Great! I'm surrounded by villains!-Chapter 443 - 362: Teleportation Ceremony

This was some kind of summoning ritual.

Even Duan Mingyuan, who had never dealt with spells before, could see the Believers’ intention.

When the skull’s eye sockets lit up, a twisted figure appeared.

"Begin the ritual, I will descend here."

Deep, it sounded as if it came from a distant world, filled with oppression.

The skull was enshrined in the center of the array, yet the voice seemed to stand high above them, looking down. Duan Mingyuan detected excitement in the voice; it seemed to have seen the vista of the Holy City and was eager to join the festivities.

The Dark Night Witch had mentioned that Void Demons were a general term, and in fact, the Land of Eternal Night harbored a variety of demons, including some truly bloodthirsty and belligerent tribes that had been the vanguard in wars against the Sun King’s people.

Duan Mingyuan’s subsequent investigations indirectly confirmed the witch’s statements.

In the first war with the Sun King’s people, the Void Demons had not used any cunning tactics. At that time, darkness enveloped most of the galaxies; human strength was like a flame in the dark, facing an unimaginably large army of demons.

So the overconfident Void Demons adopted the simplest and most crude tactic—F2A.

They believed that as long as they assembled a troop and randomly charged forward, they could annihilate all the Sun King’s offspring.

However, history had proven the pitfalls of the F2A tactic numerous times.

The consequence of gathering all elite forces together was receiving a blow from "Fierce Sun Fusion."

There were many descriptions of "Fierce Sun Fusion" in "Genesis," which seemed to be a powerful ability the Sun King held in reserve. At that time, the Void Demons, crowded like infantry, suffered a nuclear blast, and almost immediately their commanders received the message, "I need to regroup."

Duan Mingyuan speculated that perhaps the Believers intended to summon a Warlord from the ranks of the Void Demons.

"Genesis" also described such demons.

The Warlord was massive, about fifteen meters tall; its weapon was a giant axe formed from Chaotic Energy. Any contact with Chaotic Energy could erode the human body to varying extents.

Those with poor resistance would explode on the spot, while those with somewhat stronger resistance would be influenced by the demons and gradually fall into the evil camp.

It was recorded that only one of the Sun King’s offspring, by sheer willpower, had resisted the erosion.

Duan Mingyuan hid in the shadows, ready.

Time ticked away. The Believers chose an excellent location; under the cover of a fireworks display, no one passed by, allowing them ample preparation time.

As if influenced by the voice of the skull, each of their faces bore a cruel, bloodthirsty smile.

Soon, a Warlord several meters tall would descend upon the Holy City.

They too were well-versed in the descriptions of these monsters in "Genesis," which noted their high resistance to Scorching Sun Power; only the Imperial Guard of the Sun King could break their defenses.

However, that was an old story from the past.

The Sun King’s Imperial Guard corresponded to today’s squad of Judges, but unlike those veterans of past wars, today’s Judges had no experience in fighting with a Warlord.

They could already envision the scene of the Warlord’s massacre in the Holy City.

Then—

The situation stalled.

Duan Mingyuan had made ample preparations. The Warlord, just below the creators among the Void Demons, emerged as a war machine from countless tribes, and he guessed that the opponent would probably not follow his instructions like a parasite.

A battle was inevitable; however, he grew tired of waiting, and the Believers made no progress.

Clearly, they were having trouble in the process of summoning the Warlord.

The ritual array had been altered six times until the smiles on their faces disappeared, replaced by confusion and bewilderment.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Clearly, the Warlord’s enthusiasm had also been heavily struck.

Duan Mingyuan could imagine a giant creature in the Land of Eternal Night, poised with a huge axe planted into the ground, ready to slaughter, only to receive a system notification:

"There are 3271 players ahead of you, estimated waiting time: 3 hours 21 minutes."

As the saying goes, strength falters after the initial burst, then weakens and finally exhausts, Duan Mingyuan could even hear its morale sinking through the furious curses it uttered.

"Please stay calm, Lord Warlord, this time it will definitely work!"

The Believers even specifically assigned a customer service representative to soothe the Warlord’s irascible temper.

This was already the sixth time she had said the same thing, and even Duan Mingyuan was beginning to doubt it.

He then looked at a Believer holding a dark green torch, which was already half burned, yet he kept muttering incomprehensible words, bending over and asserting himself with a long speech, before plunging the torch back into the skull.

With a "puff—" sound, the skull’s curses said it all.

"You ****ing ****!"

Having lost patience, the Warlord spoken in its native dialect, it had completely lost patience with this squad of Believers and secretly resolved that the first thing it would do upon arriving in this world through the teleportation ritual was to smash this band of fools into meat pies.

On the battlefield, a group of fools is more despicable than the enemy.

"Where’s that witch? Where did she go? Call her over."

"The Dark Night Lady is... preparing another ritual."

The customer service was sweating profusely.

With the seventh failure, they had already tried all possibilities, but in fact, no one knew better than them that every attempt after the second was futile, a self-deceiving act only to pacify the Warlord’s mood.

The truth was, no one knew what bug had occurred in this teleportation ritual.

"It’s because there was a problem in your energy conversion."

Equally intolerant, Duan Mingyuan finally jumped out from behind the building, had he not shown up then, the torch would have burned out, and heaven knows if these people had prepared an extra torch.

He didn’t want to have spent a whole night lying in wait, only to miss seeing the Warlord’s face due to a "program bug."

"Who’s there!?"

The Believers were alert at the same time, they positioned themselves, ready to fight to the death.

They needed to perform in front of the Warlord to recover their image from being considered "useless."

Perhaps...

Perhaps the reason the ritual had repeatedly failed was that it lacked a sacrifice!

The Believer holding the torch had a revelation, coming up with a setting that no one had ever told him about.

"Prepare to die!"

He snarled and swung the torch, charging at Duan Mingyuan first.

"Don’t extinguish the fire!"

His response was a fierce rebuke.

When he came to his senses, the Believer found himself lying on the ground, the torch now taken by Duan Mingyuan.

"Watch closely, the first step, use the torch to light the strange incense on the skull."

Duan Mingyuan didn’t know what these people were thinking, but he had completely figured it out.

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