Chapter 553: Void Covenant

The astral plane is dark, dead and desolate. No non-golden creatures can survive in the extremely low temperature.

Fomalhaut is a planet full of fire. This star region is hot because the evil god Cthugha resides on the planet.

The flames on the entire surface of Beiluo Shimen suddenly expanded several times. It was the manifestation of Cthugya's anger.

These days, he kept feeling that believers on distant planets were offering sacrifices to it and praying for its arrival.

It collected sacrifices and sent down several projections, but after these projections arrived, without exception, they all lost contact with the main body and no information was transmitted back.

It realized something was wrong, and when the believers offered sacrifice again, it gathered more power and put it into the projection, hoping to find out the reason why the other projections disappeared.

The result was still a failure, as the projection lost contact with it the moment it descended.

Cthugya realized that there was a powerful enemy lurking in the dark and could no longer accept the call of any believers.

A planet with a blood-red halo traveled through a space-time wormhole and landed in the star field near Beiluo Shimen. Rusty eyes made of liquid iron appeared on the surface of the planet.

The red moon appeared, and Cthugha soon felt the rhythm that made it extremely uncomfortable. The feelings of mania and anger soared, and it developed a madness that wanted to burn and destroy everything.

"Ghros, you are not welcome here, get out of this star region!"

Cthugya used the Voice of the Soul to issue a warning, and the entire Fomalhaut was ablaze. As the flames spewed out, huge amounts of heat spread throughout the star field.

Ghros seemed not to hear the warning and continued to approach.

The moment before Cthugha's rage reached its peak, the red moon stopped moving.

'The spirit world has come again, and the stars are about to return to where they originally belonged.

Cthugha, according to the covenant made by the void lords, if the war to assimilate this universe begins, you must join the battle.'

Evil gods are what humans call them, and they call themselves the Lords of the Void.

Hongyue restrained the rhythm of its own laws. It was afraid of really angering the hot-tempered man on the other side, and then it would not be able to withstand the other side's anger.

Cthugya's mood eased a little, and he said sarcastically, "During the last war, when the spirit world and this universe were about to separate, we took advantage of the spreading gray fog to enter this realm.

Because many Void Lords in other directions failed to catch up, the natives of this area resisted our assimilation.

Now, when the stars gather again, more Void Lords will surely arrive. Do they still need me to do anything?"

The Void Lords were not harmonious with each other, and in the wars of the last era, they had repeatedly pulled each other's legs, so they had a fierce battle with Cthulhu.

Later, it did not participate in the subsequent wars and went to Beiluo Shimen to lie dormant.

What many Void Lords did not expect was that in the center of this universe there were some natives whose power was comparable to theirs. As they pulled each other back, the war ended in failure.

Gheros was silent for a moment, and then he used the power of law to communicate again: "This realm is not as weak as we thought. After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, a powerful enemy was born. That enemy drove me away from the center of this universe."

Cthugha's spirit laughed mockingly and said coldly:

"You have completely lost the dignity of the Void Lord."

"That enemy is now at level eight."

Cthugya was silent for a while before speaking again: "If it is an eighth-level enemy, won't the lords left behind on that planet be in trouble?"

Thinking of this possibility, its furious mood quickly turned into joy. Its old enemy Cthulhu was also there, so maybe he would be killed.

“That eighth-level enemy is not the old opponent from the last war of gods, but a newly born one.

Do you understand what I mean by this?"

There was uneasiness in Ghroth's spiritual fluctuations, and the situation took a turn that they could not have predicted.

The flames on Cthugha's body flickered, and it was obvious that it was not calm either.

It quickly understood the meaning of the other party's words, and after the last war ended, the spiritual wave quickly receded.

Soon, the spiritual concentration of this universe could no longer support the activities of creatures above level seven. The Void Lords fell into a deep sleep, and the indigenous gods escaped into the spiritual world.

As the spiritual tide receded, the upper limit of the power that the world could bear became lower and lower, and the extraordinary gradually became a legend.

In other words, this eighth-level enemy broke through to the seventh level when the spiritual tide was high, and then broke through to the eighth level in a very short time. Such growth potential is too terrifying.

According to the calendar of this world, it has only been two hundred years since Cthugha began to awaken from his slumber. In other words, this eighth-level enemy took at most two hundred years to complete the accumulation of tens of thousands of years by the Void Lords.

"How is this possible?! I am not like some Void Lords who have gone insane and only have instincts left. I still have reason."

Cthugya was very skeptical about the authenticity of Gehros's news. If such an enemy really appeared, this war would still be difficult to fight.

The Void Lords are not immortal. In the last war between gods, some of them were wiped out by the laws and disappeared forever.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but it is true.

When the spiritual world merges with this universe again, the Void Lords will descend one after another, including Shab-Niggurath, the Mother of All Things. If the Lord of Time wakes up from his dream, he should also descend.

However, the power of the Mother Goddess of All Things and the Lord of Time is too strong to enter this world in person, otherwise this universe will collapse. They can only send their offspring or clones.

The Void Covenant summons you, please arrive on time."

Ghros began to retreat and disappeared into the desolate star field.

Crown felt like he was wandering in the warm spring breeze, and his rapid progress gave him some illusions.

He quickly suppressed the feeling of satisfaction and summoned the golden wall. A light flashed through the depths of his eyes and the words slowly froze.

[Golden Light Mantra: 1856293/2000000; Level 7]

[Sun and Moon Rotation Skill: 907256/2000000; Level 8]

[Holy Light Field (Tai Chi): 326538/3000000; Level 2]

A silent smile formed on the corner of his mouth. The harvest from this hunt was much greater than the previous ones combined. It was well worth his nearly one month of hiding!

The proficiency of the Golden Light Mantra increased by a total of 110,000, and the breathing method and holy light field also improved to varying degrees.

Judging from the benefits obtained, this evil god named "Kthugya" should have a body as huge as Red Moon.

If the opponent comes in real form and is purified by him, it should be possible to advance the Golden Light Curse to a higher level.

“Well done, keep up the good work!”

Clown chuckled and disappeared into the gray fog in the sky again, waiting for the cultists' next summons.

He looked up at the colorful aurora swaying outside the gray fog and closed his eyes.

The aurora phenomena are becoming more frequent than before and are lasting longer and longer, so he doesn't have much time left.

At this moment, he prayed to himself devoutly, hoping that more and more evil gods would show up.

Three days later, the cultists woke up one after another, with a look of confusion in their eyes.

Gradually they recalled that they were performing a ceremony to summon the gods, and that the ceremony was very successful and had already performed miracles.

But why were they unconscious? Where were the gods?

None of the cultists answered the question, and they began to grow fearful.

"Has the god abandoned his believers? Is it because our faith is not sincere enough?"

"Perhaps, our sacrifices were not enough and the gods were not satisfied, so they left."

"I think it's because after the gods revealed their aura, they saw that we were all stunned by the powerful force of the law, and they left in disappointment."

The cultists started talking about it, and most of them thought that the gods were unhappy with them, so they left.

"Captain, let's hold the summoning ceremony again.

There are powerful alien gods watching us secretly. Without the protection of our Lord, our tribe will be slaughtered by them.

If the bloodline cannot be continued, how can the glory of the gods be spread?"

A flame man shouted, and more and more cultists began to echo him.

The cult leader held his horn tightly, wondering what had happened to lead to the current situation.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

In his opinion, the discussions of ordinary believers were nonsense and without any basis. If the gods really came, they would not leave.

There is only one possibility, that is, an unknown accident happened at the last moment when the gods were about to descend successfully.

There was no problem with the ritual. The will of the gods had already descended, which meant that a channel for the transmission of power had been opened up in the void. Could it be that something went wrong at the last moment of the power transmission? It was possible that the power of the gods was too strong when they descended, and the void channel could not withstand it, so it collapsed, causing the summoning ritual to fail.

The chief called the other chiefs together, expressed his opinion, and then said: "I have decided to hold the summoning ceremony again, but I want to reduce the scale of the ceremony. What do you think?"

The other leaders had no objection at all. They had no idea why the ritual failed, but summoning the gods was a must, so they all nodded in agreement.

"We listen to the chief!"

"Very good, go down and prepare. We will hold the ceremony again in three days."

The Broken Mountains, Kingdom of the Hinterlands.

The Algas River flows down from the canyon. It is a river formed by the melted water from the mountain ice and snow. In the past, the river water was icy cold, but now it is a completely different scene.

The originally clear flowing water turned into an evil green, and from time to time turbid bubbles appeared to cause damage, and the law of burning and festering pollution permeated the air.

The water flow is emitting hot steam, and the water vapor rises and condenses into tiny ice beads when it gets cold, and then falls down one after another.

On the steep mountain above the canyon, there is a huge cave, from which dark green water flows into the river. The water of the Algas River is dyed by this water.

In the cave, there was a clanging sound as the evil beastmen dug the rocks.

Because the gods ordered them not to expose themselves outside the cave, and there were more and more of their kind, they had no choice but to keep digging downwards.

Hasut, burning with dark green light, walked to the entrance of the cave, looked at the mountains, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After he escaped from the Kingdom of Farouk, he surveyed many places and finally chose this place as his new base.

After several years of furtive material gathering, the Fleshforge was painstakingly built in preparation for rebuilding the fel orc army.

This mountain range is located in the southernmost part of the continent, extremely far away from the Kingdom of Farouk, and is now being ravaged by murlocs and deep divers.

As long as he was careful and didn't reveal his whereabouts, he shouldn't be discovered by the golden creature that came from the human race.

That human race was too powerful. The Mother Goddess successfully sent four offspring to this world, but in just a few years, he was the only one left.

If it weren't for his amazing ability to escape, they would have been wiped out.

He could feel that the fusion of the spiritual world and the material world was getting closer and closer. As long as he could endure for a while longer, more companions would come.

Then, it will be time for him to counterattack, and what he needs to do now is to continue to build up his strength.

Hasut returned to the deepest part of the cave, knelt before a stone statue and prayed:

"Goddess of Darkness and Fertility, Supreme Mother Goddess, who has given birth to countless descendants, please listen to the voices of your offspring."

Deep in the Lidayat Mountains, a group of cultists are performing a summoning ceremony.

The bone drums were beating crazily, and the believers were shouting madly around the blazing bonfire.

"Gone but not forgotten, await the coming of Fomalhaut! Cthugha!"

The leader chanted the summoning prayer over and over again, but the summoning ritual did not succeed until the shouting cultists were exhausted.

"Great Cthugha, have you forgotten your followers?"

Wailing sounds rang out one after another, and the cultists felt sad, confused, uneasy, and fearful, and couldn't help but howl and cry.

In the gray fog, Crown watched all this coldly.

This was the tenth time he had witnessed this summoning ceremony on the ground in these days, but it had failed every time.

He sighed, realizing that the constant disappearance of projections had alerted the evil god, so he no longer accepted the believers' summons.

"Since you are useless, then go die."

Klauen muttered softly that the 'Experience Pack' no longer accepted summons, which made him very sad.

Rose-gold wings spread out behind him, and divine power began to surge.

The law of the sun shines upon the earth, the gray fog is ignited, and he transforms into the divine flame that purifies the world, swooping down from the sky.

The cultist looked up at the sky, the golden flames in his eyes becoming brighter and brighter.

They had just let out a scream of terror when they were vaporized in the flames.

Clown flew around the land where the cultists lived, and this place became the kingdom of the golden flame of the sun. The flames of the law burned everything and the void trembled.

After doing all this, he returned to the city of Danas.

Archbishop James saw the spirit landing outside the church and hurried out to greet it:

"Your Majesty, due to heavy church duties, the Pope has returned to the Cathedral of Light.

Please forgive me for any impoliteness. "

Clown nodded slightly:

“Tell Marco that the projection of the evil god has been killed, and the cultist’s lair in the Lidayat Mountains has been burned down.

If you find any traces of other evil gods, remember to seek help from Shattrath City. Goodbye!"

His body turned into a golden light and rose into the sky, soon disappearing into the gray fog.

James looked at the sky for a long time without saying a word. He had never felt what it was like for gods to serve mankind. It turned out this was what it felt like to just sit back and reap the fruits of others' labor. It felt so good.

(End of this chapter)