Bizarre Realm-Chapter 383 - 30: Three Paths of Purgatory! Demon Lord

"Isn’t this what you wanted? ... The bloodline origin of the Horn Clan is converging towards you! ..."

"Father..."

"Don’t you want immortality? We now present you with the power of immortality! ..."

Amidst countless overlapping echoes, the elder’s massive, mountainous figure fell to the ground. From the myriad whispers, he clearly heard the voices of his sons. They should be dead, drained of their bloodline, yet now they had come back to life.

Centered around the Black Tower, all the Horn Clan members within the Ring City emitted cries of agonizing pain at this moment.

The Extraordinary Essence within their bodies went out of control.

Save for a few powerful Transcendents who survived, the Horn Clan members all exploded into heaps of filthy flesh, only to recongeal as writhing black masses.

Strands of blood-red threads floated in the night sky, seemingly imbued with powerful magic power, converging into countless blood lines and madly flooding into the top of the Black Tower. Without a Church, Priest, or temple—without any preparation for the Ascension Ceremony—the elder’s Path to Divinity was forcibly initiated. From the start, this ceremony was beyond his control; he was merely a puppet, long orchestrated by the Death Demigod.

"Vessel of Greed!"

The elder seemed to have grasped his last straw of hope, crawling madly toward the throne. Clutching a cyan-blue ceramic vessel with all his might, he wailed, "Save me! ... Stop them! ... I command you to stop all this! ..."

Heh heh.

A swirling black whirlwind circled above the grand hall, gradually forming into a colossal entity with an upper half resembling a black Divine Monster and a lower half a spiraling hurricane. The entirety of the palace seemed unable to contain its form, tearing the hall’s ceiling apart and revealing a monstrously grimacing head peering from the apex of the tower.

"Dear Leach Horn, you have made a total of one hundred seventy-two wishes with me."

The swirling Wind Elemental Demigod’s eyes gleamed with a strange light as He grinned maliciously, "According to our contract, your soul and body have long been mine."

Innumerable black sludge poured from the ancient vessel, swallowing the corpulent elder before him. His body began to further expand, akin to a towering mound of flesh. The Divine Monster’s specter started overlapping with his flesh, as innumerable blood-red threads surged into his body. A grayish web of Power of Faith formed, coalescing into a massive cocoon-like mound of flesh.

"Power of Faith! ..."

The Divine Monster-like Wind Elemental Demigod sighed and murmured, "I’m finally free! ..."

As He opened His mouth, streams of souls flew from all directions of the Ring City. However, they did not enter His Divine Kingdom, but were instead swallowed directly into His gaping maw, which was akin to a black vortex, persistently devouring faith and souls. His body expanded like an inflating balloon, swelling to tens of meters in height in just a few breaths.

At this moment, thousands of mortals died in their sleep, and their bodies began undergoing shocking changes as strands of black hair frantically grew over them.

Ring City, Inner City District, Majestic Hall.

At some unknown time, the bright moon in the sky had transformed into a blood moon. Before the shrine of the Majestic Hall, a kneeling middle-aged noble slowly stood up. He gazed towards the Black Tower in the distance, staring at the cocoon of blood and the humanoid silhouette formed by the swirling hurricane. He solemnly declared, "The servants of the Ancient Tomb King have begun harvesting souls."

"Servants of Mordyian."

"These souls and corpses belong only to the great God of Mysterious Cold Bone!"

"Awaken the Ghouls."

Roar!

A series of greedy, ravenous roars rose. Throughout the streets and alleys of the Ring City, hunched figures rose at some unknown moment. Their muscles began to bulge, and black hair sprouted all over their bodies. Their hideous heads split at the lips, revealing sharp fangs and teeth.

The Plague of Death had long engulfed this city.

In a mere half-hour.

Over a hundred thousand living beings in the Ring City, akin to walking corpses, died one after another, either transforming into Ghouls or into zombies. From the filth of the sewers, hordes of undead creatures emerged. In the direction of the Great Tomb, countless skeletons piled like mountains, automatically merging together with the dirt of the Land of Desecration, forming massive entities nearly a hundred meters tall from tens of thousands of corpses. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

—Corpse Tomb Demon!

One by one, Corpse Witches appeared around the Great Tomb, tearing open Teleportation Gates accompanied by reflections of space being realized. The pitch-black sky seemed torn asunder, and a colossal fortress materialized in the sky above the Ring City, appearing like a magnificent mausoleum.

"The master’s mausoleum has descended." A Witch Demon laughed exuberantly, raising a Magic Staff towards the Black Tower ahead, "Servants!"

"Let them feel the true power of Death!"

From the rolling earth, Skeleton Guards crawled out from beneath, forming an undead legion of thousands in an instant.

Under the night sky, countless screams of terror echoed.

Slaughter.

This was an inhumane massacre. Triggered by a Blood Sacrifice Ceremony, tens of thousands of undead creatures surged from the Ring City. In their eyes, there was no emotion, only the hunger of the undead, the difference between the living and the dead.