Chapter 636 - Conversing with a highgod of destruction
GDK 636: Conversing with a highgod of destruction
After that invigorating speech from Han Shuo, the shrine remained in a hubbub for a period of time. It was when the crowd’s emotion gradually dampened that the big fat Pope announced the beginning of the worshipping ceremony.
Some living magical beasts were placed on the altar and then sacrificed. Their fresh red blood flowed to the pool of blood at the center of the altar. All the cardinals and followers of the Calamity Church started to respectfully kowtow as they softly chanted in an ancient language.
Even the Pope prostrated himself. Han Shuo swept his eyes across the hall. He bent his legs slightly to crouch but did not actually kneel down.
During this solemn and sacred moment, everyone was focused on muttering their prayers. No one noticed Han Shuo’s disrespectful manner towards their god. Han Shuo attentively watched the center of the altar with his cold eyes and carefully observed the patterns on the magical matrix. As a lowgod himself, Han Shuo recognized that this altar for summoning the evil god was similar to one that he had previously deployed.
With all those offerings they sacrificed and their devout prayers passing through the abstruse patterns on the altar, the evil god that the Calamity Church worshipped, located on another material plane unknown lightyears away, could indeed hear the call from Profound Continent. It was now up to the evil god to decide if it was willing to answer the call, manifesting itself to communicate with them.
The ceremony was held in a solemn and grave atmosphere. Everything went along as planned.
Midway into the ceremony, the pool of blood on the altar suddenly started whirling. A most bizarre atmosphere started to slowly spread throughout the shine.
Han Shuo looked around with furrowed brows. As he closely watched the changes happening to the blood pool with his eyes, he sensed that a god from a great distance away was slowly injecting his energy into the blood pool by some bizarre miracle.
The pool that was filled with the blood of magical beasts gradually whirled faster and faster. A kind of dignified and imposing atmosphere started emanating from the blood pool to fill the entire shrine. After some time had passed, the blood began to gather and took the shape of a humanoid with an indistinct face.
The planar guardian of Profound Continent was none other than the Primordius Dragon – Han Shuo’s mortal enemy. He ought to have been one of those in the opposing faction to the Calamity Church back then, and he certainly would allow experts from the Church of Light or the Shrine of Ice to use his interplanar transportation matrix. By then, Han Shuo would be confronted with truly might gods. This was unavoidable!
“What if I could kill that planar guardian and destroy the other interplanar transportation matrix before that happens? Then it would be very hard for them to enter, wouldn’t it?” Han Shuo asked suggestively.
“The enemy might be thinking of doing the exact same thing to you. However, you should know that the interplanar transportation matrix isn’t set rigidly in one place, and it can move just like the Cemetery of Death. Not only that, it would have unique barriers to prevent others from discovering it. It wouldn’t be easy for them to locate yours, and it would be just as difficult for you to locate theirs! Under the unique circumstances now, I believe that the planar guardian will conceal himself and his transportation matrix until their allies arrive. I really doubt that you’ll find it!”
Han Shuo was alarmed – this was news to him. After learning the secrets of the Cemetery of Death, Han Shuo knew that he indeed could move the Cemetery of Death anywhere that he wanted to. In addition to that, that mysterious boundary around the structure was indeed marvelous. Before, he had managed to escape from the soul tracking of the Soul Race’s six-horned tribal king by hiding in the Cemetery of Death. That was proof that the Cemetery of Death really could block detection by other.
When Han Shuo first returned to Profound Continent, he bathed the Dragon Valley with dragon blood. However, when he conducted even more massacre on Profound Continent, the Primordius Dragon did not come looking for him. It appeared that he was keeping himself veiled until his allies arrived.
“Alright. As the offering is limited, so is the length of our conversation. This is as much as I can tell you. Remember, at this point in time, to help us is to help yourself. You have no choice. But as long as you can handle the matter on Profound Continent well, I will make sure that you are rewarded well!” Terokk’s voice in Han Shuo’s mind gradually grew weaker and weaker as the pool of blood that was rapidly whirling turned slower and slower.
The conversation between Han Shuo and highgod Terokk, that started halfway into the ceremony, ended just as the ceremony came to an end.
Inside the shrine, all those followers of the Calamity Church were still maintaining their pious kowtowing posture while silently reciting words of prayer.
Meanwhile, great waves surged through Han Shuo’s heart. After conversing with Terokk, Han Shuo knew that there had to be some great secrets in the last layer of the underground world. Otherwise, all those gods and powerhouses from distant high-level material planes would never come to a material plane as insignificant as Profound Continent.
Upon learning this fact, Han Shuo’s mood was incomparably heavy. By that point, the only well-matched adversary Han Shuo had on Profound Continent was the Primordius Dragon. However, once those experts from alien material planes inevitably descended, Han Shuo feared he would not have sufficient strength to even survive.
Profound Continent may have seemed beautiful and pleasant. However, if what was about to happen next was not properly handled, not just Han Shuo, but all those close to him, and perhaps even everyone in Lancelot Empire would have to pay an unimaginable price.
Han Shuo took a deep breath. He knew that even if not for himself, for all those that he cared about, he had to pull himself together and give those experts from the distant material planes hell!
This was a crisis, but wasn’t this also a turning point? Demonic arts cultivators rose above the others through constant, cruel bloodshed. Why would this crisis be an exception? Han Shuo mind grew more and more resolute as he thought to himself.