Enshrinement as a God

The old man's narrowed eyes twitched subtly.

"Something is strange..."

"What's wrong?"

The Blood Demon Lord, also sensing the unusual atmosphere, raised his Blood Demon Divine Art to prepare for any contingency.

The pyramid on the old man's hand, as if it still couldn't come to its senses, shook violently here and there, and then finally lost its power and fell from the air onto the old man's palm.

A grim light flickered in the old man's hollow eye sockets.

The fact that the artifact that had been showing the direction had lost its power so helplessly meant that some unusual force had acted upon it.

"Hmm... Sorma... Ramu Kalteo..."

As the old man muttered something in a language of the West that he couldn't understand, the Blood Demon Lord, with his internal energy fully raised, guarded the old man while being wary of his surroundings.

"Sha, Arjira!"

As if the spell was over, the old man raised his gaunt hands, and a red glow began to emanate from the blood-red jewel embedded in the faded pendant around his neck.

A strong single beam of red light pierced through the fog and shot straight towards somewhere.

"It's over there."

As the old man, as if extremely exhausted, managed to utter a word, the Blood Demon Lord did not delay and immediately unleashed his Blood Rain Divine Palm.

Boom!

With a loud ringing sound, the old man staggered and struggled to regain his posture.

The Blood Demon Lord and the old man, who had discovered something towering in front of them in the momentarily brightened view, could not hide their surprise and astonishment.

"What... is this?"

It was a kind of huge stone pagoda.

The shape was completely unfamiliar to the old man, and it was clearly of the style of the Central Plains here.

But on closer inspection, he could see familiar characters written all over the pagoda.

"Runes!"

Runic, or the language of power called the language of dragons with respect.

The characters themselves contained power, and depending on the method and order of their shapes, they could create a myriad of harmonies. It was something that could never be seen here.

Even in his homeland, it was an ancient sorcery known only to a few dwarves called Rune Masters or those who were deeply engrossed in the demonic path.

Moreover, between the runes, there were things that looked like characters from the Central Plains carved, and the characters from the Central Plains were also emitting an unknown power, and their prestige was no small matter.

"Don't tell me... the sorcery of two worlds..."

"What on earth is that?"

The power of the stone pagoda was so great that even the Blood Demon Lord, who was a layman in sorcery or magic, could feel it.

What was more surprising was that this strange object, which made the hair on his whole body stand on end, had been hidden until now.

If it hadn't been for the sorcery that the old man and the Blood Demon Lord had displayed together, they wouldn't have even known that such a thing was right in front of them.

"It's ominous to no end!"

The pagoda was so dangerous that even the old man who lived on death found it creepy.

The Blood Demon Lord also showed hostility and anxiety towards the strange pagoda.

For the first time in a while, the two men's minds were one.

"Break it."

"Hmph!"

The Blood Demon Lord raised his Blood Demon Divine Art and flew a palm strike towards the ominous pagoda in front of him in one go.

"Blood Rain Divine Palm!"

Crash!

The Blood Rain Divine Palm, which was displayed with a loud roar, could not even get close to the pagoda and was blocked by something.

"Old Ancestor Hongjun."

The Blood Demon Lord, confirming the opponent who had blocked his palm strike, let out a short groan.

He had come face to face with the one he had hoped to meet the least.

"To come here after going around in circles, isn't this the palm of the Buddha?"

It was impossible to tell if he was making a joke or trying to humiliate them, but Hongjun's relaxed appearance showed that he did not feel the slightest threat even against the two masters.

"What on earth is this?"

To the old man, the pagoda that Hongjun was guarding looked more monstrous and threatening than Hongjun himself.

Hongjun looked at the pagoda, which exuded a strange atmosphere as if it would suck in one's soul, with a troubled expression.

"It's still unfinished, so I've been hiding it carefully. Are you that curious?"

"That... is unfinished?"

If it was so heinous even when it was unfinished, the old man couldn't even imagine how terrible a power it would have after it was completed, and how Old Ancestor Hongjun, of all people, would use it after creating it.

"It's called the God-Sealing Platform. Master Gongsun and I have been working on it for a long time."

With those words, Master Gongsun appeared from behind Hongjun, near the pagoda.

He had heard that there was a scholar in the tavern who had active exchanges with the Non-Duality Gate, and it seemed that he was the one.

"You explain! What's your scheme!"

"My name is Gongsun Yuan. You must be Master Arp, the necromancer of the Non-Duality Gate."

"Who asked you to exchange names? What on earth is that God-Sealing Platform!"

"It is literally a pagoda for sealing gods."

It wasn't that Arp had asked again because he didn't know the meaning.

He had asked for the purpose of building such a pagoda in collusion with Hongjun.

"It is to seal the wounds of the two worlds for the peace of the world."

"Tsk, tsk, master, who would understand if you say it like that..."

Hongjun clicked his tongue and slowly floated his body into the air.

Walking on air.

The legendary level was unfolding before their eyes.

"To put it simply, it's a secret plan to permanently block the danger of the Hermit's Valley that is being inflicted on the Central Plains."

"Bullshit!"

Arp gritted his teeth and put strength into his trembling hands.

He could not deceive his own eyes, the master of necromancy.

Although it was disguised with runes and the sorcery of the Central Plains, that was a pagoda that sucked in souls.

And not the souls of ordinary people, but very powerful ones...

'Don't tell me?'

"Stop spouting nonsense! If you don't open the way, you will die today!"

The Blood Demon Lord, who finally couldn't hold it in, exploded and let out a fierce roar.

The training in the Hermit's Valley, which was full of energy, spiritual herbs, and demonic beasts, was enough to bring the Blood Demon Lord's Blood Demon Divine Art to great success.

What was the legendary walking on air?

There was no reason for him to back down just because he had floated his body a little in the air.

In the first place, to run away from Hongjun would be a great blow to the Blood Demon Lord's pride.

To crush Hongjun, whom even the Twelve Honored Ones of the World avoided, in this spot and use it as a prelude to announcing that he was the number one master in the world would also be a good start.

Heat rose, and the Blood Demon Lord's face turned red as if it would burst.

Hot air began to emanate from the hem of his robe, which had already been burned by several strikes.

The ten-tenths Blood Rain Divine Palm was an extremely evil martial art that shattered bones and instantly evaporated a person's blood, turning them into a mummy.

Arp, feeling the swirling energy in the Blood Demon Lord's hands, was surprised by the Blood Demon Lord's power, which was stronger than he had expected, and inwardly prayed that Hongjun would die from his attack.

"Blood Demon Divine Art, Mara Blood Buddha Lord!"

As the ultimate of the Blood Demon Divine Art was displayed, the blood-red energy that was enveloping the Blood Demon Lord's body spread out, creating the form of a huge Blood Buddha.

The Blood Buddha, unlike the merciful appearance of the Buddha, pushed its huge palm towards Hongjun with a vicious momentum.

Blood Rain Divine Palm!

As the ten-tenths Blood Rain Divine Palm was displayed, a blood-red energy that filled the sky and the earth unfolded before their eyes.

The sight was so magnificent and grim.

It was as if a cloud of blood had gathered in the arena and was bringing a storm.

"Tsk, tsk... what a discourtesy to the Buddha."

Hongjun slowly extended his fingertips towards the huge palm of the Blood Buddha that was approaching him.

Between Hongjun's fingers and the Blood Demon Lord's Blood Rain Divine Palm, a red energy swirled, becoming a fierce wind like a dancing dragon.

Crack!

Hongjun's fingers and the Blood Rain Divine Palm collided, but no loud roar was heard.

Instead, a strange noise, as if something was cracking, was tickling their ears and getting on their nerves.

Crack!

A crack began to form on the huge palm of the Blood Buddha, which had spread out as if to cover Hongjun.

The light leaking through the crack was so intense that it would blind the eyes, and it was also hot.

"Kuaaak!"

Like the form of the Blood Buddha, which had begun to collapse starting from the palm, streaks of blood shot up all over the bloated Blood Demon Lord's body.

The Blood Demon Lord, as if he couldn't believe it, knelt down without even being able to close his bloodshot eyes.

The ground was so full of the blood he had shed that his knees were about to be submerged.

"Cough! H-how..."

Even as his whole body was becoming as heavy as a waterlogged cotton ball, the Blood Demon Lord felt that the sight of Hongjun approaching him was like a scene from a dream.

He couldn't believe that he had collapsed with just one move from Hongjun, even though he had taken the form of the Mara Blood Buddha Lord, the ten-tenths Blood Demon Divine Art.

He couldn't feel the current situation, which was beyond his common sense, as reality.

The body of the Blood Demon Lord, whose blood had been drained from his whole body, rolled on the ground powerlessly like a falling hard log.

For the last of the great demon of Shaanxi, it was too insignificant an end.

Flash!

A light shot out from the Blood Demon Lord's body and soared high into the sky.

And the small ball of light that had soared into the sky was sucked into the pagoda behind Hongjun and Master Gongsun.

"Hehehe... to gather human souls, are you a demon god of the demon world?"

Arp let out a hollow laugh and glared at Hongjun.

Since ancient creatures like high elves and the heroes of the righteous-demonic war, dwarves, had existed alongside beings that could be called demon kings, it wouldn't be surprising if there was a demon god here.

Hongjun, as if uninterested in such an Arp, didn't even bother to reply and spoke to Master Gongsun, who was lost in thought.

"Hmm, it seems to be working well, even though it's unfinished."

"Yes. The experiment was a little faster than intended, but... at this rate, there should be no problem with the God-Sealing Plan."

"Good. Good."

Hongjun stroked his beard and showed his satisfaction.

"Whether you are a demon god or something wearing a human mask, it doesn't matter! I am the god of death!"

Arp uttered arrogant words and took out the pyramid-shaped artifact in his grasp.

At the same time, the pendant around Arp's neck also began to emit an evil red glow.

"Hoho, the god of death... So isn't that the God-Sealing Platform?"

Hongjun had the same calm and composed expression as when he had dealt with the Blood Demon Lord.

The monster who had killed the Blood Demon Lord as if he were a child in the first place. If they had joined forces from the beginning, it would be one thing, but if he faced him alone, he had no chance of winning.

'But I'm not alone.'

He was originally a great necromancer who displayed his greatest power in places like battlefields.

He was a one-man army who could move hundreds of corpses at once, lead rotten skeletons, and command pests that coveted flesh and blood.

But if he were to concentrate his power on a single corpse.

And if it were the corpse of an incredibly strong person, he could create a result that was beyond imagination.

Bubbles of blood formed on the corpse of the Blood Demon Lord.

And as the blood bubbles hardened, the fallen Blood Demon Lord slowly raised his body.

"Taste the power of the Blood Abomination!"

Following the light of Arp's pendant, which was emitting an evil glow, the Blood Demon Lord's body transformed into the form of a huge figure with bubbling blood.

It was a miserable sight, with no trace of the former supreme master.

Bubble, bubble!

As the corpse of the Blood Demon Lord, which had become a monster of blood, stretched out its hand, a terrible stench and smoke rose from the spot where the bubbles touched.

It seemed to have a terrible toxicity or acidity.

Sizzle!

As the monster repeatedly shook its arms, the splattered blood bubbles flew towards Hongjun.

But the bubbles evaporated in the air with a pungent smoke before they even reached Hongjun.

A brilliant golden protective qi was emanating from around Hongjun's body.

"Is this all?"

Thump! Thump!

The monster, with surprising agility, jumped at Hongjun, who was floating in the air, and hugged him.

Sizzle!

With the light of the protective qi that enveloped Hongjun's body, smoke also rose from the monster's body, and black smoke soared into the sky.

"Your arrogance will bring my victory."

Even in the disgusting smell that filled the arena, Arp, as if he had expected this situation, raised his arms high and chanted a spell with his mouth.

Soon, a black energy shot up from the pyramid-shaped artifact that was rotating in the sky.

The energy, like a beast that had smelled blood, covered Hongjun and the monster in an instant.

Rumble!

As the black energy poured down, a tremendous pressure crushed Hongjun's protective qi.

The force was so great that Hongjun, who had been floating in the sky, slowly began to descend to the ground.

Moreover, perhaps thanks to the black energy, the momentum of the Blood Demon Lord, who had turned into a monster, was also becoming stronger.

"Die, Hongjun!"

Arp was planning to kill Hongjun and then turn him into the strongest undead.

Not only that, but he would also capture the man named Master Gongsun, who was hiding like a mouse now, and conduct all sorts of experiments and tortures, and pull out his head to absorb all the knowledge in it.

The God-Sealing Platform.

If they had built a pagoda to imprison gods, all the ways to use that power would become his.

Flash!

A dazzling flash of light, like the glow of lightning, flashed.

At that moment, the pyramid that had been rotating furiously above Arp's head, and the pendant around his neck that was emitting a red and evil power, turned to dust and scattered.

In the intense light, there was no trace of the Blood Demon Lord to be found.

Arp, watching his own body turn to dust piece by piece, opened his eyes wide and glared at the figure in the light.

"You, you are truly..."

Arp's body collapsed powerlessly like a rotten log.

And a small light soared into the sky and was sucked into the God-Sealing Platform.

(End of Chapter)