Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 678 - 387: The Hell Titan’s Recruitment: Call Me Father
In the city’s dilapidated ruins, like the central imprint of a celestial crater left by a falling star, the broken Gate of Hell stood at the bottom. The swirling dark mist boiled, and tens of thousands of devils crawled on the ground or flapped their bat wings in the sky, filling the collected souls to repair the Gate of Hell.
It’s an utterly horrifying scene. The sky has already been contaminated by the demonic qi emitted by the Gate of Hell, completely darkening, unable to let sunlight penetrate and illuminate this place.
This is a dark land, where the Kingdom Capital, once favored by the Divine holding the Sun Divine Office, has turned into this state, which can officially be described as a grand irony.
Even more ironic is that this scene of ruin and extinction was caused by the Sovereigns themselves, and the source symbolizing destruction and sin was once the symbol of their glory.
The Fiery Sun Kingdom Capital was built atop the grand Hell Seal, with the ambition of seeing through thousands of years by the first Monarch. He anticipated that his descendants would inherit his will, bear his glory, and eternally suppress Hell.
Unfortunately, the world changed, the sun concealed, glory fell, evil revived, and the dark clouds from Hell occluded the sky, with the colossal shadow representing the Evil Demon Lords faintly appearing amidst the dark clouds.
When Noah arrived nearby, what he saw was an apocalyptic scene: bones exposed in the wild, vengeful spirits filled the sky. However, no matter how venomous the evil spirits were, they were merely consumables and food in front of the demons specializing in souls, truly a human tragedy.
The Holy Dragon, descending upon seeing such a tragic scene, showed no compassion or lament in his eyes. These were not his people, and they did not pledge allegiance or pay him even a copper coin in taxes; life and death were irrelevant to him, and he was not responsible for it.
Noah’s gaze rested on the dark clouds, while the Hell Legion stationed near the Gate of Hell, busy collecting souls and repairing the terrifying portal, did not enter Noah’s sight at all.
He’s no longer the fledgling of the past. These seemingly terrifying Hell Legions, perhaps experienced in blood battles and honing, without equivalent combat forces to restrain them, are nothing but cannon fodder to him.
What truly caught his attention was the enormous and terrifying phantom hovering atop the Gate of Hell, a projection dispatched by Hell’s will.
Before the Gate of Hell is attacked, these seemingly terrifying outlines are merely shadows, but once the Gate is threatened, these shadows would draw forth the original intent, forming godlike avatars.
However, unlike divine avatars, all the consumption produced by the Hell Lord’s projection is supplied by Hell’s will. This is why Hell Lord avatars can counter divine avatars.
The essence of both sides is fundamentally different, but they can stalemate on certain battlefields because Hell’s will compensates for the gap.
Noah does not care about these; to him, they are insignificant. Even the Gate of Hell, which has a probability of being overturned by divine avatars, can certainly be resolved.
He can, with his own strength, suppress this calamity that could sweep across continents and cause planes to fall, so he confidently strides to the vicinity of the Gate of Hell.
Noah’s unmasked approach immediately stimulated the Gate of Hell, as the vast Hell Demon Energy erupted, forming a dark ink-colored pillar piercing the sky. Simultaneously, the once-hovering colossal outlines above the Gate of Hell began to fill instantly.
In this process, the myriad monsters hovering around the Gate of Hell, responsible for soul scavenging and repair, also noticed Noah’s presence.
Without any hesitation, accompanied by the blowing of the Bronze Horn, horned demons clad in iron armor and wielding long spears formed arrays. Meanwhile, higher demons, resembling undead, began gathering, and they were bone giants, each resembling a walking fortress.
One after another, demons assembled in battle formations formulated for blood wars. Subsequently, amidst the sound of the horn, without hesitation, they charged towards Noah.
This is the discipline of demons. As creatures, they cherish life and fear death. But as hellish demons, once stepping into the battlefield, orders from higher-ups are absolute, even if it means certain death.
This is one of the factors allowing demons, despite being less than one-tenths the size of the Abyss, to battle Abyss evenly. Of course, more importantly, Abyss contains too many chaotic idiots who attack friend and foe alike.
However, the demons’ orders are never meaningless. Upper demons are indifferent to the deaths and injuries of lower demons, but all casualties must be significant and rewarding. Demons never engage in unprofitable transactions.
At this moment, with no choice, the numerous demons had to charge towards Noah with a fatal resolve. Their purpose was to delay Noah’s actions, striving for time for the Hell Lord’s will to descend, even if it meant being obliterated.
Faced with the Devil Army, commanded by the Deep Prison Refining Demon, charging towards him, Noah took no actions. Instead, he merely performed a single Word Spirit.
Word Spirit·Tyrant
The gaze swept across, where the Sovereign’s might reached, crushing with tyrant-like authority.
At this moment, numbers completely lost their significance, or rather, the number of this demon army guarding the Gate of Hell had not reached the point of qualitative change.
