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Chapter 370 Slaying Demons and Purifying Souls

There was originally no spacetime field within the realm of the Chaotic Moon, but spacetime was born after matter entered this place.

However, the rules of gravity here are quite special. Any object with mass has gravity and can attract air, but the range of gravity is no longer infinitely far away, but is determined by the size of the object.

This special law of gravity is common in high-level magical planes.

For example, a human's gravitational pull is a few feet around them. In this space environment, the human body can adhere to a thin film of air, providing a brief period of breathing, until the oxygen is exhausted and they gradually suffocate.

An island the size of a hill has a gravitational radius of up to 100 meters and can hold enough air to sustain hundreds of people for more than a month.

In Lin Bo's view, the celestial distance inside the chaotic moon is not a vast ocean, but a series of isolated islands, some of which are adjacent to each other, while others are isolated from each other.

He moved from the Greenskin outpost to the adjacent large planetary island. The gravitational pull of these two landmasses merged, forming a gourd-shaped bubble, allowing Lin Bo to use his gaze as a guide to directly perform space jumps.

To reach those isolated and remote landmasses, one must either fly there by force or place an avatar at the destination as a signal tower to open a celestial portal.

Even in their own lair, the demons don't come and go as they please; if they want to launch large-scale campaigns, they also rely on warships capable of traversing the void.

These ships are mostly formed from the warped and corrupted creations of various races on the Prime Material Plane, and are powered by Void magic energy for long-distance voyages.

The Greenskin army was seen as a thorn in the side by the Chaos Moon, so the demons driven by it also hurriedly set sail and headed towards the occupied landmass.

They have always been the ones who prey on living beings; they have never seen a scene of being bullied by their food.
We must erase this shame at all costs.

The death of a demon's external incarnation will not affect it; at most, its essence will be damaged and its strength will be reduced. However, if it dies in its lair, the consequences will be much more severe.

Once the main body is destroyed, the evil spirit of the Chaos Demon will return to the Essence Pool, undergo a long period of rebirth, and be resurrected with greatly diminished power. If the Essence Pool is also destroyed, then it is utter annihilation.

Each island in this demonic realm has a pool of essence, which is the core of a separatist force. Once destroyed, it means the entire faction is wiped out. Therefore, it is often heavily guarded and fortified with layers of passes and barriers.

Linbo's [Sanctuary] faction is probably the first righteous force in all the world cycles to open up the battlefield to the heart of Chaos. The geographical environment here is not described in detail in any guide, and is only mentioned in a few words in the travelogues of some black mages.

[Conquest Chessboard] lives up to its name; even within enemy territory, forces are divided into factions. Perhaps only by conquering all the landmasses and driving out all the demons can a true victory be achieved.

The void harbor was filled with layers upon layers of warships, these old-fashioned ships of wood and iron, with masts and sails, burning with purplish-black evil fire, adorned with white bones and eerie green ghost lamps. Thousands upon thousands of low- to mid-level demons bustled about on the decks and in the cabins, while overseers lashed their spines with whips, lashing out with painful yet pleasurable, venomous laughter.

These are the troops that are about to depart for Green Island.

A mage clad in a pale gray cloak appeared in the desolate wilderness outside the Void Harbor. The land was barren, yet shrubs and trees corrupted by the void still grew, providing valuable material for dark magic. However, even demons would not attempt to cut them down rashly, for these carnivorous plants were not to be trifled with.

Lin Bo held a slender, alien staff, the evil eye at the tip of which spun around, while the insect-like limbs on either side of the staff writhed like waves. He chattered in a corrupted language, “What a treasure trove, Master. Everywhere there are wails, everywhere there is resentment, everywhere there is the pleasure of killing and torture.”

Taboo words always contain too much emotion, often sharp and indignant, with syllables that are turbid and jarring. Lin Bo has not explored this area much, but he has been studying it diligently.

He often talked to Kunkkath's Staff of Death in his spare time and tried to teach it some proper magical language, starting with Gudorei. The Staff of Death was actually very reluctant to learn, but it didn't dare to contradict Linbo, so it was forced to listen to the magical language that it found jarring.

Over time, it also learned to understand Gudorei, and sometimes it would unconsciously utter a few Gudorei words, which made it feel that it was seriously tainted and that the entire staff was no longer clean.

"(In magical language) Next, I need your help."

"Serve you to the death, my master, hehehe." The evil eye on the staff glowed with a purple-red light.

“(In magical language) You are only allowed to eat those who are not on the same side. You are not allowed to lay a hand on good spirits.” Lin Bo made a three-point agreement with this guy. “You give the order, I will obey.” Evil Eye’s eyes drooped.

“(Magic language) Good boy.”

"Hehe." The Life-Devouring Staff moved its insect-like limbs, like a silly goose patting its belly.

A convoy of chaotic demons carrying military rations was heading towards the port. They lashed the rations with whips wrapped with rusty wire, causing the mortals to let out even more agonizing screams.

These are souls cursed with flesh and blood, forced to possess bodies. This is because torment inflicted on the soul often manifests as strong emotions, such as sorrow, anger, and resentment, while torment inflicted on the flesh manifests as pain. Only the combined pain of the two satisfies the evil spirits.

The lone archmage stood on the only road leading to the port, blocking the grain convoy.

The leading demon officer pointed at Lin Bo, signaling his soldiers to capture this reckless mortal as well, as they were just looking for fresh vegetables to enjoy.

Since the Azure Sea in the mortal realm began to intercept the souls of the dead, the number of living souls in the void has begun to decrease sharply, and the lives of demons have become increasingly difficult.

The prisoners of the grain transport team were in unbearable pain, their bodies covered in festering wounds, and they also lamented for the unfamiliar mage.

Dozens of fully armed demons swarmed forward impatiently, laughing shrilly and drooling.

They were enormous and heavy, their footsteps thundering. Their sturdy armor and shields, thick muscles and strong bones meant that even machine gun fire could only barely tear through their defenses, and unenchanted swords could not damage them in the slightest.

But in the next instant, the monk raised his finger and gently drew a horizontal line in mid-air.

A colorless and invisible, slender force field wave spread out like a blade, instantly brushing past the bodies of the demons.

Their lower bodies continued running, while their upper bodies remained in place, plummeting from mid-air like cargo boxes, crashing to the ground with a thud. Filthy demonic blood gushed out like dozens of fountains, instantly creating a large pool of blood, and their wails suddenly rang out.

Kunkas's Staff of Death shone with a blazing evil light, its evil eye transforming into a vortex that sucked up blood and demonic souls, devouring the dying, wailing soldiers.

The demon souls that failed to escape back to the essence pool could not be resurrected, but they were not yet dead either. This torment was extremely terrifying for them.

"Delicious little demon, hehehe!" The Life-Devouring Staff shouted in Lin Bo's ear, its demonic energy shaking the sky and turning into a sharp, piercing sound.

The surviving soldiers of the grain transport team were terrified and turned to run, but how could they escape the power wave blades? They turned their heads and fell off their bodies with a gurgling sound, unaware that they had been beheaded at some point. Their blood, magic energy, and demonic souls were naturally accepted by the staff.

"Master, my good master, your servant will now dedicate all this power to you!"

"(In magical language) No need, keep it for yourself."

"Oh, Master, you really don't know what's good for you, but I love your generosity."

Lin Bo refused the false life points offered by the Life-Devouring Staff, and also refused its attempt to turn the demonic souls into ghouls that surrounded him. He remained as calm and unassuming as he walked towards the terrified prisoners.

These tormented souls, bound by shackles and chains, were powerless to escape. The sorcerer whispered incantations, causing the instruments of torture to fall off, the curse of flesh and blood to dissipate, and the festering bodies to return to their complete soul state.

Resentment and anguish caused these spirits to accumulate unclean spiritual energy. With a thunderous dragon-language incantation from the sorcerer, the resentful aura transformed into drops of black tears, seeping from their eye sockets.

"Alright, alright, I'll take you home." Surrounded by weeping souls, Lin Bo raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on their cheeks.

(End of this chapter)