Betrayed by the Succubus, I Raise a Twelve-winged Angel

Aster Grant pondered for a moment and decided to follow Clara Hollis for a look.

He had just arrived at the Demon Abyss and knew nothing about this place.

Clara Hollis, who had been in the Demon Abyss for a long time, naturally understood the Demon Gods.

Although his current strength was not inferior to any Demon God,

it was never wrong to gather more information.

During the journey to the Hearthfire Camp with Clara Hollis, Aster Grant finally learned some basic information about the entire Demon Abyss.

The Demon Abyss comprised ten layers, each an independent world.

Without Clara Hollis to guide him, the path from the tenth layer to the ninth layer would have taken him a long time to find.

In a way, encountering Clara Hollis was rather fortunate.

The Hearthfire Camp was located within a relatively concealed crevice of a rock formation in the eighth layer of the Demon Abyss.

Relying on an ancient Concealment Array and the complex terrain, it managed to survive under the watchful eyes of the Demon Clan for thousands of years.

When Clara Hollis led Aster Grant through the final Concealing Barrier and stepped into the camp territory, it immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

The camp was not large, consisting of about a few hundred people.

Everyone’s faces showed the wear of time, yet their gazes were filled with resilience.

They were full of vigilance and doubt towards the arrival of strangers.

If not for Clara Hollis personally leading the way, all others would have immediately moved to execute him.

Having survived for many years in the Demon Abyss, they had accumulated countless lessons.

Many humans maintained their human appearance, yet their hearts had sided with the Demon Clan.

Once, their mercy had cost them greatly.

Thus, they were now exceedingly cautious around strangers.

At this moment, many camp members paused their activities or training.

Because only the leaders of successive generations had complete custody and inheritance rights over images and detailed information about the Divine Envoy, the specific appearance of the Divine Envoy was unclear.

Now, they were deeply puzzled about the stranger Clara Hollis had brought back.

"Chief, who are these individuals?"

"And their presence... it’s peculiar! Seems like it hasn’t been tainted with the Demon Clan’s aura!"

Murmurs spread among the crowd.

Seeing this, Clara Hollis took a deep breath and walked to a slightly flat high ground at the center of the camp.

She did not immediately explain but turned around, facing all the gathered people.

Standing with her back straight, her voice spread clearly to every corner of the camp:

"People! Lower your weapons, set aside your vigilance! Look at the esteemed figure behind me!"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"I, Clara Hollis, the 137th leader of Hearthfire Camp, today swear in the name of our ancestors, illuminating the path with my will..."

She suddenly raised her arm, pointing to the calmly standing Aster Grant.

"This is the Divine Envoy we have awaited, watched over, and sung praises for generations! Lord Aster Grant, he has returned!!"

"What?!?"

"The Divine Envoy?!?"

"How is this possible?!?"

"After thousands of years... has the Divine Envoy truly returned?!?"

"Could the Chief have made a mistake?"

Clara Hollis’ words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up massive waves!

Cries of surprise, voices of doubt, and murmurs of disbelief rose in succession.

After thousands of years of waiting, and tens of generations of watchfulness, the legend had long grown hazy and distant.

Now, a legendary being suddenly appeared alive before their eyes, the immense shock caused most to understandably feel unreal.

Seeing the clansmen’s reaction, especially the evident doubt in the eyes of several Elders, Clara Hollis felt slightly displeased.

What did this mean?

Did they doubt her judgment?

She was about to speak again to explain Aster Grant’s identity.

However, just then...

Behind Aster Grant, several Beastbond followers who had been standing quietly seemed somewhat impatient with this pointless suspicion.

"Boom—!!"

Several streams, though not deliberately directed, unintentionally spilled a sliver of aura, like a corner of a slumbering Ghorak suddenly revealed, spreading with overwhelming might!

In an instant, the entire Hearthfire Camp fell into dead silence.

All noise, all doubt ceased abruptly.

Everyone felt as though an invisible hand clutched their throat, their breath pausing, their hearts pounding.

This existence transcending their Life tier, merely leaking a hint of aura, made them tremble throughout.

No words were needed; just this slight revelation of aura was enough to prove everything.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

The sound of knees hitting the ground echoed continuously.

From the Elders to the youngest warriors to ordinary folk.

All faces of doubt were replaced by reverence!

"Hail the Divine Envoy!!"

"Welcoming the Divine Envoy’s return!!"

"Hearthfire remains, the Divine Envoy endures!!"

The fervent calls echoed through the entire camp like a mountain torrent.

Clara Hollis watched the scene before her, her eyes getting moist.

She knew that from this moment onward, the faith passed down through thousands of years in the Hearthfire Camp had finally found its reality.

She took a deep breath and walked to the still calmly standing Aster Grant.

In the awed gazes of everyone, she slowly knelt on one knee.

Holding a token crafted from unknown black metal, engraved with flames and hearth patterns, she presented it.

It was the symbol of leadership in the Hearthfire Camp.

"Lord Divine Envoy,"

Clara Hollis’ voice was extremely solemn: "I, Clara Hollis, unworthy of handling the position of leader, have guarded until now."

"Now that the Divine Envoy has returned, the mandate of heaven is fulfilled!"

"Clara Hollis wishes to relinquish the token, beseeching Lord Divine Envoy to reclaim Hearthfire, leading us remnant descendents of the Human Race left behind..."

"To see the light of day again, and counterattack the Demon Clan!"

Her voice wasn’t loud, yet it clearly entered everyone’s ears.

And the eyes of all at that moment intensely focused on Aster Grant, awaiting his response.

Aster Grant’s gaze slowly swept over the figures kneeling, eyes burning with fervent hope.

The flame in their eyes was identical to those he saved alongside Clara years ago.

It was the will to survive that remained unextinguished in despair, the most primal yearning for light and freedom.

He extended his hand and gently lifted it, a gentle Power raising Clara Hollis and all the kneeling clansmen.

"You can continue to keep the Token."

"Hearthfire Camp belongs to each one of you here, I will not lead you."

Clara Hollis was startled, her hands holding the Token trembling slightly, a flicker of urgency in her eyes.

Aster Grant saw her thoughts and shook his head slightly:

"Naturally, my purpose this time..."

His gaze returned to Clara Hollis and all the clansmen listening intently, his words crystal clear:

"Is to eradicate every Demon God within the Demon Abyss—"

"Leave none behind, annihilate them all."

With those words, the entire Hearthfire Camp plunged into a silence akin to death.

It was not due to disbelief, nor was it fear.

But it was a shock struck by such an immense goal.

Yet at that moment, they completely believed...

The Lord Divine Envoy’s words would undoubtedly come true!

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