indianbanksassociation Chapter 799 Two Great Worlds Descend Upon Hell
Chapter 799 Two Great Worlds Descend Upon Hell
Having ruled Hell for countless years, the Will of Hell is accustomed to its superiority and control. To ask it to lower itself and reside within another's body would be the greatest humiliation.
A moment later, the consciousness of the Will of Hell fluctuated violently.
As you expected, He refused the next moment.
After all, while Hell is currently driven to a dead end, its barriers shattered, its essence lost, and its life force decimated, it has not yet reached a state of utter despair.
Although the forces from the Abyss and the Spirit Realm have approached the core of the origin, Hell still possesses the power to resist.
[He wanted to resist one last time, even if there was only a sliver of hope, even if it ultimately led to destruction, He would fight with all His might to uphold His dignity and protect this world that belonged to Him.]
The consciousness of the Hellish Will gradually thinned, and the light of the runes dimmed further.
[Leaving behind the chilling words, "I will guard Hell," it turned and vanished into the air, transforming into countless tiny runes that merged into the very essence of Hell, fiercely resisting the invasion of the Abyss and the Spirit Realm.]
You stood there, gazing in the direction He had vanished, gently shaking your head, and said nothing more.
[This outcome was foreseen; the pride of the will of hell meant it would not easily bow down.]
You stood silently, the crimson-gold aura around you slowly receding, your gaze fixed on the chaotic battlefield deep within hell, a new plan already forming in your mind.
In June of the Extraordinary Calendar 75882, the flames of war in Hell showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, they intensified.
Although the forces from the Abyss and the Spirit Realm were barely held back from the core of Hell by the will of Hell, Hell's very essence had been exhausted, its barriers were riddled with holes, and countless Hell beings had perished in battle.
The entire hell was shrouded in a gloom of despair, as if it would collapse completely at any moment.
Just at this moment of despair, from the deepest part of hell, a terrifying power suddenly erupted. This power was as black as ink, yet possessed an all-consuming, domineering force, instantly engulfing the entire hell.
Faced with this power, even the black mist of the abyss and the white light of the spirit realm were slightly intimidated and retreated.
[The Gluttonous King has achieved transcendence!]
The news sent shock and elation through the entire underworld.
Although Hell is now extremely weak, its source energy almost completely depleted, and it is nearly unable to even maintain its defenses.
[But even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse. Hell, having endured for countless ages, possesses profound depths. It has extracted some of its remaining essence and concentrated its power to help a top-tier true god break through his shackles and achieve transcendence.]
Such power still exists.
[And the Will of Hell, in order to protect Hell, risked its last hope, injecting its remaining essence into the Gluttonous Lord's body, helping Him break through that insurmountable chasm and become the second transcendent being in the history of Hell.]
Everyone assumed that Gluttony, upon becoming a transcendent being, would immediately rush to the battlefield.
[With the power of the Transcendent One, resist the invaders from the Abyss and the Spirit Realm, save Hell from destruction, and become one of Hell's saviors.] [After all, the Gluttonous Lord has always been one of the most loyal followers of Hell's will, and one of the most powerful among the seven Lords. His rise is undoubtedly Hell's last glimmer of hope.]
However, the most dramatic thing still happened!
After successfully breaking through and becoming a transcendent being, the Gluttonous Lord did not hesitate for a moment, nor did he even glance at the battlefield, nor did he pay homage to the Will of Hell, who had paid a heavy price to help him break through.
[He was surrounded by a dense, transcendent black power, and in a flash, he appeared beside the Arrogant Lord.]
The Arrogant Highlord is the most arrogant of the seven Highlords, and also the one most favored by the will of Hell. He is also currently the only Highlord in Hell who still maintains peak combat power.
The Gluttonous Lord restrained his domineering aura; his face no longer bore its usual greed and savagery, but instead held a slightly restrained respect as he bowed slightly to the Arrogant Lord, his tone sincere.
"Brother Arrogance, I have a favor to ask of you, and I request your assistance."
I hope you can act as my introducer and allow me to join the Red Heart Society.
I am willing to submit to the Lord of the Red Heart Society and serve it, seeking only its protection and to find a true path to life for hell.
These words, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly stunned the arrogant lord and plunged all the hellish beings around him into utter shock.
No one expected that this transcendent being, nurtured with the last of Hell's resources and placed on high hopes by the will of Hell, would betray Hell and join the Red Heart Society the very first moment he broke through.
[The Red Heart Society, which once suggested to the Will of Hell that they live under someone else's roof; the Red Heart Society, which the Will of Hell regard as a disgrace.]
In August of the year 81236 of the Extraordinary Calendar, two advance teams from the Abyss and the Spirit Realm, treading on the scorching black stone ground, finally entered the legendary core of hell, a place where all things are dormant and evil abounds.
The team members all exuded a chilling aura. Thick black mist surrounded the Abyss Squad members, within which twisted tentacles and grotesque bone spikes could be vaguely seen.
With each step, the black stone beneath their feet was corroded, creating fine holes and emitting a nauseating stench.
The Spirit Realm team, on the other hand, was completely different. Their members wore pristine white robes, their bodies enveloped in a soft yet inviolable holy aura. Their steps were light, and wherever they passed, even the malevolent energy raging in hell was slightly purified, leaving behind a faint glow.
The instant the two teams stepped into the core of Hell, the air currents between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, and an oppressive force far exceeding any power in the world descended from the void, like two invisible giant mountains pressing down heavily on every inch of Hell's space.
That was the power of the will of the abyss and the will of the spirit world, using the bodies of the two squads as a medium to cross endless spatial barriers and officially descend upon Hell.
These two immense world wills, upon their arrival, displayed a chilling greed and tyranny.
An invisible ripple of power spread wildly outwards from the two teams, forcibly stripping away the primal power of hell wherever it passed, transforming it into wisps of dark red and shimmering white energy that continuously flowed into the control of the will of the abyss and the will of the spirit realm.
The force of absorption was so powerful it was like tearing bones dry, as if it wanted to completely drain the essence accumulated by Hell over billions of years within a mere thousand years, using it all to replenish the foundations damaged by the past wars between the two worlds. (End of Chapter)