This is the Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils...

Looking at the world before him, shattered into fragments yet held together by some force, floating like countless "islands" in an asteroid belt, Leon on the back of Taurus couldn't help but silently click his tongue in awe, feeling a growing apprehension towards Number 1.

According to the situation studied by Taurus and the directors, Number 1 might have started from some location on Old Soil, engaging in "reckless driving" at a planar level deep within Old Soil, shattering the Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils, the Insufficient Township, and Shepherd's Plain in one fell swoop.

Even though the present world has himself, the trio of old men, and Evangelin as "root users," the likelihood of preserving the present world before such literal world-ending destruction is still terrifyingly low.

And this is even in the past tense. Once she finishes absorbing the root in her hands, she will become even stronger, a foe entirely beyond defeating alone; finding suitable allies quickly is imperative! 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Let's go, get closer and have a look."

"Moo!"

Receiving Leon's directive, the old yellow bull with a cigarette dangling from its mouth nodded, and leisurely stepped forward.

Ever since being rescued by Leon from Fredri's dream, the old yellow bull, with nowhere else to go, temporarily served as Leon's steed thanks to its excellent hoof power.

The holy bull of the Hope Line, even with an entire mountain range on its back, the old yellow bull could shake off the Four Pillar Gods countless times, absolute top-tier in speed, faster even than the Clearing Bureau's Stargates by several folds.

After developing a smoking habit in Leon's hands, it now doesn't even eat grass; a lighted cigarette and a step forward, and off it goes, consuming two cigarettes per plane on average, incredibly cost-effective, the only slight regret...

"Moo moo? (Do you eat demons too? What kind do you like?)"

The only regret is, the bull has a slightly chatty mouth.

Faced with the old yellow bull's curious inquiry, Leon couldn't help but roll his eyes, then replied with annoyance:

"Yes! Especially those demons that look like bulls!"

"Moo..."

Understanding it had asked something Leon didn't like, the old yellow bull let out a dejected moo and fell silent, stepping through a toxic cloud formed by the evaporation of a sea of pus and onto a plain of cooled Obsidian.

There were quite a few surviving demons, perhaps even a little too many in number.

His gaze sweeping across the Obsidian plain below, recognizing the number of restless souls, Leon, eager to find allies, donned the [Lord of Demons (Wicked Heart)], and with a wave of his hand, broke through the hard Obsidian plain.

"Ah!!!"

"Damn it! Who is it!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The protective Obsidian plain burst open, releasing a mass of thick yellow toxic fog. The demons hiding below flew up to the surface with fury on their faces, grinding their teeth in anger and charging at the culprit.

"You damned..."

"Come over here, I want to ask you something."

Beckoning the leading demon with a finger, Leon dragged over the ordinary demon of a lower rank and placed his hand on its shock-stricken face, using [Lord of Demons] to temporarily seal its power, and then began interrogating:

"What's the situation in the Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils now? What happened to your original master?"

"You? You! What happened to my powers?"

"You talk too much..."

Lacking a good impression of demons filled with nothing but slaughter and desire, Leon, enduring the strange sensation, squeezed its sinister body of over four meters down to pocket size, then lifted it by the horns on its "little demon" head, and said:

"Just answer what I ask, don't say anything unnecessary, otherwise I'll find someone else to ask, understood?"

"Got it! I understand!"

Seeing Leon, who could turn a demon into a small hamster in one gesture and radiated a pure "demon aura," the unfortunate demon instantly sobered up as its sanctuary was breached, screaming with a pale face:

"You... I'll answer whatever you ask! I guarantee every word is true! Umm... What was your question again? I... I didn't catch it clearly just now. Could you repeat it, please?"

"I need to know the current status of the Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils and the situation of your original dominator."

"The Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils... has been completely destroyed..."

Standing on Leon's palm with two hind hooves, the terrified unfortunate demon looked up, trembling, and answered:

"I don't know how it happened, just... well, suddenly there was a boom, and most ordinary demons below the great demon just died out. Many demon gods also perished, leaving the Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils in its current state.

As for the lord... I didn't see it myself, but I heard that when he tried to flee the Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils, he was swept into a rainbow. When he emerged again, he was dead, and his body and soul were taken by an Angel to the Pure Land."

Pure Land... Could it be the Angel Saint Mother, very likely Number 5, also got involved?

After listening to the nervous report from the unfortunate demon, Leon furrowed his brow slightly, then raised a hand and tossed the despairing demon into a bundle of dreams, giving it to the old yellow bull beneath to swallow.

No small effort is wasted, and since the original dominator of the Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils couldn't be found, then capture... I mean, save a bunch of great demons and demon gods to take back, not a wasted trip... Then, there's these fragments of the Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils.

Looking up at the deathly silent world surrounding him, Leon noted the huge spatial rifts like unhealed wounds standing between countless ruins and islands, forming insurmountable deadly barriers.

These dangerous cracks, difficult for even demon gods to pass through, had edges flickering with unstable energy currents, occasionally swallowing nearby toxic mist and sulfurous seas inward, or spitting out twisted, broken mountains of bones and Obsidian plains outward.

Judging by appearance, they seem to be some unfortunate islands dragged in, and the demons hiding in these "sanctuaries" are clearly no longer surviving. If I hadn't come, the Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils would become a complete wasteland in another decade or two.

Hmm... Well, choose some fairly intact fragments and transport them to the Stargate leading to the present world as a test. After all, these places remain relatively intact even after a planar-level collision, they should be the essence of the entire Abyss of a Hundred Thousand Evils.

"Alright, expand a little, about half your original size ought to be fine."

Certain that it was a justified visit, Leon vaulted from the back of the old yellow bull, pointing to the isolated islands floating askew in the distance.

"See those fragments with crystal labyrinths on them? Use those as a standard. Transport all fragments with strength greater than or equal to those, along with any surviving demons inside, to [渡], and from there send them through the Stargate to the present world... Can you do that?"