Abyss Summoner

Either you kill the other side yourself, or you let them escape and become a future scourge lurking at your heart.

Chen Feng’s pupils shrank into a thin line. He was like a wild cat that had spotted a mouse; hunger had already driven it mad. In a flash faster than thunder, he raised the Longsword in his hand, drew a golden arc, and hacked straight ahead.

"No!"

Through the Demon Horn, Chen Feng caught a desperate roar at that moment; he could even see the terrified expression surfacing on the other’s face.

None of this was supposed to happen.

"A being like me with such powerful strength—how could I lose to a mere human..."

"Psshhh!"

A raging wind swept in!

The other’s thoughts were cut off mid-stream, because at the same instant Chen Feng’s sword cleaved into his neck. In midair, a blossom of red blood-mist burst open, and then a [silhouette] appeared on the ground.

Along with the blood gushing forth, this mysterious powerhouse’s head flew under the Flame Longsword, and his massive body crashed heavily to the ground. In that final instant before death descended, he seemed still to be lamenting some kind of injustice.

[Don’t be afraid. We’re all going to die!]

Placed here, this line felt strangely fitting.

He seemed to be wearing some kind of leather armor, and held a weapon resembling a scimitar in his hand. As for his neck, many thin fleshy tubes grew there, connecting back and forth with his head—everywhere he revealed a pervasive strangeness.

[Legendary-level powerhouse!]

Chen Feng’s guess was correct; the other really was a legendary expert. Even though he was already dead, his terrifying aura still lingered around them, like a Headless Knight endlessly searching day after day for his lost head. Once his soul found his body, he would complete his resurrection!

Chen Feng lowered his head, his expression faintly displeased. After he had gone to such lengths, how could he possibly give the other a chance to resurrect?

The Endless Sword rose and then nailed down into the other’s spine. Its dreadful burning power could destroy the monster’s organs in a short time; even if he did resurrect, what he obtained would be nothing more than a body with no meaning whatsoever.

Wei Xun picked up the other’s head. On that face were four tendrils and two huge eyes. The dead man stared fixedly forward, his gaze dense with rage and unwillingness.

Even though it was only a severed head, it still carried residual might. The monsters behind Wei Xun seemed to blur a little at this moment, as if they were under some kind of pressure.

There seemed to be a pattern on the monster’s face.

"Push aside the tendrils on top," Chen Feng said in a low voice.

No matter how terrifying the opponent had been in life, now he was nothing but a corpse. Wei Xun used his hand to lift aside those tendrils, and the moment he touched them, he felt a slick wetness. The sensation was so nauseating, like touching a near-rotting corpse in a reeking sewer—almost unbearable.

Fortunately, Wei Xun had no wish to make a fool of himself in front of Chen Feng. No matter how disgusting it felt, he still used his hand to lift the tendrils, revealing the pattern hidden beneath.

It was a...

A bloodstained, brown-furred beast claw!

Chen Feng frowned, combing through the memories in his mind at full speed. Because of his connection to the Abyss, he had mastered much knowledge; to retrieve it, he needed some time to identify and sift through it.

Evil God: Mara!

Power: Weak Gods level Divine Power

Aliases: Beast King, Black-blood Leopard.

Holy symbol: precisely that bloodstained, brown-furred beast claw before them.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Domains mastered: Bloodlust, Evil Beastmen, Hunters, Beasts and Monsters, Tracking.

Believers: Hunters, evil Beastmen, highly intelligent carnivores, Rangers, Druids.

Favored weapons: Beast claws (razor-claw bracers)

Mara is a primitive, savage God, obsessed with blood-soaked hunts and slaughter. When he manifests, his appearance is that of a great catlike predator with bloodstained black fur, its body powerful and lithe. He likes to inject fear into his prey bit by bit, then slowly inhale and savor their terror. The Beast King bears different names in different regions.

The Abyss had not granted Chen Feng knowledge belonging to just a single plane. Perhaps too many races lived within it; countless places he had never heard of, regions even his imagination could not encompass, now appeared in his mind.

In the Vihong Bay region he is called "The Stalker"; in the Great Ice River and Endless Ice Field he is known as "The Ripper"; the Wushi Jia Man Race call him the "Blue Bear," while among the Beastman tribes of the Supreme Forest he is known as "Heni."

"Vihong Bay? Great Ice River? What the hell are these places?" Having so much strange knowledge dumped into him at once, Chen Feng felt a faint ache in his head. He stopped probing these regions. With his current strength, he could not store too much knowledge; overreaching would turn him into a true imbecile!

As for the other’s doctrine, Chen Feng even felt a faint sense of resonance.

Survival of the fittest, the strong devour the weak—this is the Way of Mara.

Brutal, blood-soaked slaughter and death possess great significance. The showdown between Hunter and prey is the critical juncture of life—a decisive moment that determines who lives and who dies.

Thou shalt treat every major task in thy life as a hunt. Only the vigilant survive. Thou shalt move and hunt fearlessly in the wilds. In any case, savagery and passion surpass reason and careful thought. Thou shalt taste the blood of those who die by thy hand; therefore thou must never slay thy prey from afar.