All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Before the faint glow of the Holy Light Shield had faded, an aura far heavier and colder than any of the previous demonic energy swept in from the direction of the teleportation array.

This aura was not violent, but it carried an absolute majesty that controlled everything, like the deathly stillness before the collapse of heaven and earth.

The fighting in the entire capital city of Hammer instantly came to a halt.

Whether it was the human soldiers who were putting up a stubborn resistance or the demon army that was slaughtering them in a frenzy, they all froze in place, trembling all over, and even their breathing became cautious.

Sabella gripped the divine spear tightly, and the holy light wings on her back trembled violently.

The wings, which were already transparent, almost vanished without a trace.

She had just exhausted most of her spiritual power to kill a high-ranking demon official, and was then ambushed and injured by a general of the Demon King's army. Now, facing this unfathomable aura, she felt as if the blood in her body was about to freeze.

A tremor ran through the depths of her soul. She struggled to lift her head and looked toward the teleportation array, her eyes filled with solemnity and despair.

The teleportation array swelled to several meters in size, and thick black mist surged out from it, obscuring half the sky.

The holy light that had been pouring down was instantly swallowed up, and the world was plunged into darkness once again.

Several tall figures slowly emerged from the black mist, standing atop the teleportation array. Their demonic aura was so tangible that it made their figures appear even more mysterious and terrifying.

The figure at the front was tall and slender, wearing a black robe embroidered with dark gold magic patterns.

The hem of his robe trailed at the edge of the teleportation array, blending into the black mist. His face was obscured by the light mist, leaving only a pair of deep, cold eyes.

His gaze swept across the battlefield without a ripple, as if the mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and ruins beneath his feet were nothing more than insignificant dust.

This is the ruler of the entire dark realm—the Demon King.

He emanated no violent aura, yet his very existence instilled a deep-seated fear in all living beings.

Behind the Demon King stood four figures side by side.

They are the four strongest subordinates of the Demon King, corresponding to the seven deadly sins: pride, death, lust, and gluttony.

The four individuals possessed distinct auras, yet were equally formidable. Their demonic energy emanated like armor, radiating a suffocating pressure.

The first one on the left is Arrogance, dressed in silver-black armor, with a handsome yet cold face.

His eyes held a disdainful look down upon all living beings, his body was surrounded by a pale golden demonic aura, and he held a slender demonic sword in his hand, the blade gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

His mere posture exuded an arrogant disdain for everything, as if nothing in the world was worthy of his attention.

Death followed closely behind, his entire body shrouded in black bone armor, wielding a massive scythe.

The scythe dripped corrosive black liquid, its surroundings thick with deathly aura. Wherever it passed, the bloodstains on the ground instantly congealed and turned black, and the air became icy cold.

The first one on the right is Eros, dressed in a seductive red dress, with long, flowing hair and a charming face.

Yet her eyes held a captivating allure and icy coldness, and her body was surrounded by pink demonic energy that could easily arouse the desires of living beings, before delivering a fatal blow at the peak.

Finally, there was Gluttony, whose body was as large as a small mountain, several times taller than Doron.

He wore tattered armor, revealing wrinkled, grayish-black skin, and held a huge bone hammer in his hand, with drool constantly hanging from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with greed and bloodlust as he stared intently at the corpses on the battlefield, as if he were about to pounce on them and feast on them at any moment.

He was the same Glutton who had been reprimanded by the Demon King in the main hall. Although he had calmed down a bit, he could not hide his inherent greed.

On the city wall, Lia was tense all over, her short sword almost crushed in her hand.

Looking at the five figures at the top of the teleportation array, her eyes were filled with despair: "The Demon King... even the Demon King himself has come..."

She had fought alongside her team for many years and seen countless powerful monsters, but she had never felt such terrifying pressure.

Just being swept by the Demon King's gaze made him feel weak all over, and he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

Alan, leaning against the ice wall, was deathly pale, his body trembling slightly as his magic was completely depleted.

His eyes were filled with fear: "It's over... We're no match for them..."

Doron gripped his giant axe tightly, his muscles taut.

Even knowing he was outmatched, his eyes still shone with a resolute determination, and he slowly stepped in front of Allen, his voice hoarse: "Allen, I'll cover you for now. You find a way to get Captain Karen away!"

Below, Sabella witnessed all of this, her heart filled with self-reproach.

She tried her best to unleash her true name, but still couldn't completely defeat the Demon King's army.

Now that the Demon King has personally descended, they have no chance of winning.

She instinctively gripped the divine spear, trying to gather the remaining holy light once more, only to find that her spiritual power was already exhausted.

The excruciating pain in his chest intensified, and the backlash from the release of the seal frantically eroded his physical body. Blood continuously spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the divine spear and being instantly absorbed.

Within the core of the divine spear, Wei Yu's remnant soul was also highly tense.

He could clearly sense the unfathomable power emanating from the Demon King, far surpassing any powerful enemy he had ever encountered, even more terrifying than the primordial Chaos Demon God.

He subconsciously activated the Law of Metal, trying to protect Sabella.

However, his own remnant soul power was too weak to resist the Demon King's oppressive aura, and he could only watch helplessly as the situation became increasingly desperate.

The Demon King stood atop the teleportation array, his gaze sweeping lightly across the battlefield before finally settling on Sabella and her group.

The gaze held no murderous intent, no contempt, only pure indifference, as if it were examining a few insignificant items.

He made no extra movements or uttered any extra words, only slightly parting his lips.

The icy voice, like the scraping of metal, echoed across the entire battlefield, carrying an unquestionable command: "Kill them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four subordinates behind the Demon King shot out like arrows released from a bow.

Arrogantly, he flashed and appeared several feet in front of Sabella, his demonic sword wrapped in golden demonic energy, aiming straight for her chest.

The speed was so fast that Sabella had no time to react.

Death flew toward Leah and Doron, the scythe swung out, and a pitch-black death slash came down hard.

Lust surged with pink demonic energy, transforming into countless vines that swept towards Allen, attempting to bind him.

Gluttony roared, its body swaying as it charged toward Karen, who lay motionless on the ground, its eyes filled with greed, clearly wanting to devour Karen alive.

A resolute glint flashed in Sabella's eyes.

Even if she runs out of spiritual energy, she will do everything in her power to protect her teammates.

She gripped the divine spear tightly, trying to block the arrogant attack, but her body couldn't keep up with the speed of the opponent, and she could only watch helplessly as the demonic sword drew closer and closer.

Lia and Doron were also in dire straits. Facing the deadly strike, the two barely managed to raise their weapons to defend themselves, but were forced to retreat repeatedly, spitting blood from their mouths.

Allen was entangled by the vines of lust, unable to move, and could only watch as the vines tightened, gradually bringing him a sense of suffocation.

At this critical moment, a pale blue light suddenly appeared from the void.

Light rapidly gathered around the hero team, forming a circular portal.

The portal emitted a gentle spatial energy, instantly enveloping Sabella, Karen, Lia, Allen, and Doron.

The portal appeared abruptly and without warning; even the Demon King was unaware of it.

"This is... a portal?" Sabella was slightly taken aback, her eyes filled with astonishment.

She could sense the gentle energy within the portal; it wasn't an enemy trap, but she didn't know who was secretly helping her.

She instinctively wanted to grip the divine spear tightly, to take with her the spear that carried Wei Yu's lingering soul and was related to her return home.

However, the portal's suction was too strong. She was already exhausted of spiritual energy and weak. The divine spear was pulled by the suction and accidentally slipped from her hand, falling to the ground.

"No!" Sabella exclaimed, reaching out to pick it up.

But she was firmly bound by the suction of the portal, and her body gradually became transparent.

She watched helplessly as the divine spear fell to the cold stone ground, and as the arrogant demonic sword pierced into empty air, her eyes filled with resentment and worry.

Leia, Allen, and Doron were also helplessly pulled in by the portal's suction force.

They could only watch helplessly as the lost divine spear gradually disappeared into the portal.

The attacks by the four cadres all failed.

After the five people disappeared, the portal vanished into the void as if it had never existed, leaving only a faint trace of spatial energy.

Arrogance halted, turning to look at the Demon King with resentment and confusion in his eyes. He bowed slightly: "Your Majesty, the target has been taken away by an unknown portal. Should we pursue them?"

The Demon King stood atop the teleportation array, watching the direction in which the teleportation gate vanished. Instead of being angry, he let out a low chuckle.

His tone held a hint of amusement and mystery: "No need. You can run for a while, but you can't run forever."

His gaze slowly moved down, landing on the black and red divine spear on the ground.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes—this gun was still emitting a faint energy fluctuation after the portal disappeared, completely out of place with the surrounding demonic energy.

He ignored the four cadres and moved swiftly, landing beside the sharpshooter like a ghost.

The black mist around him dissipated slightly, revealing a hand with distinct knuckles and pale skin.

He bent down, his fingertips gently gripping the handle of the divine spear, wanting to pick up this unusual long spear and investigate its origin.

The instant the fingertip touched the gun handle, two completely different spiritual fluctuations collided suddenly between the divine gun and the demon king.

The Demon King froze abruptly, his indifference vanishing instantly, replaced by utter astonishment.

The demonic energy around him also became slightly disordered due to this sudden change.

He was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Within the core of this seemingly ordinary spear, there was actually a wisp of divine soul!

Wei Yu, who was inside the core of the divine spear, was struck as if by a thunderbolt, and his remnant soul trembled violently.

A tidal wave surged within him. He could clearly sense a faint yet incredibly familiar aura hidden within the soul fluctuations emanating from the Demon King's fingertips.

That is the unique mark of a time traveler, the earthly aura imprinted deep in their soul.

The aura emanating from him, Lin Nannan, Shen Jianxin, and Karen is of the same origin!

This demon king... is also a transmigrator?!

Wei Yu's lingering soul froze completely, his mind filled with this shocking fact.

He has seen countless powerful beings from different planes, gods and demons from the primordial world, and all sorts of strange creatures and monsters from the heavens.

He never imagined that the Demon King who ruled this dark territory and struck fear into the hearts of all living beings was, like him, a lost soul from Earth.

This sudden reversal left him momentarily speechless, and he could only stand there blankly within the core of the divine spear, sensing the familiar yet unfamiliar aura of the Demon King's soul.

The Demon King was equally taken aback.

He had ruled the Dark Territory for hundreds of years and had seen countless rare treasures and strange magical artifacts, but he had never seen a weapon with a remnant soul hidden inside its barrel.

What shocked him even more was that the aura of this remnant soul was extremely peculiar.

It was neither a creature of this world, nor a demon or cultivator from the myriad realms, but rather carried a sense of familiarity etched into his bones and hidden deep within his heart.

That was the scent of Earth, the scent of our own kind.

He originally thought he was the only transmigrator in this vast universe.

For centuries, it has borne alone the loneliness of losing its homeland and the coldness of being ruled.

Unexpectedly, within such an unremarkable spear lay the remnant soul of another of their kind.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The four officers stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the Demon King with suspicion.

They had never seen His Majesty look so bewildered, nor had they ever seen His Majesty's demonic energy so chaotic.

Gluttony withdraws its greedy gaze, death stops wielding its scythe, lust disperses its entwining vines, and arrogance also abandons its haughty attitude.

The four stood quietly, not daring to approach and disturb them, only able to gaze at the Demon King and the long spear from afar, their hearts filled with doubt.

The Demon King remained bent over, gripping the gun, his fingertips pressed tightly against the handle.

The astonishment in his eyes lingered for a long time; he could feel the shock and confusion of the remnant soul within the gun.

They could also feel the undeniable bond of kindred spirits between them.

He wanted to ask, to know who this remnant soul was, to know which corner of the earth it came from, and to know what it had experienced over the years.

But a thousand words were stuck in my heart, and for a moment I didn't know where to begin.

Wei Yu's remnant soul gradually recovered from the shock, but he was still unable to calm the turmoil in his heart.

He could sense the Demon King's astonishment and confusion, as well as the loneliness that had been suppressed for hundreds of years emanating from him.

He wanted to test the waters, to confirm the other party's identity, and to find out whether this demon king, who was also a time traveler, was friend or foe.

However, the power of the remnant soul was too weak, and it was difficult to even convey simple thoughts. It could only let shock and doubt fill its entire soul.

The pitch-black demonic energy intertwined with the faint golden light on the surface of the divine spear.

The spiritual energy of the Demon King and Wei Yu quietly collided and intertwined within the gun.

One person, one soul: one is the demon king who rules the darkness, and the other is the remnant soul hidden in the gun.

Despite their vastly different identities and opposing stances, they were both caught in a state of utter bewilderment because of that shared aura originating from Earth.

The corpses on the battlefield remained cold, and the bloodstains gradually congealed.

The Demon King's soldiers dared not utter a sound, and the four officers stood silently.

Only the Demon King and that divine spear remained frozen in the center of this desolate battlefield, forming a bizarre and shocking scene.

No one knew that this accidental touch would not only reveal the Demon King's hidden identity, but also completely rewrite the landscape of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

At this moment, both the Demon King and Wei Yu were still in shock at discovering each other's identities and were unable to recover for a long time.