You think you're worthy of saving the world?

The reason wasn't the surroundings, but the ground beneath my feet.

The earth on which people stood transformed into enormous and ugly human faces, with noses and cheekbones as high as small hills.

Every face displayed an expression of extreme pain, its mouth agape as it screamed in agony.

"The time for the banquet has arrived!"

"The final moment, which occurs once every 2000 years!"

"This time it's... Witch's Night!"

"They're here! They're coming!"

"The Demon King is descending! The hand of the evil god from the darkness of the abyss!"

"What? What?! What is this?!" "I've had enough! I've had enough!" "Help! Someone save us!" "No!!!"

Those who were the first to fall into despair were unaware that an even more terrifying, truly desperate scene was just about to unfold.

A dark alien appeared—

A gigantic, oppressive, pitch-black, and eerie tree appeared between heaven and earth.

"Then...what is that?" "When did it appear?" "Is it a witch's familiar? Or a magical beast?"

In mythology, giant, towering trees are often regarded as sacred symbols.

They may be the cornerstones that gave birth to or supported the world, or they may be the dwelling place of gods or the path to heaven, and are thus widely revered by the people.

However, the large black tree in front of them was completely different.

It is the chaotic source that condenses all the desires in the world and gives birth to all the ugliness in the world. It is like a black hole with a body, absorbing all the light and beauty around it.

With an aura as powerful as if it were devouring the sun, the pitch-black tree relentlessly encroached upon the sky and expanded ever larger towards the earth.

Its height quickly pierces the clouds, and even with one's neck craned to the maximum, one cannot see the entire canopy.

The black tree exuded an extremely ominous aura, displaying a form far removed from that of a plant—

The tree trunk, several kilometers in diameter, forked into two branches from the middle, inevitably reminding one of human legs.

"god……"

Someone murmured this in a low voice.

Then, something extended down from the tree canopy, which was tens of thousands of meters high.

The terrifying creature that constantly twists, sways, and pupaes is none other than the indescribable tentacles.

Countless hungry tentacles, each over a hundred meters in diameter and dripping with slime, slowly descended from the sky towards people's heads—

“Oh my God!!!”

The people on the ground began to kneel down.

One after another, as if they had planned it beforehand, they prostrated themselves on the ground.

Faced with overwhelming despair, they lost the courage to run away or fight back, and instead felt joy, fear and awe at witnessing the descent of the gods.

In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of humans around Yuri faced the dark tree and prostrated themselves in worship.

Some of them were muttering prayers.

Some were frantically banging their foreheads against the mud and grass, while others had large wet patches around their groins, emitting the smell of urine.

"..."

Looking at all this, Tia's exquisite beauty was shrouded in despair.

"Yuri... that thing... did you summon it!?"

Yuri nodded frankly and said, "Although I would like to say that all of this is the choice of causality, but... that thing was indeed summoned by me."

"The Witch's Night has begun; now it's time to offer sacrifices."

You mean... offerings?

The elven princess glanced at the tens of thousands of people lying prostrate on the ground, unable to move, and immediately understood.

"Tia, it seems I am the chosen one."

Yuri played with the "Demon King's Egg" in his hand and said with a smile, "Just like this time and this place, I am the king chosen by the great will of the abyss."

"Are you kidding me?! Wake up!!!"

Furious, Tia grabbed the longsword at her feet and charged at Yuri.

Just as the elven princess approached the boy, a beautiful figure appeared behind Yuri—it was the "Crimson Witch".

She gracefully untied the blonde hair that was tied back behind her head with her little finger, and her long, beautiful hair fell down, turning a vibrant red.

In an instant, the surrounding air distorted due to the rapid rise in temperature... Beautiful, flowing red hair rushed towards the fairy princess.

"Ugh...!"

Tia was already wearing a lady's dress and high heels that made it difficult to move, so she was completely unable to resist the overwhelming witch's power, and her longsword flew out instantly.

A few seconds later, the fairy princess collapsed to the ground.

"Leave her alone."

Yuri ignored Tia and continued walking forward.

Other witches emerged from the kneeling crowd and gradually gathered behind the Night Watchman.

However, at that moment, a new tall figure appeared in front of them.

The "Empress" Rosalia, dressed in knight's attire, stood in front of Yuri.

Her eyes were sharp as she stared intently at the black-robed youth at the head of the group.

"..."

The Crimson Witch was about to confront her, but Yuri stopped her by raising her hand: "...It's alright."

Although Rosalia was surrounded by a strong aura, it wasn't murderous intent, but rather rage—

Perhaps His Highness is upset because he just kissed Tia.

"……snort."

The "Empress" and the Queen of Graycastle glared at each other.

Then, Rosalia joined Yuri's group without saying a word and continued walking towards the dark tree.

Ahead of them, from the top of the tree canopy with its dark roots, several hazy, swaying shadows were descending.

There are five pillars of beautiful women clad in red and black.

A girl with animal ears, wearing a crown of thorns and gray armor, with a dignified face that exudes an aura of majesty.

Holding an ash wood staff, she is a cold and beautiful elf with long, gorgeous silver hair and pointed ears.

A blonde noblewoman, elegant and charming, wearing a magnificent court-style long dress.

A pink-haired little girl with black curved horns growing from both sides of her head, wagging a dovetail, and wearing a charming smile.

A pure white angel enveloped in divine light, with eight wings sprouting from its back and its eyes tightly closed.

They are not dreamlike illusions constructed by the singularity, but are just like Yuri and Rosalia—

An existence that transcends time and space, descending upon this place.

The hand of the evil god, they have arrived.

Episode 081: The Demon King's Invitation? (5/5)

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

With a violent tremor, the ground beneath Yuri and his party suddenly began to bulge.

"Rumble rumble rumble rumble dragon rumble rumble..."

The entire foothold beneath Yuri, Rosalia, and the twelve witches transformed into a pillar that stretched ever upwards toward the sky, carrying them to the top.

Aren't you going to ask me what I plan to do?

During a break in the elevator with the God of War's Hand, Yuri curiously looked at the Grand Duchess beside him.

Rosalia raised an eyebrow: "Even if you're heading to the deepest part of hell, I'll accompany you to the very end."

“Is that so…” Yuri smiled. “Then let’s head to the bottom of hell together.”

Rosalia never doubted his will for even a moment, from beginning to end; it felt wonderful to be trusted unconditionally.

"Of course, I also have things to complain about."

"What is it?"

Yuri thought to herself: Is he going to interrogate me about my relationship with the witches? Or is it about Tia's kiss?

Rosalia gave the boy a resentful look: "You're too late."

Yuri: "..."

Yuri and his party were still rising.

As the black pillars continued to extend, they themselves gradually became distorted.

It gradually changes, becoming more and more spiritual and more and more approachable.

If any of the tens of thousands of people kneeling below were willing to raise their heads, they would find...

On the desolate land, not only are there dark and eerie shadows of evil gods, but also a giant arm with its five fingers outstretched.

Yuri and the others stood in the center of the palm, with the five fingers standing in front of them, forming a shape that surrounded everyone.

"...It has stopped."

A witch whispered.

When it reached a height of nearly one thousand meters, the growth of the arm finally stopped.

Then, five ominous shadows drifted down from the sky and slowly landed on the five fingertips.

Rosalia raised an eyebrow: "They are..."

Yuri nodded calmly and said in a low voice, "They are the hands of the evil gods of darkness on the surface of the abyss..."