Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 783 Welcoming the Ultimate Punishment!

War can be a fleeting moment, or it can be an unbearable ordeal.

From the moment the players stepped through the door until now, less than a few minutes have passed.

During this period of time.

After eliminating the Drowned Soul Boatman and completely turning against the Duke of Fear and Lady of Bloodscent, the sacrifice to Fear Castle and the Garden of Heads was finally completed, using the Drowned Soul Boatman's corpse as a catalyst.

Everything twisted and merged into that handful of grave soil that exuded an ominous and evil aura, making it grow ever stronger.

At this moment, the Duke of Fear and Lady of Fragrance revealed their true forms: two half-rotten corpses surrounded by flies and emitting an astonishing stench.

They embraced each other tightly, just as they had when they were first born.

This is how they were at the beginning.

It can be said that they became what they are today entirely thanks to this handful of soil filled with evil and misfortune.

They did not know where the soil came from, yet they trusted it unconditionally.

"Quickly, use its power to leave this place of trouble, anywhere is fine!"

Lady Xingxiang's voice was anxious.

Immediately, they planned to use the power of the grave soil to break through the power of the candlelight and escape this dangerous area.

However, they misjudged some things.

The moment their forces touched the grave soil, they not only failed to propel it as usual, but instead remained completely unresponsive, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

No, it can't be said that there was no reaction.

Suddenly, an eerie and ominous aura spread out slightly, as if some vague consciousness had noticed their presence.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible gravitational force was drawn to their bodies...

"No...no..."

"How is this going?"

"The graveyard is trying to devour us!"

“Graveyard! No! We were born because of you! We became stronger because of you, you can’t do this…”

"Do not!!!"

Both of them caused panic in the market, which desperately tried to escape, but no matter what they did, it was all in vain.

They were born from the soil of the grave.

They would also die from the soil in the grave at this time.

Sure enough, within two seconds, the two were mercilessly sucked into the grave soil in despair, just like the ancient castle and garden that had been sacrificed before, and then fell silent.

After a short while, seemingly because it had not sensed a suitable target to devour, the graveyard calmed down again.

……

then.

Roger then reached out and scooped up the handful of soil from the grave.

"Interesting, this aura is on a completely different level from these evil gods..."

"No wonder they made those two evil gods look like clowns..."

Roger chuckled to himself.

He then carefully examined the handful of floating grave soil, the unique aura and power emanating from it rendering even his current spiritual candle power helpless.

He had originally planned to give up on killing the Fearful Duke and Lady Fragrance if all else failed.

Unexpectedly, after absorbing the two, the grave soil exhibited extremely obvious inertia, not only not running away, but also allowing Rogge to manipulate it at will.

Of course, analyzing it with the power of the spirit candle, like other things, is not something that can be done for the time being.

However, this does not mean that Rogge made no discoveries.

"It seems like there's something hidden in this soil..."

"Ok?"

Rogge frowned, then took out the [Unknown Ritual Scroll (Fragment)] he had obtained earlier and compared it with the exposed piece of clothing.

"It really is……"

He was somewhat surprised, not expecting to find another part of the ancient scroll in this place.

The bad news is, he can't come up with the money right now...

Moreover, the function of this burial soil seems to go beyond this.

After a moment's hesitation, Rogge temporarily returned it to the residence of the Duke of Fear and Lady Scent, where there was only a large pit.

……

"Over there! Over there!"

"Wait, how did it suddenly disappear..."

"It's here again!"

"Hurry up, I can feel it, go over there! You damn fisherman, you bastard angler, it's one thing to not catch any fish, but can't you even run a little faster?!"

The sealed black sword cursed anxiously incessantly.

Fish felt as if countless flies were buzzing in his ears, and the last sentence was particularly jarring.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you into a well on the Casablanca Peninsula! I'll shove your ass in dung!"

Fish Brother made threats as he ran.

Along the way, he cleaved a monster in two with a single sword strike, and blood splattered all over him.

"If you're going to throw me away, you'll have to get me there first!" the sealed black sword shouted.

This surprised Brother Yu.

Normally, the thing I fear most about sealing the black sword is that I'll get it too dirty, but I never expected that he would say something like that today.

It seems that the direction this sealed black sword is heading must contain something extraordinary...

……

The fierce battle between players and monsters is in full swing.

As the players progressed, they didn't forget to explore the information within the gathering place, but the information revealed by both monsters and surviving NPCs was both terrifying and infuriating.

Under the leadership of the Extreme Punishment Tyrant, this place has become the lair of many evil gods. Although their strength is far inferior to that of the true God of Fire, their cruelty is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Because of the world's fragmentation, burning fuel has become precious.

Although the Tyrant of Punishment possesses a certain degree of self-sustaining ability at the assembly site, He clearly will not provide fuel for other evil gods.

He merely provided a nest for other evil gods.

This forced other members of the gathering to find their own fuel to sustain their survival and continuation.

Therefore, the source of the flaming material is naturally obvious.

They invade fragmented areas where rules still exist, plunder their populations, and then transform them through various cruel means...

Of course, although the evil forces did affect the intelligence of these evil gods to some extent, they were not so stupid as to leave no room for maneuver.

After plundering fragmented areas, they also planned to store up life for long-term development.

In the assembly areas, these places were called "raw meat pits".

"grown ups!"

"So many people are trapped in those raw meat pits over there... Please, please, you must save them..."

"If they really can't be saved... then please kill them... to end their living hell... I beg you!"

One of the rescued survivors clung tightly to the storyteller's clothes, tears streaming down his face.

Almost at the same moment he finished speaking.

The quest prompt then appeared in the sight of all players.

[War mission triggered - Raw Flesh Cave.]

[Mission Objective: Kill or rescue the lives in the "Sinkhole of Raw Flesh."]

[Mission Rewards: War contributions will be calculated based on mission progress.]

[Note: A raw meat pit is a place where fresh meat is stored, and also where new flesh is born.]

After quickly glancing at the mission information, the storyteller looked in the direction the survivor had pointed.

Where the crimson light rose, a massive mountain of flesh surged and churned, swallowing monsters while emitting faint, incessant groans of pain.

Obviously, that's not a good place.

At the same time, many players also noticed this suddenly triggered war mission and were puzzled.

"A raw meat cave? What raw meat cave? These evil gods' refrigerators?"

"Oh, never mind all that, let's just do it. By the way, where is this thing?"

"Over there! The spirit candle gave us guidance!"

After finding the location of the Raw Meat Cave, many players instinctively prepared to turn around and head straight for it.

Fortunately, Yuanfang, who was in charge of the players, noticed this immediately and quickly communicated with the leading players by typing in the public chat.

So, some players began to systematically kill their way into the Raw Meat Cave, while the rest continued to advance into the gathering place.

……

at the same time.

The Tyrant of Punishment, who was providing blessings to a group of evil gods through the Land of Punishment, suddenly paused, clearly having noticed the players' movements.

His eyes then darkened and gradually became distorted.

"You want to save the ants from the burrow of raw flesh, is that it?"

"You really want to be a good person?!"

For some unknown reason, the Tyrant of Extreme Punishment suddenly became enraged and turned to look at a fleshy mushroom-shaped evil god.

"Master of Childbirth, go to the Raw Flesh Cave and sacrifice all the ants inside!"

"Dietast, the Shrine of Corpses, go and assist Him!"

Upon hearing the order from the tyrant of extreme punishment.

The three evil gods obeyed the order and left. Although Ditast looked dissatisfied, he dared not disobey His command.

After they left, the Tyrant of Punishment glanced at the players in the distance, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"The distance is enough..."

After muttering to himself, the Tyrant of Extreme Punishment summoned one of his sons.

“Go to the far end of the assembly area and put this thing into the pool.”

The tyrant's tone was icy.

Upon hearing his father's words, the son of the evil god naturally dared not disobey. He quickly took the solidified blood flame from His hand and swiftly headed towards the lower part of the gathering place.

"Although there is no hope of victory..."

"but……"

As he murmured, the blood flames on the Extreme Punishment Tyrant rose and burned fiercely once more.

Boom!

Accompanied by flashes of lightning and blood-red light.

The true form of the Tyrant of Extreme Punishment was revealed... It was a humanoid corpse with its limbs pierced and nailed to an execution rack, its body covered in black scorch marks.

After revealing his true form, the Tyrant of Extreme Punishment tilted his head slightly, took a deep breath, and scenes from the past flooded his mind.

"...I will still tear flesh from you high and mighty bastards!"

Even if it's just one piece, or even just a little bit!

Once upon a time, he was a young nobleman who hated evil and upheld justice, and even betrayed his class for the sake of his ideals.

But the world is so distorted, and the rules are so vague that they are impossible to see clearly.

His act of upholding justice brought him no flowers or applause, only bloody nails and divine retribution.

The people he tried his best to help only watched coldly, or even applauded.

He died in despair and remorse.

Ironically, after their own deaths, they began to remember him, praise him, kneel before his remains, and pray for his return...

And so, He returned.

But He no longer harbors justice and ideals.

He regretted his past naiveté and his cowardly death on the damned execution rack.

Now, there's only one thing he needs to do.

That is punishment... the ultimate punishment!

This murky world judged his first life with ridiculous rules and laws.

His second life will then be dedicated to judging the erroneous world and seeking justice for his former self!
This time, He will not die on that damned rack, but on the path of resistance!

"Bullshit justice and ideals..."

"So-called excellent virtues and noble qualities are nothing more than a sharp blade in the hands of the manipulator!"

"What candlelight, what candle spirit, they're all the same kind of scoundrels!"

"Prepare for... ultimate punishment!!!"

In his rage, the Tyrant of Ultimate Punishment unleashed his full power, no longer suppressing or holding back.

In an instant, the Punishment Land, to which He had poured countless efforts, also responded to His power. The charred heads began to tremble, and the traces of blood flame erupted like a volcano.

They rose up, piercing the clouds, instantly turning the dark clouds blood red. Then, crimson arcs of electricity rapidly intertwined to form thick bolts of lightning, which fell continuously and converged on the body of the Extreme Punishment Tyrant.

"what!!!"

Amidst roars and howls.

The terrifying power spread in all directions, striking one evil god and its subordinate monster after another.

The dark clouds intertwined with blood-red flames also continuously unleashed thick, crimson lightning, causing the monsters on the battlefield to undergo terrifying transformations...

……

when!
A player wielding a greatsword slammed it down on the body of the Evil Child, the immense force causing the massive body to tremble.

Evil's Common Child.

As its name suggests, it was created by the evil gods of the gathering place and infused with a great deal of their power. Although it cannot be said to be the culmination of their entire efforts, it can still be considered an excellent work.

The enormous body, more than ten meters tall, is constructed from twisted iron frames and chains, with skeletons forming a terrifying giant mask, its cold expression sending chills down one's spine.

Its lower body is covered with a group of wriggling tentacles like a broom, and its chest and back are covered with sharp barbs, on which some of the lives it has plundered are hanging, emitting cries of agony and distress.

"Help……"

"help me……"

Swish!
The Evil Child's sharp, knife-like multiple palms slapped away the sword-wielding player, while simultaneously slamming the bone cage in his hand down on another player in a bizarre, twisted posture.

Fortunately, the player dodged in time and avoided the attack.

"good chance!"

"Take it down first and save the NPC!"

The players present were all delighted to see this.

Although the war had only been going on for a short time, they were quick to learn from their combat experience.

Although the Evil Child has no obvious weaknesses and its attack power is terrifying, its movements are rather stiff due to its physical structure.

Once you knock it down, you'll have an excellent opportunity to deal damage and rescue the NPC.

Without needing any prompting, a warrior player wielding a large hammer roared, leaped high into the air, and slammed the hammer down fiercely towards the Evil Child.

Bang!
Almost at the same instant.

boom--

A bolt of crimson lightning, carrying terrifying energy, struck the Evil Child with a deafening roar.

The immense energy suddenly sent the players who were attacking it flying.

A small group of weaker players nearby died on the spot...

(End of this chapter)