Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 780 Where is He Going?
"Hmph... Ugh..."

Among the several seriously wounded "apologies," a human warrior, his armor shattered and covered in blood, forced himself to stand up despite the excruciating pain.

The owners of the two castles seemed to have encountered something urgent and didn't even have time to consider whether they would escape.

The giant monster turned and left; there was no doubt that now was the perfect opportunity for them to escape…

After wiping away the blood from his eyes with great pain, he took out a strange fruit from his pocket, tore it open, and applied it to the wound to temporarily stop the bleeding.

His name was Cotton, and he was a soldier from the Shul Basin.

Although the Shul Basin is resource-poor, it is enough to support the human communities within it to barely survive. Although this makes the competition in the Shul Basin fierce, he still managed to emerge victorious from that intense "arena".

He thought he would be able to live a wealthy and stable life from then on.

Unexpectedly, a sinister statue descended from the dark boundary, summoning an incredibly terrifying monster with its horrifying whispers...

The Shul Basin was almost entirely ravaged in a very short time, and the rest...

They were either impaled on the shoulder blades like him, hanging from the chest of a giant monster awaiting their fate, or locked in cages and traded as commodities.

Somewhat absurdly, he seemed to have been classified as a "high-end item" by the evil gods, and was usually hung up, so although he lost his power, his life was safe for a short period of time.

During his imprisonment, Cotton followed the giant monster and witnessed his former acquaintances die one by one.

They were skinned and dismembered, their flesh and blood made into horrific artifacts and neatly arranged on the altar. Their flesh and blood were thrown into the blood-smoke-filled mill to feed new monsters, while their bones were thrown into the unknown abyss to serve as its breeding ground...

"Damn..."

"I...I must...escape from here..."

Cotton used the dagger at his waist to cut open his abdomen, then took out the strange, menacing blood worm and crushed it.

This thing kept him alive, but it also kept him constantly weak. To leave, he had to get rid of it completely.

And after seeing his struggle.

The other burning beings beside him merely raised their eyelids.

One of the men, who also had a human appearance and was engulfed in flames, spoke in a hoarse voice, though his eyes remained closed.

"I suggest you stop struggling..."

"There's no way to escape..."

"Your fate was sealed the moment you were hung up by the 'Child of Evil'."

Hear his words.

Cotton frowned, and after confirming that there was no immediate threat, he walked toward the iron cage while responding coldly.

Why give up?

How will you know if you don't try?

As he spoke, flames ignited in his hand, and he used his dagger to cut open the bone cage, releasing all the life inside.

Most of the creatures were overjoyed and quickly fled outside.

But as soon as they reached the border, tentacles emerged from the once ordinary soil, engulfing all the lives and burying them in the earth in terror and despair.

Cotton was utterly horrified; the terrifying aura emanating from the tentacles made him retreat.

"Humph……"

The human who had reminded him grunted, then threw away the bloodworm from his abdomen, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and explained the situation to him at the same time.

"This is the Garden of Fear..."

"This is the territory of the Duke of Fear and Lady of Bloodscent..."

"If you're lucky enough to be assigned here... that monstrous gardener will first remove your head and spine, then put you into his abdomen for 'breeding'..."

"During this time, you will not die; instead, you will be extremely lucid, with every sense amplified..."

"Only after the breeding process is complete will they be planted in the garden, where they will contribute the ultimate... fear pollen amidst illusions and cruel torment..."

"That's why they prefer life forms with a spine..."

Hear this.

Cotton glanced instinctively into the garden and then saw the listless, swaying heads and their bloody spines.

Some of the head flowers that have "withered" after contributing their fear pollen will be swallowed by the garden soil as nutrients.

And it's not over yet.

The man who had closed his eyes to regulate his breathing spoke again.

"...Do you see that blood-red stream flowing across the ground like veins...?"

Guess what its origin is?

"Heh... Countless vibrant lives have had their arteries severed, and terrible curses have been planted, causing blood to gush out every moment..."

"They constantly feel the fear and despair of life slipping away, yet they can never truly reach the end..."

“There are others, and many more…”

"It could be soul-crushing, mental torture, or rituals that test your morality and bottom line... There's nothing they won't do, only things you can't imagine..."

The more Cotton listened, the more his scalp tingled.

Compared to this damn torture, he suddenly felt that being skinned, dismembered, cut off flesh and bones wasn't so bad... at least it would be a quicker and more painless death.

"Do not……"

Cotton took a deep breath and then shook his head.

"No! We must escape, escape from here!"

"Yes, such a vast land, why can't..."

As he was talking, he suddenly noticed that the other person had opened their eyes, and at that moment it seemed as if they had suddenly remembered something.

...The Boundary of Darkness!
These evil gods are able to invade their former homeland and bring them here, and they have no way to leave this damned place.

and so……

No matter how much you struggle... the end result is death.

"However, we are still very lucky..."

The man suddenly stood up, his body engulfed in flames, and then plunged his hand into his chest cavity.

"At least...we have the right to decide our own death..."

Having said that, his fighting spirit began to die out rapidly, and his soul and body withered and vanished at an alarming rate.

Cotton was stunned.

He had thought the man had come to his senses and intended to regain his strength to help him, but he never expected that the man was only doing this to... commit suicide.

He instinctively wanted to step forward to stop him, but then he saw the other burning beings behind the man also stand up and imitate his actions.

"wait!"

"Why give up..."

"just in case……"

...What if a miracle happens?

Cotton stopped halfway through his sentence, perhaps because he himself felt it was completely impossible, or perhaps because there was no longer a single living being in front of him.

Staring at the blood-red, terrifying sky and the corpses before him, Cotton froze on the spot...

Boom!

Crimson lightning pierced the heavens and earth, as if splitting the entire area into two distinct places.

……

Splat, splat.

The monster, composed of two indescribable parts, was nailed to a giant frame, with residual crimson arcs of electricity still flickering around it.

"The lustful virgin..."

“The crimson flames that rise within me have brought me the third unsettling warning, and each time, it has originated from you, so…”

"Tell me, tell everyone."

"What exactly are you hiding?!"

Blood flames rose beneath the armor, and crimson arcs of electricity swirled around it, but within those dark eyes flickered an indescribable rage.

In a fit of rage, terrifying lightning bolts, laden with blood-red flames, struck the lustful virgin's body, causing her to let out a horrible scream.

Seeing that he had been tortured beyond recognition, the huge and terrifying big-headed monster hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to try to stop him.

"Father, the virgin of lust might just be..."

"Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, crimson lightning struck, shattering the pillar beside him and gushing out black blood.

Half of his head was instantly charred black.

"How many times have I told you..."

"Use your honorable name during the assembly!!!"

The intense pain instantly brought the big-headed monster to its senses, and it apologized through gritted teeth, "...Yes, Extreme Punishment Tyrant."

I saw his miserable state.

The other evil gods at the gathering were mostly indifferent, watching coldly from the sidelines.

If this guy weren't the offspring of an extremely tyrannical ruler, he probably wouldn't even be qualified to enter this assembly hall, not to mention that he's incredibly stupid.

Just because this lustful virgin had an affair with this guy, she actually dared to plead for him on such an important matter. She must be tired of living.

The fact that the Tyrant of Punishment didn't kill it on the spot and throw it into the Abyss of Fear as fertilizer is already considered favoritism.

Seeing this, the Fearful Duke quickly embraced Lady Fragrance and spoke.

"Since He is unwilling to speak, then let him be executed."

"Give your soul to the drowning soul boatman."

The Duke of Fear's voice was icy, showing no mercy whatsoever to the Virgin of Lust who was a member of their gathering. Instead, he described the most cruel method of punishment.

"Hehe, I have no objection," replied the drowning soul boatman, who was sitting cross-legged on the soul boat.

"Do not!!!"

At this moment, the virgin, who was involved in the case, suddenly shouted out and retorted in a very ferocious manner.

"Extreme Punishment Tyrant, I have not done anything to harm us!"

"I am a member of the assembly! I bring you offspring, I bring you joy! I contribute much!"

"You cannot decide my death like this!"

Even with the virgin's desperate struggles and pleas for mercy, the evil gods remained unmoved.

"Enough with the nonsense." Garuda, whose tentacle eye had appeared on the shore, looked impatient; he seemed to be in a bad mood.

For them, there is no point in talking about pleasure or offspring. Even if a lustful virgin were their mother, it wouldn't matter. As long as anyone or anything is related to their safety, they don't need to choose at all.

"enough!"

"As a member of the gathering, you have truly displayed your ugly side!"

"You may not even know what you've actually done!"

As the Tyrant of Extreme Punishment roared, blood flames and lightning descended once more; this time, he was serious.

"what!!!"

"You damned, ungrateful bastards! You deserve to die a horrible death!"

Realizing she was about to be tormented to death, the virgin of lust began her final frenzy and struggle, and pink flames began to burn violently.

However, the other evil gods present at the gathering at this moment were not to be trifled with either.

Seeing that the Virgin of Lust still wanted to resist, they all used their methods, and before long, the Virgin of Lust's frantic screams were drowned out.

"The drowning boatman".

The Tyrant of Extreme Punishment looked at the drowning soul boatman beside him, signaling him to step forward and do the work.

The soul-drowning boatman chuckled and agreed, rowing his little soul boat forward to grab the soul's body, then forcefully slamming it down into the water.

In an instant, the surface of the water, resembling the River Styx, appeared and disappeared, and the soul of the lustful virgin began to struggle violently involuntarily.

However, at this moment, no one paid any attention to the struggles of the virgin soul of lust.

Their gazes all fell upon the blurry memory that had surfaced above.

Ok……

It must be said that, as the embodiment of "violent lust," His memories are mostly of intertwined physical scenes that would make anyone blush.

Moreover, many of the evil gods present were involved as protagonists or supporting characters.

but.

Rather than worrying about whether they were embarrassed or not, these evil gods were more concerned about their own safety.

It's important to understand that the unique "warning ritual" played a crucial role in enabling the Extreme Punishment Tyrant to allow a bunch of evil gods to gather here and wreak havoc for so long.

And most of the "warnings" He has recently received have come from the lustful virgin before Him.

Of course, the first one or two times might have been due to unusual changes in His power; this is not without precedent.

Therefore, He did not initially take action against the lustful virgin, but only questioned and warned her.

But when the third warning came, the nature of the matter changed completely.

Moreover, the Extreme Punishment Tyrant could clearly sense that this "warning" was unprecedented, completely surpassing the previous warnings!

They must know the reason immediately.

Therefore, when the Duke of Fear and the other evil gods expressed their opinions, He immediately agreed and joined them in executing the Virgin of Lust.

Even people with normal moral standards would not tolerate others' mistakes affecting them.

These evil gods, needless to say...

Therefore, this matter concerns their safety and future; whether it's embarrassing or not is really not worth mentioning.

however.

Even though the drowning boatman used all his skills to extract all of the violent virgin's memories, the evil gods still looked at them carefully without missing a single detail.

They still couldn't find any clues about the "warning".

The virgin of lust, who has been in a state of deep sleep recently, has not done anything else and has not even left the place.

This puzzled the group of evil gods.

They were puzzled, silent, each lost in their own thoughts.

Galo remained silent. Although He had provoked some beings He shouldn't have behind the backs of the evil gods, He figured they wouldn't bother to come after him.

After all, He is a god who is close to the source of the flame. He has lowered His status to target only the individual, so the other party should give Him face.

Moreover... if we were really going to attack Him, there would probably have been signs of it already.

Therefore, He did not feel that this warning came from Himself.

The tyrant of extreme punishment is still deep in thought.

its not right……

This warning is stronger than ever before, yet there were no other warning signs whatsoever…

The evil god at the gathering made no unusual moves, and there were no abnormalities at the core of this area.

Even from the virgin of lust, they obtained no useful clues...

What kind of crisis would leave none of them completely unaware?

No, it's possible that someone has already noticed, but...

Those damn guys...

The Tyrant of Extreme Punishment suppressed his anger and then made a decision.

He doesn't trust these scheming individuals, but he trusts his own abilities.

After quickly glancing at the assembled evil gods, He suddenly spoke in a deep voice without making a sound.

"Please wait here for now."

“Give me the body of the violent virgin, and I will go and see His dwelling place.”

"There might be some clues there."

Without waiting for a response from the evil gods, He decisively grabbed the corpse of the virgin of lust, and his entire body transformed into blood flames and lightning, quickly departing in one of the directions.

Upon hearing His words, none of the evil gods immediately noticed anything amiss; they even discussed among themselves the reason for the "warning."

After a while, the Duke of Fear suddenly frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

"Where is the Tyrant of Extreme Punishment going?"

"Wait! The location of the Vicious Virgin's residence... isn't it on the other side?!"

The evil gods were startled.

(End of this chapter)