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Chapter 1048 - Chapter 1048 Chapter 721 Peak of the World_2

Chapter 1048: Chapter 721: Peak of the World_2 Chapter 1048: Chapter 721: Peak of the World_2 “It should be near here, but this forsaken place is really desolate.”

Duanmu Huai peered through the window, looking down at a vast expanse of snowy mountains below. This was the Summit of the World Mountain Range, located in the northernmost part of the Sword Bay Region, and also the most desolate place in the world. As a hidden lair for a big BOSS, it was quite suitable, but unfortunately, looking down from above, there were no signs of life in the vicinity, which meant…

“Underground again? I’m really tired of this. I hope these bastards aren’t hiding too deep.”

As Duanmu Huai grumbled, he took out the Bird Divination Tool and started searching.

As expected, Duanmu Huai immediately locked onto a group of life signals in the middle of the mountain range on the Bird Divination Tool.

“It must be here.”

Duanmu Huai commanded the fighter to fly forward, arriving above those life signals, then looked at Mary, who once again stared at the restrained Lost Souls beside her and nodded her head.

“It’s right below us.”

“Good.”

With Mary’s confirmation, Duanmu Huai narrowed his eyes, while Lorena leaned out to look out of the window.

“But Sir Knight, it doesn’t seem like there’s an entrance nearby? How are we going to get in?”

“It’s simple, there are no paths in this world until people walk them.”

Duanmu Huai snorted coldly, then turned on the communication device.

“Aikute.”

“I’m here, Commander Uncle, what are your orders?”

“Send a Moon Class cruiser to the designated location for a ground bombardment, and blow this godforsaken place sky high!”

“Understood.”

Why bother with tunnels when you can just blow a hole through?

In the dark depths underground, upon a desecrated throne, a figure sat there, casually watching the followers before him. In front of him, hundreds of individuals dressed in black robes, looking like cultists, knelt down, muttering eldritch hymns, while at the same time, a group of tattered refugees were herded over by goblins and half-beastmen. They shivered and looked around, unsure if it was due to the cold or fear.

“Who are you people? What do you want by bringing us here?”

“I want to go home, let me go back!!”

“Why am I being treated like this, why…”

Some cried, some yelled in anger, some prayed, but they were powerless and could only be herded like cattle to the platform below the throne. At that moment, the chanting of the followers grew louder, filling the poor refugees with dread. They anxiously watched the dark shadow on the throne, not knowing what to do.

However, just then…

“Die–!”

Suddenly, a refugee roared and charged out from the crowd, snatching a spear from a goblin’s hand and aiming at the figure on the throne. He threw it with all his might!

Perhaps the refugee moved too swiftly for the others to react; the spear whistled through the air and directly pierced the figure’s chest, nailing him to the throne!

Seeing this, the refugees were in an uproar; even the nearby goblins and half-beastmen guards were taken aback and didn’t know how to react. Only the cultists beside them continued their uniform chanting, as if the person killed on the throne had nothing to do with them.

“Click… click…”

But in the next moment, something unimaginable happened. The spear that had pierced the figure’s chest began to retreat on its own, floating back into the air, then turned sharply and shot out. The refugee who had attacked attempted to block it, but to his shock, the spear didn’t target him but instead pierced the goblin that had been previously disarmed, nailing it to the floor. The goblin’s eyes widened in astonishment, it let out a muffled cry, and then fell silent.

“How foolish, how tedious.”

A detached voice sounded, and with it, the people only felt the air around them grow increasingly colder. They shuddered uncontrollably, backing away and clustering together, uneasily looking around.

“Your pitiful souls are worthless to you, and now is the time for you to offer them to me!”

As the voice fell, the figure behind suddenly opened a gaping maw, seemingly made of solidified shadows. The mouth opened wide, targeting the refugees before it. Immediately, several tentacle-like tongues shot out from the shadowy mouth towards those refugees!

Faced with this incomprehensible scene, the refugees screamed and tried to run, but their legs wouldn’t move. The dark shadows seemed to crystallize into sharp ice, completely freezing their bodies. They could only scream desperately, struggling as the shadowy tendrils rushed towards them, wrapping around their forms.

Then, in the next moment, the screaming refugees suddenly stopped, standing still like robots without power, heads hung motionless. The shadowy tendrils retracted back into the shadowy mouth from the refugees’ bodies; then, the seated figure let out a breath as if he had just had his fill.

“This is not enough.”

His voice rose again, filled with anger.

“I need more souls.”

“Sorry, Supreme True God.”

A robed believer, trembling, approached and knelt before the throne.

“Currently, Sword Bay and the entire Northern Land have begun to besiege and strike against us. We are temporarily unable to provide more…”

“I don’t care about that.”

The robed believer’s words were cut off, the next moment he was seized by an invisible force by the throat, lifting him into the air.

“I need more souls to satisfy my hunger, and it’s your duty to provide them, more souls. Do you understand what I mean?”

“But, but the Tribunal…”

“I care nothing for your Tribunal.”

The shadowy figure stated coldly.

“I only need enough souls; if you can’t do that, then you are of no value to me…”

As the figure spoke, a giant shadow hand emerged from below and seized the body of the robed believer.

“Ah… ah… aaaaahhhhh…!!!”

In the next instant, the robed believer let out a piercing scream; his flesh froze, decayed, and then fell to the ground. Soon after, the remnants of the believer merged with the dark shadow, forming a shadow creature exuding icy chill. It knelt before the figure, emitting a deep growl.

“Bring me more souls.”

The figure gazed at the shadow creature it had created and quietly issued the command.

“I need more souls, even if it means attacking the entire Northern Land, Ten Towns, Neverwinter City, Deepwater City–it doesn’t matter. Raid them, bring more souls, this is your…”

“—————-”

Just then, suddenly the ground began to shake. The figure ceased speaking and looked up, puzzled, as the cavernous space began to tremble like an earthquake, and numerous stones fell downwards, crashing into the crowd. The believers, as if oblivious, continued kneeling in place, praying loudly and chanting–even as some were struck in the head by the falling rocks.

The next moment, brilliant flashes penetrated the thick crust, illuminating the entire cavern.

“Boom———-!!!”

The Light Spear roared downward, annihilating everything in its path; the kneeling believers on the platform were no exception. They had just raised their hands when their robes, skin, and flesh were obliterated in the roaring Energy Flood, their bones turned to ash alongside them. The hellfire-like intense heat spread in an instant, sweeping away the cold that once prevailed.

The figure on the throne only had time to raise his hands when the dazzling light engulfed him.