Chapter 1475: Chapter 908: The Future Belongs to the Abyss! (2)

He suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of ominous premonition.

At the same time.

Far on the other side of the continent, on the Western Continent opposite the Eastern Continent where numerous races reside, a wisp of soul drifted towards the Great Demon City shrouded in Miasma Fog, merging into the black giant tree that pierced the sky—the trunk of the Great Demon Tree.

Countless huge black Flying Dragons hovered above the Great Demon Tree, their black bodies even obscuring the sky. They let out mournful howls due to their unfulfilled desires.

The entire Great Demon City could hear their howls, and the other residents of the city considered this a sign of the Demon King’s imminent resurrection, as they could not otherwise explain the Demon Dragons’ excitement.

Only the Priests residing in the Divine Temple beside the Great Demon Tree knew why the Demon Dragons roared.

"Are these bastards’ appetites still not satisfied? This year’s food budget for them has already exceeded!"

A young Priest of the Demon Clan wore a face full of complaints, discontented that these Demon Dragons constantly cried out in hunger but refused to eat the food given to them, demanding things like "cream cakes," "doughnuts," "macarons," and other foods unheard of by the Demon Clan!

How was the Demon Clan supposed to serve them?

The Priest of the Demon Clan was truly impatient and told the Demon Dragons they should find these foods themselves if they could, suggesting they raid the places where these foods were produced.

As a result, the arrogant Demon Dragons who usually showed off to the Demon Clan suddenly drooped their wings and timidly replied:

"We don’t dare..."

What was going on!

Just as the young Priest was fuming and unsure how to deal with the Demon Dragons, an elegantly audible footstep approached from behind.

He didn’t even need to turn his head to know who it was and immediately bowed his head in salute:

"High Priestess Onora."

Walking behind him was none other than Onora, who had already risen to the high position of High Priestess.

Just as in the past, her beauty made one want to gaze at her forever. Her fair skin, braided blonde hair, motherly figure, and simple elegant white long dress seemed like a dance on the fetishes of all intelligent creatures in this world!

Yet, the young Priest of the Demon Clan dared not lift his head to take another look at this captivating figure because he preferred staying alive over indulging his eyes.

Standing before him was no mere beauty but a super combat power that had recently quelled a once-in-a-century monster riot with force!

"Hmm."

Onora gently nodded, softly parting her red lips as she seemed to transmit something inaudible to outsiders to the howling Demon Dragons above.

The next moment, something miraculous happened. The Demon Dragons that the young Priest could not calm suddenly closed their mouths obediently and returned to their nests on the Great Demon Tree.

"This... this is just too miraculous, it’s simply a Miracle!"

Onora ignored the continuous praise from the Demon Clan Priest behind her and headed straight for the altar connected to the Great Demon Tree.

As she stepped onto the altar, the guards following her instinctively stopped, leaving space for the High Priestess to communicate with the Great Demon Tree alone.

A barrier of runes rose on the altar, isolating everything from being spied upon. Everything Onora said and thought next would not be detected in any form. This barrier was the mighty power left by the former Demon King.

She took a gentle breath, placing her seemingly frail hand on the Great Demon Tree’s dark, rough bark.

In her closed eyes, there seemed to be a flash of light as she saw the memories of the recent soul that merged into the Great Demon Tree.

It was the memory of a Demon Clan member who infiltrated the Eastern Continent under the alias Martin.

After achieving his objective, if returning to the Great Demon City became difficult, he had to commit suicide to return his soul to the Great Demon Tree. This was a fundamental quality possessed by every Demon Clan spy. In such moments, they would not hesitate.

Besides, Martin’s death was ordered by Onora herself.

About a minute later, she removed her hand from the Great Demon Tree, yet her calm lips already curled into an alluring smile.

Those familiar with her knew that when Onora displayed an obvious smile rather than merely a curl of her lips, it meant she was actually delighted enough to warrant a dance!

"Truly, seeing is believing."

She softly caressed her eyes covered by an eyepatch, her tone filled with emotion.

"Finally, I behold the Abyss."

"It is indeed so beautiful."

"That profound black capable of containing the entire world..."

"Ah, I can no longer bear it; I wish to go to the Sain Dungeon immediately."

"Couldn’t it open a Teleportation Gate here?"

Onora’s tone unexpectedly carried a hint of playful complaint, and this tone matched with her returning to a stoic expression looked somewhat bizarre. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

To outsiders, it seemed she was using some unknown, grandiose method to communicate with the Great Demon Tree.

No one imagined she was actually complaining about Sain Dungeon like a resentful girl.

No one would know this contradiction.

So far, she had dispatched an unknown number of the Demon Clan through special channels towards Scameroon, and Martin was the one who had the most contact with the Abyss. Now, with nothing further to unearth at the Little Longde Ruins, Martin’s usefulness was nearly at an end.

Thus, he was used to offer her a first-person view of the Abyss—this was Martin’s supreme honor.

Just as Onora calmed down, she recalled recent major events.

Originally, she dispatched the Demon Clan to Scameroon only to seek Sain Dungeon and the Abyss.

Unexpectedly, Scameroon hid a big fish of significant origins.

"If the historical records are accurate, that figure is closest to the Demon King. Over long years, who knows how much his power has grown—it really shouldn’t be underestimated."

The big fish she referred to was the enigmatic Huang Guang.

The Demon Clan she dispatched to Scameroon was discovered and captured by Huang Guang, who then traced his connection to her.

Upon hearing of Huang Guang, Onora was shocked to the point of being momentarily speechless.

Huang Guang openly declared his identity and demanded Onora’s complete submission, instructing her to send more Demon Clan members to cooperate with his impending action.

After the action concluded, Huang Guang would rule the world, holding the entire globe in his grasp!

By then, wouldn’t Onora achieve success and be promoted by contributing as a kingmaker?

Would an ordinary person hesitate in such a situation? They would kneel to Huang Guang without a second thought. Why exert oneself when you could cling to such an ancient thigh—how could such an advantageous opportunity exist...

However, if Onora were ordinary, she wouldn’t have become the High Priestess.

"That guy’s strong. The entire Great Demon City couldn’t match him, and even I couldn’t contend against him. Even if a new Demon King were born now, perhaps it..."

"In such circumstances, any wise person would choose to submit."

"But, I refuse."

Onora opened her eyes.

Those eyes were purely the color of pitch-black.

"The Demon King is already an outdated relic. What does it matter if an ancient one commanding such power suddenly becomes active again? The outdated should obediently head to the scrap heap."

"There’s hardly any Demon King who has defeated a Hero—doesn’t that indicate the need to abandon the incompetent Power of the King?"

"The future undoubtedly belongs to the Abyss—only through transformation will the Demon Clan find new paths."

Onora’s intentions were already obvious.

She would certainly not obediently assist that ancient relic!

"The Great Demon Tree also possesses many good things, let me help you, senior."

This Priestess of the Demon Clan revealed a dangerous smile.