I, Lord of Prayer

A chilling white light, as cold as death, descended upon this hell, bringing indiscriminate annihilation.

In the silent white light, the flesh and soul of all living things vanished without a sound, turning into dust. Even the fifth-order hell lords were powerless to resist. Then came the dead, as if millions of years had passed in an instant, collapsing into dust in decay. Even the blood-patterned demonic steel, which could last for ten thousand years, rusted and crumbled into fine slag.

Numerous buildings and palaces collapsed silently, and the more than thirty Blood Kingdom armies guarding the Blood Pool were also reduced to ashes under the pale light.

As far as the eye can see, all that remains is a desolate and decaying land.

In the blink of an eye, this hell was utterly dead, the "essence" of the plane was decaying, thunderous roars came from all directions, bursting forth continuously, the earth shattered and cracked, and disintegrated in the tremors.

Zhou Chen wore a solemn crown, and a vast, cold ring of fire, reaching to the heavens and earth, shone behind him, casting down the light of the end.

The moment the ring of fire lit up, the Red King was already enveloped by its enormous, sun-like silhouette and began to perish like everything else in this hell.

Under Zhou Chen's deliberate control, Ao Sha, the Foolish Clown, and the Colorful Dream were unaffected. They immediately activated their powers, and the authority of "Blind Foolishness" and "Dream" was applied to the Red King, making his mind dull and confused. Ao Sha then raised the sharpened axe handle and used it as a spear to stab the Red King, piercing through his body and soul.

The Red King was in a daze, but his body retaliated on its own, wielding the Blood Kingdom's sword of ten thousand soldiers, severing Ao Sha's three arms and half of his body at a speed that was imperceptible.

Limbs flew off in unison, and large amounts of dark blue blood gushed out. Crimson flames rose from the wounds, the corrosive power of the Sword of Ten Thousand Armies, and the killing aura formed by the blood kingdom's millions of legions.

Ao Sha roared in fury, its body suddenly swelled, and its gaping maw opened wide, lunging at the Red King.

With a snap, countless sharp teeth broke off, but they also tore off the arm of the Red King that was holding the Sword of Ten Thousand Armies. Ao Sha knew that being hit by the Sword of Ten Thousand Armies would surely lead to death, so he simply swallowed the arm along with the Sword of Ten Thousand Armies into his stomach and forcibly sealed it.

"Attack!" Ao Sha roared.

Zhou Chen appeared silently, silently wielding the Sword of the End, and slashed down.

Without a sound or any earth-shattering divine fluctuation, a deathly pale sword mark emerged from the Red King's shattered body, bringing a silent demise.

Its body collapsed like a sandcastle, turning into ashes in the wind before it even hit the ground.

"Ugh..." Ao Sha let out a painful groan, as he was being eroded by the killing aura. His soul felt as if it were being torn apart by a thousand knives. "Kill...kill me..."

Zhou Chen naturally wouldn't refuse such a request, and with a single sword strike, he ended Ao Sha's life.

As for the Foolish Clown and the Colorful Dream, they had already fled in haste the moment the Red King died, fearing that Zhou Chen would kill them.

Ignoring the two fleeing demigods, Zhou Chen flashed away from the collapsing hellish plane. Shortly after he left, a terrifying thought descended.

The Blood Lord, who was in the midst of the divine war, sensed the anomaly and cast his gaze across most of the abyss.

He was immediately enraged.

The ceremony... was ruined!

"The sacrifices prepared by the Blood Kingdom have been destroyed; the Star Council may have discovered our plans!"

On the battlefield, the Blood Lord's divine thoughts swirled as he conversed with the other Kings of Hell.

"Then we won't wait any longer." The Chaos King was utterly decisive. "Begin the ritual before more sacrifices are destroyed!"

"good!"

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A molten hell filled with the smell of sulfur. Zhou Chen suddenly turned around, a strong sense of foreboding welling up inside him.

Something terrifying is about to appear.

"...Buzz...Buzz buzz buzz...Zhou Chen? Please respond if you hear me!" Just then, a burst of static came from the Source Quality Communication Channel, followed by an excited call.

"I heard you." Zhou Chen was also very excited, finally making contact with friendly forces.

"Where did you go?" The voice that spoke changed to Zhang Tao's.

"Paradise Lost used A-004·The Book of Myriad Realms to throw me into a parallel universe. I finally got back. But let's not talk about that. I just killed the Red King of the Blood Kingdom and destroyed a seemingly important sacrificial site. Quickly open a portal for me. Something's not right here."

Zhou Chen's ominous premonition grew stronger. Could it be that the Blood Lord had come to kill him in a fit of rage?

"The turbulent flow of the divine war's source matter has disrupted space, making it impossible for the Anywhere Door to locate you. You'll have to come back yourself," Zhang Tao said in a deep voice. "Moreover, just now, seven of the sacrificial sites you mentioned completed some kind of ritual, causing the Abyss to enter an unprecedented period of activity, more chaotic than ever before..."

"There are still seven sacrificial sites?" Zhou Chen's mind went blank.

It wasn't just the Blood Lord who prepared offerings; all eight Abyss Kings prepared offerings!

"Strangely, these rituals don't seem to have been prepared for them themselves, but rather point to other mysterious entities," Zhang Tao added solemnly.

Zhou Chen's mind went blank for a moment. The ritual jointly prepared by the eight Abyss Kings was not meant to be a sacrifice to him...

Then it seems there's only one answer.

They are offering sacrifices to the abyss itself!

"Old Zhang, I'm in a parallel universe..."

Zhou Chen took a deep breath and hurriedly told Zhang Tao what he had learned about the main universe from the parallel universe. As he listened, Zhang Tao's brows furrowed more and more, almost twisting together.

The Abyss Kings are trying to summon the Twisted Lord through massive sacrifices!

The God of Order and the Lord of Twistedness perished together, but the Abyss was originally formed from the corpse of the Lord of Twistedness. If a large number of lives were sacrificed, it might actually awaken some of the Lord of Twistedness's instincts.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently, and a deafening roar filled the entire abyss.

In the deepest part of the abyss, viscous darkness erupted, transforming into an unparalleled surge that shook the entire abyss, like a violently erupting volcano.

The massive offerings from the seven ritual sacrifices merged into that darkness. The abyssal essence, a fusion of countless negative emotions such as sin, evil, and wickedness, and the dark source matter, was enough to overwhelm even a true god, yet it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

boom!

Suddenly, an incomparably terrifying thought opened its eyes, stirring up countless turbulent currents in the abyss. Darkness, like a tide, swallowed up the entire world.

All sounds vanished, disappearing silently like death itself. An uneasy fear arose in every soul, and even the true god felt a chill run down his spine.

What exactly did the Lords of the Abyss summon?

Before they could have time to think further, a dark storm of distortion and aberration swept in.

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