from dark souls, rich in negative emotions such as madness, resentment, and despair, as well as terrifying vitality. It was a rare and supreme essence for the creatures of the abyss, and even demigods would be tempted by its quality.

However, the Blood Pool Essence, though seemingly a delicacy, is actually a deadly poison. The terrifying life force it contains is enough to easily dissolve the body of a fifth-tier monarch. In just a short while, Zhou Chen saw two Abyss Monarchs being thrown into the Blood Pool, where they swelled and exploded in the boundless crimson, meeting a tragic destruction and death.

Zhou Chen fell into deep thought, assessing the strength of both sides. The Star Council possessed extremely detailed intelligence on the relatively active Abyss demigod, "Red King." Thousands upon thousands of Wish Points were poured into the Wish System, frantically calculating numerous possibilities in conjunction with that intelligence. Simulated scenarios of different realities surfaced in his mind, countless streams of light intertwining and shifting into endless possibilities—victory, defeat, a draw, escape…

After a long while, the massive calculations were completed, and a battle plan with a success rate of 96.313% was produced.

Zhou Chen turned and left, silently traversing layer after layer of hell, ignoring the war that spanned planes, and arrived at the desolate hell located below the 50,000-layer abyss as quickly as possible—the Dark Abyss.

Fifty-eight years ago, a pioneering team of abyss explorers got lost in the depths of hell during a rare abyssal storm and stumbled into the dark abyss. However, they were lucky enough not to awaken the sleeping master of this place, but instead had the opportunity to unearth an ancient history.

In an era whose exact time is unknown, a massive war erupted in the abyss between the Blood Kingdom and a hellish kingdom called the "Sea of ​​the Underworld."

That great war lasted for a century, and its scale was so vast that it almost swept across the entire abyss. Even behemoths like Chaos Purgatory and Paradise of Joy joined the battle, and countless hellish planes were destroyed.

Finally, the Red King stepped in, decisively defeating the leader of the Nether Sea and annihilating its fearless army. This epic battle finally came to an end, and the corpse of the Nether Sea leader was preserved as a specimen by the Blood Kingdom's warden, Black Prison, to proclaim the authority of the Blood Kingdom to the world.

The authority of the Blood Kingdom is inviolable, and the defeated side naturally suffers a miserable fate. The people of the Nether Sea are all enslaved. Some are served on the tables of the Blood Kingdom's bigwigs, while others become breeding machines, constantly reproducing, just to produce more offspring for the Blood Kingdom's bigwigs to satisfy their cravings. To this day, the original inhabitants of the Nether Sea have completely degenerated, losing their former intelligence and becoming like animals, domesticated food.

The Netherworld Sea, once as powerful and glorious as the Blood Kingdom, was destroyed and became dust in history.

But in reality, there is one survivor in the Nether Sea, imprisoned in the desolate and barren Nether Sea, now known as the Dark Abyss, enduring eternal despair in endless darkness and futilely awaiting death.

The pioneering team learned the survivor's name from the ancient inscriptions carved into the earth and rocks—Ao Sha.

The former leader of the Nether Sea, a genius in the field of military affairs.

In the early and middle stages of the war with the Blood Kingdom, it was thanks to Ao Sha's leadership and command that the Netherworld Sea was able to maintain its advantage. However, in the later stages, the Red King, who was busy with other affairs, saw the Netherworld Sea gaining momentum and, in a fit of rage, killed the commander of the Blood Kingdom's army and personally intervened. In just a few years, he shattered the advantage that the Netherworld Sea had established in the early stages and eventually swept all the way through.

Compared to the Blood Kingdom, a super ancient kingdom with true gods, the Netherworld Sea's foundation is still too shallow.

After the defeat, Ao Sha, the second-in-command of the Nether Sea, was not killed. The Red King took a liking to Ao Sha and wanted to bring him under his command, but Ao Sha refused to submit. So the Red King imprisoned him in the destroyed Nether Sea, making him watch over his shattered homeland and suffer humiliation, despair, and loneliness day and night, unable to live or die.

Now, Zhou Chen steps into this dead and decaying world.

In the desolate darkness, a colossal silhouette slowly rose, sensing the arrival of the uninvited guest. The chains rattled, their sound particularly clear in the deathly silence.

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"Ao Sha, I want to make a deal with you."

Zhou Chen smiled and said bluntly, "I want to kill the Red King."

In an instant, a chilling cold swept over him like a viscous tide, threatening to engulf Zhou Chen. He remained unmoved, maintaining his smile as he gazed at the fallen kingdom in the darkness.

It was a giant sea monster, ten meters tall, with a dark blue color, six pairs of eyes on its ferocious head, and mouth-like mouthparts with sharp teeth like serrations.

Its chest and abdomen are a gaping maw filled with sharp fangs, densely packed like a shredder. Its eight arms and seven legs each have a hard exoskeleton with sharp bone spikes protruding from them.

Chains bound its body and soul, punishments from the Blood Kingdom that not only imprisoned it completely but also subjected it to soul branding every so often, causing it unbearable pain.

"Who are you?" Ao Sha asked after a long silence.

"You can call me... the Spirit of the End."

Zhou Chen said, "Let's make a deal. I'll let you out, and you kill the Red King for me."

As the commander-in-chief of the fearless army of the Netherworld Sea, Ao Sha is also a demigod-level powerhouse. This is the battle plan that Zhou Chen derived through massive calculations - call for reinforcements!

Ao Sha remained silent. It had been imprisoned here for countless years and had never seen any other living creature. Even the Blood Kingdom had never sent anyone to visit it. Now that someone had finally come to its door, it was with such a shocking and unbelievable thing.

Red King...

Even at his peak, he wouldn't dare say he could defeat the Red King. Now, after being imprisoned for a thousand years, its strength has plummeted, while the Red King continues to improve, widening the gap between them. He fears he might not even be able to last a few rounds.

But... compared to being trapped here and enduring eternal loneliness and darkness, dying a glorious death is undoubtedly a better choice.

Without much thought, Ao Sha agreed:

"Let me out."

Zhou Chen was not afraid that Ao Sha would go back on his word, as he had already discerned Ao Sha's greatest wish—to die a glorious death in battle.

Click.

As the power of forging was activated, the chains binding Ao Sha shattered one by one, granting it the freedom it had longed for for millennia.

[Wish Points +]

"I need weapons." Ao Sha looked at Zhou Chen. As the leader of the Nether Sea and a demigod of the abyss, its vision was naturally not low. It had already seen that the power Zhou Chen held was related to forging.

Zhou Chen nodded, analyzing Ao Sha's body and soul, and quickly devised exclusive weapons for it. Six heavy giant axes and two round shields gradually took shape in the molten fire, each of them being a quasi-divine artifact, endowed with various special abilities.

Ao Sha gripped the weapon and swung it a few times, quite satisfied. It was perfect, as if it were an extension of its own body.

"The two of us aren't enough; we need to find two more teammates."

"Who?" Ao Sha asked.

You'll see when you get there.

Zhou Chen activated the Abyss Spells recorded in the Necronomicon. One Abyss Spell after another manifested, deeply imprinted in the air, forming the shape of a door, revealing an endless surge of darkness.

A faint, confused murmur came from the darkness, so gentle, so dreamlike, like a beautiful dream from which one would never wake.

Ao Sha instantly felt a chill, its soul tingling with unease—a sense of danger no less intense than that emanating from the Red King!

"Let's go find our next teammate."

Zhou Chen chuckled lightly and stepped calmly into the surging, frenzied darkness.

That was an eternal dream.

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