I, Lord of Prayer

In the cold, austere palace, on the solemn throne, the Red King stared expressionlessly at the battlefield sand table before him.

This is a sand table that provides real-time feedback on the battle situation of the world-shaking war, allowing Him to know the direction of the war situation immediately even when He is far away from the front line.

As an unabashed war fanatic, the Red King desperately wanted to personally don armor and fight on the battlefield, adding a few more rare and precious artifacts to his treasury.

The abyss is vast and boundless, but it has few kingdoms like the human world, with countless unforgettable heroes. Those brilliant souls are unforgettable at first glance. Unfortunately, He has an important mission personally assigned by the Blood Lord and can only stay here to guard it.

This blood sacrifice is of utmost importance and cannot afford any mistakes.

Suddenly, a roaring sound came, disturbing the Red King's concentration. He raised his eyes and looked out. A huge, cold, skeletal warship was parked above the blood pool. It was a death warship forged by the Blood Kingdom from the corpses and souls of countless great enemies, returning fully loaded.

As the gates at the bottom of the warship rumbled open, tens of thousands of hellish creatures fell like raindrops, their screams echoing through the air.

Thump, thump, thump... Tens of thousands of hellish creatures fell into the blood pool like dumplings being dropped into boiling water. The moment they touched it, they were corroded and melted into blood, making the crimson color even more vivid.

To date, tens of millions of hellish beings have been thrown into the Blood Pool, along with the treasures transported from the Blood Kingdom's treasury... The concentration of calamity essence contained in the Blood Pool has now reached a terrifying level, comparable to the total resources accumulated by the Blood Kingdom over at least three thousand years.

A ritual performed with such terrifying quality would definitely catch the true gods of the mortal world off guard, and that would be the perfect opportunity for the abyss to launch a full-scale attack!

The Red King was mentally simulating the changing battle situation, becoming completely absorbed and oblivious to the subtle shift in the surrounding air, as if a blurry filter had been applied, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

As he pondered the matter more deeply, the Red King suddenly realized that his mind was not up to par and he could no longer deduce the direction of the war situation. His thoughts became chaotic, as if he had sunk into a quagmire. He immediately realized that something was wrong and his whole body shone with a scarlet light. But the next second, his thoughts completely went offline.

"Hehehehehehehe..."

A figure dressed in a tattered clown costume suddenly appeared in the palace. The red and black clown costume was covered with dried, blackened bloodstains and emitted a putrid, old stench. The costume was not worn on the body, but rather sewn directly to the flesh and blood, with the rough stitches clearly visible.

The clown has two thick, demonic horns on his head, covered by the fabric of his clown costume. He has a very pointed chin, a mouthful of sharp teeth, and always has a grinning expression, giving people a chilling sense of dread.

Strangely, the Red King did not react to the clown's appearance at all; he stood there stunned, his consciousness drifting away like a kite with a broken string.

—A foolish clown from Hell's Circus, wielding the power of "fooling".

The Hell Circus is a very special group in the Abyss, whose members are all strange and eccentric individuals. Even the creatures of Hell think they are mentally unstable and insane.

They are nomadic, touring and performing throughout the abyss, bringing laughter, pain, madness, and profound despair to the worlds they arrive in. The Foolish Clown is the star of the circus, and is suspected to be one of the oldest demons in the abyss, whose existence is of unknown age. Even the ancient documents of the Blood Kingdom contain records of him.

On that occasion, the Hell Circus was invited to perform for the Blood King in the Blood Kingdom, but the performance did not win the Blood King's favor. Instead, it spoiled the King's mood, so the entire Hell Circus was executed and imprisoned in a dark and sunless dungeon.

Day after day, year after year.

The long years of imprisonment have driven the already mentally unstable and foolish clown even crazier, and this madness will transform into an overwhelming hatred for the Blood Kingdom.

As the foolish clown appeared, the silent, beautiful song in the void gradually became clearer, flowing gently like a stream. The sound rolled and spread, and the busy fortress suddenly became extremely quiet. Both the hellish creatures and the working creations stopped, and everything was pulled into a dream, sleeping soundly. Even the ever-churning, boiling pool of blood calmed down.

It was this eerie song that made the Red King lower his guard and fall under the influence of the foolish clown's authority.

—The Dream of Splendor, an ancient abyssal demigod who held the power of "dreams," once had a great chance to become the embodiment of the power of "dreams" and ascend to godhood. However, due to some events, he was suppressed by the Blood Kingdom, thus missing the opportunity to become a god. This allowed the "Dream Lord" to rise to the top and achieve this godhood, and his path to godhood was completely cut off.

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents; cutting off someone's path to godhood is an even deeper blood feud spanning eighteen lifetimes. After being liberated by Zhou Chen, as soon as she heard that it was to fight the Blood Kingdom, Banlan Zhimeng agreed without saying a word, determined to take revenge.

The combination of "dream" and "fooling" successfully lowered the Red King's intelligence, making Him blind and foolish, thus successfully pulling Him into the dream.

Space shattered, and Ao Sha appeared, its enormous axe burning with calamity-inducing cold flames, slashing towards the Red King.

collapse!

The six giant axes let out a mournful cry, cracked open, and sparks flew everywhere.

Ao Sha's heart skipped a beat, and he was greatly shocked. These six giant axes were all quasi-divine weapons. Coupled with his demigod-level strength, killing an unsuspecting demigod would have been no problem at all. But when they hit the Red King... they shattered?!

boom!

The next instant, the two giant axes shattered inch by inch, fragments flying everywhere, and Ao Sha was sent flying backward, large pieces of his hard bone shell breaking apart.

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The Red King was still unconscious, but his body moved on its own, driven by his fighting instincts, and launched a counterattack.

Clang!

A clear, melodious sword cry rang out as the Red King grasped a blazing flame. This was the Blood Kingdom's Sword of Ten Thousand Armies, representing supreme authority. With a seemingly casual swing, he directly severed the remaining four giant axes in the hands of the Ao Assassin.

Immediately afterwards, another sword thrust out with lightning speed, *thud*!

The foolish clown blocked the sword; the sword of a thousand armies pierced through its chest, but it didn't care and let out a strange laugh.

Bang!

The Foolish Clown's body exploded. The explosion didn't seem particularly powerful, and the palace wasn't even damaged much. However, the Red King was covered in blood, with half of his arm blown off. He looked as if he had been cut into pieces, with countless wounds all over his body.

The damage from that sword strike was entirely returned to the Red King!

"Hehehehehehe..."

A strange laugh echoed in the air, and the figure of the foolish clown reappeared.

The Red King briefly regained his senses from the excruciating pain, escaped the dream, and used his own abilities to break free from the blind madness effect, frantically drawing upon the massive amounts of death and life in this hell to nourish himself.

"You dare!"

He suddenly erupted in uncontrollable rage, causing the entire hellish plane to tremble violently and thunder to rumble incessantly.

This was all because the vital blood pool was engulfed in a raging fire.

Standing by the blood pool, Zhou Chen smiled; it was time to reduce the sauce over high heat.

The pale forging fire quickly subsided, and all the impurities in the blood pool were burned away. Under the operation of the miraculous power, the long and complicated forging process was skipped, and the process directly entered the final stage.

In an instant, the enormous blood pool dried up completely, and the hellish essence formed from the convergence of millions of deaths condensed into a vivid, lustrous ruby, which fell into Zhou Chen's hands.

He opened the Necronomicon and threw the crimson gem inside.

In the vastness of death, the authority of the end is awakened.

Everything was silent.

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