I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 427. The Demon of Calamity, Resurrected?!

Evil Golem.

In the pitch-black space, a fiery red pattern rotated on the ground.

Xia Feng stood before the golden gate at the center of the formation with empty eyes. After a while, his dark pupils regained their liveliness.

At the same time, long legs in a star-studded dress stepped out from the golden gate. Through the light membrane, a majestic woman with a pale dragon tail trailing behind her hips and a dark gold cross imprinted between her brows stepped out of the gate.

Suddenly—the gate to the world closed in an instant, disappearing along with the formation on the ground.

Di Si casually glanced around with her majestic vertical pupils, before finally focusing her gaze on the face of the man directly in front of her.

Is this the believer's physical body? Her expression was calm, and the dragon tail behind her star-studded dress swayed unconsciously from side to side.

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Meanwhile, the outside world.

A towering 30-meter-tall eye sculpture stands majestically in the center, while two six-eyed demons kneel in worship on the high steps directly in front.

With a slight fluctuation in space, a three-meter-tall giant ape quietly stepped out from beside the two six-eyed monsters.

However, he was completely covered in imposing black armor, with two silver-white horns on his forehead and seven blood-red pupils on his face below the horns.

—There is one star in the middle, with two more extending out from the top, bottom left, and bottom right, forming a triangular star arrangement.

Seven indifferent pupils gazed up at the towering demon sculpture.

The two six-eyed demons beside him stopped chanting and asked in a low voice, "Holy King Puxiu, the Evil Demon Statue only has this one last chance to 'project into the world.' Should we really use this opportunity to help that 'miscellaneous person'?"

No need for further words.

The seven blood-red eyes on the face of the Holy King Puxiu trembled slightly, emitting a majestic and indifferent voice, "Help that 'miscellaneous person' obtain an A-grade spirit garment, and we will obtain a spot to enter the 'Sea of ​​Calamity.' This is not only giving face to the [Bone-Faced Supreme], but also a reasonable trade."

Miscellaneous people refer to humans who possess the appearance or abilities of the Nightmare race due to various reasons or means; half-Nightmare and Nightmare-transformed individuals belong to this category.

Such people are not only unpopular in the Empire, but also disliked in the Nightmare Realm. Even though many miscellaneous people try to integrate into Nightmare society, they are still ostracized.

However, it is undeniable that these people not only possess the skills of a Spirit Master, but can also use the skills of the Nightmare Clan, making them significantly stronger than their peers.

Therefore, many tribes of the Nightmare Clan selectively accept some non-humans into their ranks, while some tribes have always been xenophobic, believing that non-humans are just like humans, both food and heretics.

The Eling Clan held the same view. Pu Xiu was the Seven-Eyed Calamity of the Eling Clan and ranked among the Holy Kings, so naturally he disliked outsiders.

"Legend has it that our Eling race was once a tribe under the command of the Emo, and was revered as a holy race in ancient times. If this great king could truly be resurrected, our Eling race might truly be able to return to its former glory."

The sacrificial ceremony had paused briefly, and the eyes of the demons in the square rolled around as hushed conversations began to circulate.

“I have heard that this great king will be resurrected from the Evil Demon Statue and once again descend upon the Nightmare Realm. It is truly a pity that we would destroy this Evil Demon Statue just for a chance to enter the ‘Sea of ​​Evil Demons’.”

"Ha, just a legend. I've also heard that the Evil Demon will be revived in the Evil Demon Sea."

"Boom-"

Pu Xiu lightly stomped his foot on the ground, his seven blood-red eyes surveying the crowd below the plaza with indifferent gaze.

The crowd immediately fell silent, bowing their heads in fear.

"As Polcius's maxims show, the Evil Demon will be a calamity for our Nightmare race, a devil destined to destroy the Nightmare Realm."

The Holy King Puxiu's blood-red eyes remained calm as he glared at the assembled demons. "Anyone who dares to utter another word of nonsense will be personally sent to meet the Evil Demon."

"Yes." The hordes of nightmares bowed their heads in fear and responded in unison.

"Continue the sacrificial ceremony."

The solemn chanting continued to echo through the heavens and earth.

At the same time, the space around the two Six-Eyed Nightmares fluctuated again, and a middle-aged man wearing a wide gray robe and a skull sword at his waist quietly appeared. The man's face was deathly pale, and he was bald, but a white bone spider was perched on his head, and the neat black letter VII was engraved below his right eye.

After stepping out of the space, he respectfully clasped his hands and bowed to the Holy King Puxiu:
“Your Majesty, the construction of the ‘projection channel’ may need to be accelerated. The people of the Holy Division of District 19 are already wreaking havoc within the Blood Sea Calamity. Only your descent into the Blood Sea Calamity can turn the tide.”

Pu Xiu glanced at the man. He didn't know the man's name, nor did he care. He would just call him Spider Man for now.

Pu Xiu glanced at the spider-man and said calmly, "What exactly are you doing in the Blood Sea Calamity Realm? Why go to such lengths?"

"For the A-grade spirit paper, Blood Spirit Throne," the spider-man replied respectfully.

"Oh? The throne?" Upon hearing this, the Holy King Puxiu became interested.

He had naturally heard of the Blood Spirit Throne's reputation. This was not a normal A-grade spirit garment. Back then, the second pillar of the empire, the Pillar of State, used this spirit garment to wreak havoc on the battlefield, and all the evil spirits avoided him.

I never expected that this spirit paper would be leaked to the outside world.

The solemn chanting continued, the majestic and deep voices echoing throughout heaven and earth.

They chanted these incantations, not because they truly wanted to revive the evil demons, but simply as a necessary ritual to open the 'projection channel'.

As for the fantastical tales of the awakening of the Evil Demon, they only exist in casual conversation and boasting.

Nobody will actually believe that.

"O ancient king, heed our call."

"Your people are here, witnessing your awakening."

"May you..."

As if nearing its end, the flames of the sacrificial furnaces at both ends of the long, dark steps below surged even more fiercely, and amidst the overwhelming momentum, eighteen gray-white pillars of fire shot into the sky.

"Om-"

The sculpture's surface is constructed from specially crafted spirit stones of abyssal blackness. Its central, crimson pupils, one large and one small, indifferently gaze upon the earth, but at this moment, like the true eyes of a god, they suddenly gleam with golden light.

It was as if his lifeless eyes suddenly became lively, and a faint, holy golden wave quietly spread out.

In the square, beneath the statue of the evil spirit, the crowd looked up in astonishment, but saw nothing.

"What was that just now?"

They vaguely sensed that the demonic statue had suddenly become sentient for a moment, as if something had broken free of its seal and awakened!
Is it just an illusion?

The crowd was bewildered. The two six-eyed demons under the statue of the evil demon looked at each other, and then turned their heads to look at the Holy King beside them.

"Holy King Puxiu, just now..." they asked tentatively, somewhat bewildered, "was something breaking the seal just now?"

King Puxiu remained silent, for he too was filled with dread.

Compared to these lower-level Nightmare Clan members, he was much stronger and therefore more able to sense what had just happened.

The divine aura and the terrifying energy that seemed to be breaking through the seal almost made him think he was going to die.

But it only lasted for a moment, and then the feeling vanished again, as if it were an illusion.

The spider-man also looked up in astonishment, gazing at the towering statue, his neck stiff and his face filled with confusion.

At this moment, everyone had an unbelievable thought in their minds.

"The Demon Lord has revived?"

(End of this chapter)