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All souls that fall into the abyss, regardless of their path, will eventually be transformed into abyssal larvae—medium-sized, yellow worms with human faces and repulsive appearances.

They are food for the vast majority of low-level demons, and once they are eaten, it means that they will be completely wiped out of the multiverse forever.

Most of the surviving larvae will slowly grow into Primal Demons, while some, under the influence of powerful demons, will directly transform into other, more advanced forms.

Primal Demons, as the initial form of all Tanaris, can evolve into almost any high-level demon. The chaotic abyss holds infinite possibilities; sometimes, simply due to the whim of a powerful demon lord or a gust of chaotic energy, a Primal Demon can transform into a powerful Balrog.

But such lucky ones are few and far between. Those emerging from the abyss at this time are mostly low-level demons such as cowardly demons, lesser demons, deformed demons, and insect war demons.

They resembled a tide of dark purple and lush green, some looking like obese, bloated dwarfs, others strangely shaped, and still others like giant worms, their appearances making people feel disgusted and nauseous at first glance.

The inherent chaos within these demons makes them hate and despise all order. After bursting out of the abyss, they begin to wreak havoc aimlessly.

Various vicious spells were used to smash, burn, and throw things around. Anything that was displeasing to the eye, whether dead or alive, would be attacked, even the demon sorcerers and evil spellcasters who summoned them.

But since these people dare to summon demons, they must have corresponding countermeasures.

A long chain suddenly extended rapidly from the sleeve of the leading demon warlock, quickly stringing together the surrounding low-level demons like candied hawthorns. Then, demonic fire spread, burning them to ashes.

Seeing this, the other demons dared not approach any further. After a series of squeals, they turned and rushed off in other directions.

The evil spellcasters ignored them, letting these lowly demons wander around like headless flies.

The chaos and evil inherent in their nature will naturally lead these demons to commit even greater destruction in exchange for rewards from the abyss.

At this moment, they had something more important to do: eliminate all survivors and delay the terrifying red dragon's discovery of this matter as long as possible.

After all, with that red dragon's terrifying strength, it was something that they and these mere low-level demons could not contend with, not even the Balrog. Only a powerful demon lord could possibly contend with it.

Therefore, they had planned it all out in advance: pull off one heist and run, fire one shot and move on to another place. This is also the survival strategy of the vast majority of evil entities.

However, before leaving, there was one important thing to do—capture the two young red dragons.

As blood relatives of the Red Emperor, their bloodline must be extraordinary, and perhaps we can find out the reason why that red dragon is so powerful from them.

The evil spellcasters exchanged glances, and after confirming that the abyss passage was stable and that no one had escaped, they quickly flew towards the towering earthen slope in the distance.

Sistana and Kalp did not live with the people in their territory, as they felt that it would be beneath their noble status as red dragons.

Soon, the group arrived at the foot of the earthen slope, met up with the member in charge of surveillance, and looked toward the cave entrance near the top of the slope.

After some conversation, they confirmed that the two red dragons were still there, and a sinister smile immediately appeared on their faces. First, they cast a fireproof barrier around themselves, and then cautiously advanced step by step.

However, even after reaching the cave entrance, they did not hear any sound. The cave was deathly silent, with only the faint sound of wind echoing inside.

This situation immediately gave them a bad feeling, and one of them, who was impatient, rushed in.

After a few steps through the tunnel at the cave entrance, the already small cave interior came into view. It was completely empty; there wasn't even a single dragon scale, let alone a red dragon.

Inside the cave, there is another dark opening, the bottom of which is not visible at all. Judging from the traces of soil around it, it was obviously dug a long time ago.

Having never had a few years of peace since birth, Sistana and Kalp have extensive experience in escaping. Once they sensed something was wrong, they immediately chose to make their escape.

This discovery caused the faces of the evil spellcasters to darken. One of them suddenly swung his arm, and the long chain struck the surrounding wall, leaving a deep mark.

“Those cunning dragon cubs, they’ve already dug an escape route in the cave.”

"Judging from the current situation, they shouldn't have been gone for too long. Should we give chase?"

"Fool! They're winged dragons, they can fly, how are we supposed to chase them?"

"So, is this how it ends..."

"Enough!!"

The infighting among his men irritated the demon warlock in the lead. What a bunch of useless bastards! Why don't they retreat under the cover of night? Are they going to wait until the sun rises?

"Forget about those two red dragons, let's get out of here. We'll be done for if we get spotted."

The group of evil spellcasters immediately fell silent and hurriedly followed their leader out of the cave.

The leading demon warlock felt a surge of unease and a strange sense of dread, as if something terrible was about to happen.

He looked up at the horizon and felt that the sky seemed to be getting brighter very quickly today. It hadn't been long, but it was already turning a pale white.

The sun rose incredibly fast; one moment it was just peeking out, and the next it was completely out, growing larger and larger as if it were flying towards them.

Wait! Flying over here?

Chapter 288 Pleasing Me

Since Thor dared to grant autonomy to his subordinates, including many greedy and evil five-colored dragons, yet he was not afraid of their deception and mischief, he must have his own means of doing so.

The mycelium spreading underground, the birds soaring in the sky—all were his eyes and ears. Although he couldn't monitor every inch of territory with meticulous detail, nothing of even moderate importance could escape his notice.

The village burning in the night resembled a bright bonfire, and soon attracted the attention of the birds patrolling the surrounding area.

The message, transmitted through the mental link, naturally reached Thor's mind as well.

For an ordinary red dragon, even if it spotted the enemy in time and arrived immediately at its own speed, it would probably be too late. But for Thor, a distance of hundreds or thousands of kilometers is nothing more than a blink of an eye.

By the time the evil spellcasters noticed something amiss, the enormous red dragon was already upon them.

A vast amount of elemental power continuously emanated from Thor's body in the sky, radiating a dazzling rainbow light on the surface of his golden-red scales.

The light was so dazzling that the burning villages below seemed like fireflies in comparison, illuminating the darkness for tens or even hundreds of kilometers around.

It was as if a blazing sun suddenly leaped out of the void, but what it emitted was not the sunlight that symbolized hope and vitality, but pure destruction.

A primal demon, in the midst of unleashing its destructive desires, was startled by the sudden light and looked up blankly. It felt a sharp pain shooting through its entire body, and its pale skin, as white as solidified lard, was melting. It couldn't help but let out a terrified scream.

It desperately tried to find a place to hide, taking refuge under collapsed houses and in the shadow of the remaining mud walls.

But that dazzling light seemed to possess extremely strong penetrating power; no matter how it hid, it could not stop its body from melting into mud little by little.

Generally speaking, demons that die in planes outside the Abyss are not truly dead, but are reborn somewhere in the Abyss at a lower level.

By then, they may have degenerated into a lower form than before, losing some of their power and memories, but at least they will still be alive.

At this moment, the soul of this primordial demon was trying to return to the abyss through some unseen connection, but suddenly felt an invisible suction force pulling it straight towards the "sun" in the sky.

The massive turntable rotated gently like a millstone, instantly grinding away all the power and imprints on the original demon's soul, leaving only pure soul and spiritual energy, which filled the essence balance.

A light blue notification flashed before his eyes, making Thor's eyes light up.

The soul of the lowest-level Primal Demon actually provided him with ten points of essence, which is far more than that of an ordinary creature.

Could it be because their essence is a mass of soul energy, combined with extreme emotions and chaos, fused together under the influence of the power of the abyss?

In this light, these creatures are not demons at all, but rather a high-quality source of sustenance.

More radiance emanated from Thor's body, with earth, fire, water, and wind flowing endlessly, bringing pure destructive power.

Under the radiant light of this annihilating power, all the demons that had been rampaging through the village let out painful howls and soon collapsed to the ground, leaving no trace of their bodies.

More chaotic souls were absorbed and refined by the wheel in Thor's mind, becoming the resources for his growth.

The evil spellcasters hiding in the cave felt a chill run down their spines as they sensed the immense power emanating from the red dragon outside, and a profound despair welled up within them.

If, under normal circumstances, the elemental forces in the environment are like calm water, then life is like a fish swimming in that water.

But at this moment, the external elements had turned into boiling water, and ordinary life would perish if it even got close, let alone stepped into it.

The moment an evil spellcaster saw the red dragon descend, he immediately turned and rushed into the depths of the cave without looking back, intending to escape through the cave that Sistana and Kalp had dug earlier.

However, before he could get close, the ground beneath his feet began to twist violently, with soil and rocks merging and squeezing together, constantly contracting inward.

The escape route was blocked in an instant, and the surrounding walls pressed against each other, forcing them to retreat towards the cave entrance.

Seeing that things were going badly, another evil spellcaster quickly reached into his robes, pulled out a carving that looked like a miniature skull, and crushed it with force.

Thick black smoke billowed out, and dense shadow energy enveloped his body, threatening to send him into the Netherworld.

Just then, a spear-like sharp spike suddenly protruded from under his feet and, with lightning speed, pierced him from tail to head, turning him into a gourd.

Lava-like patterns swirled across the surface of the spikes, their intense heat scorching the flesh and emitting a sizzling sound.

With his powerful vitality and the bloodline of some lower plane, this evil spellcaster did not die for the time being. His eyes flashed with ruthlessness and madness as he tried to escape again.

But in the next instant, the fire and earth elements within the spikes were completely intensified, and a dazzling red light shone through, followed by a violent explosion.

A bright orange fireball appeared, and the immense impact from the inside out tore the evil spellcaster into tiny pieces of flesh and blood. Blood mixed with bits of flesh flew everywhere, splattering his companions all over.

At this moment, everyone realized that their every move had been under the watchful eye of the red dragon.

The scene before them was a warning to them not to make any rash moves.

The cave behind them continued to shrink and compress, the space constantly shrinking, and the group of evil spellcasters had no choice but to bite the bullet and step out of the cave.

The brilliant rainbow light emanating from the red dragon continued to shine, burning the magical shields erected around them like a branding iron, causing them to continuously emit black smoke.

Their magical power is rapidly depleting, and they probably won't be able to hold on for long.

Before that, the enormous red dragon had already fallen from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground like a small mountain, looking down at them from its high perch.

Thor's golden pupils swept over the tiny "insects" below, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and he spoke.

"Things that could be crushed with a single finger dare to cause trouble in my territory! Who gave you the courage? Those demons?"

I've been wanting to see for myself these creatures, who claim to be the most chaotic and evil in the multiverse. Here's your chance: summon the most powerful demon you can.

If its strength pleases me, then it proves you still have value in living; if not…

Chapter 289 Balor Flame Demon

The red dragon's roar echoed like thunder between heaven and earth. High above, rolling dark clouds gathered in response, and then a torrential downpour began.

The surrounding buildings and vegetation, which had been set ablaze, were quickly reduced to wisps of smoke drifting away in the rain; the black robes of the evil spellcasters were soaked through and clung to their bodies, making them look even more disheveled.

That terrifying dragon's might was like an incomparably heavy mountain, pressing down hard on their hearts, so much so that their thoughts seemed to be mixed with sand, and every turn of their minds was filled with indescribable obscurity and pain.

Fortunately, the terrifying light that made his heart tremble had been subdued by the red dragon, transforming into a four-colored rotating disc that quietly circled behind his head.

The moment the raindrops falling from the sky touched Sorkin's red scales, they were vaporized by the terrifying heat emanating from them. The water vapor mixed with brilliant rainbow light, like colorful clouds swirling around the dragon's body, beautiful yet dangerous.

As Thor finished speaking, the heavy, suffocating mental pressure dissipated, and the group of evil spellcasters immediately went limp, supporting themselves on their knees and panting heavily, as if they had just escaped from the deep sea.

This time, they were completely defeated. No one had expected the Red Dragon to arrive so quickly.

Given the current situation, escape is almost a pipe dream; the only option is to do as the red dragon tells us to do.

Summoning a powerful demon is no easy task. To command these inherently chaotic and evil beings, one must first offer a sufficient amount of sacrifice.

But most of the lives in the village had already been used to open the abyss passage. At this moment, unsuspecting little demons continued to emerge from the passage, only to be impaled by spikes that suddenly appeared from the ground.

These obviously cannot be used as offerings, so...

Ishtar and Vulcan, as the leaders of many evil spellcasters, are undoubtedly the most evil among them, and their reactions are also the fastest.

Almost as soon as Thor finished speaking, they turned around abruptly and launched a surprise attack on their companions.

As they raised their arms, four sturdy chains, each as thick as a thumb, shot out like serpents from their wide sleeves, nimbly winding and weaving through the crowd, instantly binding several people firmly.

Even though there were a few spellcasters who reacted just as quickly, their strength was far inferior to that of the two. In just a short while, they all became their prisoners.

The two demon warlocks then turned around, bowed respectfully to Thor, and spoke.

"Great Red Dragon, as you command."

"If our performance satisfies you, we beg you to have mercy and spare our lives. We are willing to pay any price for this..."

Then, under Thor's watchful eye, the two busied themselves, using the remaining magic circle to begin building a new summoning circle.

The Abyss is the most chaotic and evil place in the entire multiverse, and also the place where souls and extreme emotions are most concentrated.

For Saul, it was like a honey cake covered in spiky thorns, tempting him to take a bite.

However, his current strength is not enough to support him to go deeper. Those powerful demon lords and abyssal evil gods are all not easy to deal with, so he has not gone rashly.

But that didn't stop him from learning about the bottomless abyss in advance, and incidentally, secretly scraping off a bit of cream from the surface of this "cake" to taste.

As the two demon warlocks chanted, the newly constructed summoning circle began to radiate an evil aura.

One by one, former companions were placed as sacrifices on the magic circle, their blood, magic, and souls rapidly draining away under the illumination of the evil aura.

Their exposed skin gradually dried up, and their bodies shrank. In just a few minutes, amidst their painful cries, they were completely turned into mummies.