god of tomorrow

"Commander Gauss! Commander Gauss—" x70+

Dawn slipped into the crowd, but everything was progressing smoothly and in a positive direction. He just needed to play the support role.

"Brothers, look around you. More than a hundred of our brothers have died in battle today..."

"I, the commander, do not expect you all to be as determined as I am to avenge our fallen brothers, but the blood debt cannot be forgotten, and Rupert must pay the price..."

At this point, Gawain saw that the adventurers had no intention of revenge and only wanted their leader to lead them in burning, killing, and looting. He took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Charge into the lord's mansion, seize that bastard's position, and divide his vast wealth equally!"

Gawain didn't need to say anything more; it was simply a matter of "guns in hand, follow me, kill the lord, seize the fortress"—something any adventurer could imagine.

And after Rupert was killed, the watchtower was no longer a watchtower, but a pillbox.

These days, which noble family doesn't keep a few servants to maintain appearances, plus wives and young ladies? Just thinking about it makes the adventurers excited, and they urge their captain to lead everyone into battle immediately.

"Charge with me! I saw it clearly just now, the female knight ran that way." Gawain pointed, pointing in the direction the remnants of the Seclusion Society were fleeing.

"Charge!"

As one of the crowd, an anonymous blond-haired man, volunteered to be a lackey, the enthusiasm of all the adventurers was mobilized, and they followed Gawain in pursuit of the fleeing army.

……

The underground cavern is incredibly large. The closer you get to the center, the more spacious and expansive the surrounding area becomes. It could easily fit three or four Sunset Towns inside.

This magnificent underground structure is clearly beyond the realm of human craftsmanship. While magic cannot be ruled out, it is more like some kind of ancient ruin.

As the group approached the center, the temperature in the air rose sharply, the damp underground environment became increasingly dry and sweltering, and the stalactites overhead became even more crimson, resembling countless blood-dripping fangs, an ominous sight that sent chills down one's spine.

At this moment, in the center of the cave, a huge and ancient magic circle occupied the entire ground, with obscure and intricate patterns flowing with a dark red halo.

Judging from the stone altar behind the magic circle, this place can be inferred to be an altar exclusively for Hell.

There was no statue of a god at the altar, but a broken claw. The claw was jagged and torn off by some terrifying force, with congealed black blood and white bone fragments intertwined.

A middle-aged man dressed in a red and black robe prayed softly, holding an ancient book with a black cover in his arms.

Rupert.

The mastermind behind the scenes had a refined and gentle face, lacking the sinister features of an ambitious or scheming person. His eyes were soft, he appeared harmless, and even had the air of a moral exemplar.

"Failed again..."

Rupert opened his eyes and looked at the inactive altar with disappointment. There was also a bright red tattoo-like symbol between his eyebrows.

The mark of hell is not magic, but rather a derivative of magic. It was obtained by Rupert through a sacrifice in his early years, and subsequent sacrifices never received a response from the demon god.

The reason is simple: there are no records of hell on the continent of Universal World. Perhaps there are powerful magicians and high-ranking church officials who know the secrets, but these things cannot be talked about, much less inquired about.

It's a barbecue grill!

Rupert didn't even have a Daedric statue, had no goal, didn't know the recipe for sacrifice, and in his haphazard exploration, he only mastered one spell: the Mark of Hell.

This magic allows the marked person to enter a bloodthirsty state for a short period of time, forcibly increasing their base stats, and making them faster, higher, and stronger, along with their reserve magic power.

Rupert had tasted success and became convinced that he was the chosen one of hell. He studied diligently for many years, sacrificing countless offerings in the process.

The result was very unfavorable.

Hell only takes money and does nothing. They often accept offerings and then leave without doing anything, or they don't even bother to accept the money. Rupert has been talking himself hoarse, but the magic circle on the altar still doesn't even light up.

Is the streamer not in the live stream today?

impossible!

The demon god is not wrong; the demon god is testing me!

With that thought in mind, Rupert frantically increased the intensity of the sacrifice.

In a way, Rupert also experienced a turning point in his life. His family fell into decline and he was no longer able to govern his original fiefdom. While he was studying at the Royal Magic University, the king issued a decree to change his family fiefdom to Sunset Town.

Rupert led the two knights to Sunset Town. The transportation was inconvenient, and although it was close to the capital, it could not benefit from its popularity and would only be exploited by the capital. When they got off the vehicle, they felt as if the sky had fallen.

Unexpectedly, by sheer chance, during the construction of the city lord's mansion, an underground cave was unearthed. Deep inside the cave, they found a pitch-black ancient book and a hellish altar.

Except for the lack of a deity statue and the presence of only a severed hand, everything else is perfect.

Based on the records in the ancient book, Rupert started researching Hell from scratch, and his experiments quickly bankrupted him. Driven by his ambition to prove himself a capable young man, he tried every means to amass wealth, contacting noble friends in the capital and claiming that Sunset Town had its own unique customs and traditions.

At first, they did small-scale, legitimate business. As they got to know more and more nobles and gained their protection, they truly started doing legitimate business.

He himself was not interested in money; he only amassed wealth to experiment with sacrificial recipes. Perhaps he was just unlucky, or perhaps he had exhausted all his luck in finding this place, as he couldn't buy a single decent spell except for the Hell Mark.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the demons of hell are not human and only take offerings without doing anything.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and Rupert turned around in displeasure. Seeing the defeated soldiers of the Seminary, he frowned and asked, "What happened? Where is Maren?"

"The Knight has been defeated..."

"My lord, the adventurers are attacking!"

"They outnumber us, so it would be best for you, my lord, to avoid a direct confrontation."

Without Mullen, the retreat members were in complete disarray, chattering like hundreds of ducks.

Should I avoid their direct confrontation?

Rupert smiled. Behind him lay the dreamland of realizing all his ambitions, behind him lay hell. He had nowhere to retreat, and no matter how sharp his edge, he could only face it head-on.

Just as he was about to take the knife, he suddenly remembered something.

"Speaking of which, I've never performed a large-scale human sacrifice before..."

Rupert's eyes gleamed. He was poisoned by hell, his mind filled with sacrificial rituals. He couldn't suppress his mad thoughts, nor did he want to. Looking at the remnants of the Retreat Society, he suddenly realized that these people were also excellent fresh sacrifices.

There's also Sunset Town, which, if you add it all up, has a population of over ten thousand.

"Why didn't I think of that before..."

"It's not too late!"

Chapter 89 Hellish Magic: The Source of Gluttony - A Bloody Feast

"Where is that long-legged stinky woman? She killed my brother, my own brother! I will take revenge with my own hands."

"I'll help you. I swear to my Silver Staff, it will help you take revenge."

"I swear to help you with my holy spear, which can kill in one strike!"

"And my giant whip axe!"

"And your dead brother!"

"You damned necromancer, I'll fight you to the death."

The adventurer team marched forward noisily. It was a miracle that this undisciplined mob, which was marching rapidly through the unbearably hot underground cavern, did not break up due to the harsh conditions.

Upon closer examination, the reason had nothing to do with the leader's charisma; over 90% of the credit went to the female knight, Ray.

If she hadn't been so adept at drawing hatred, even if Gao Wen had integrated this group, it would have been difficult for him to command them to commit crimes collectively.

Now things are much easier. Whenever there are complaints in the team, Gawain will bring out the female knight for a chat. Her rallying lines really get the kick out, keeping the adventurers' team in high spirits.

That being said, Gao Wen knew very well that making empty promises was something that could be done once or twice, but not repeatedly. Even if Boss Cao made a promise to quench thirst by looking at plums, first there had to be a mountain, and then he could boast that there was a plum grove on the other side of the mountain.

The underground cavern is too large; if they don't find their target soon, the team will immediately disband.

Gao Wen was lucky today. He followed the equipment abandoned by the remnants of the Retreat Society and caught up with the fleeing army half an hour later, just before their morale began to crumble.

The remnants of the retreat gathered together, led by a middle-aged man in a red and black robe. He took over the leadership position from Maren, gathered the remaining soldiers in front of him, and once again made them fearless of death.

The surrounding terrain is flat and has been specially cleared, making it ideal for a decisive battle between the two armies.

“It’s the lord, it’s Rupert, I’d recognize his hypocritical face even if it were ashes.”

Many members of the adventurer's party have seen Rupert.

Gawain frowned. He had just used Cao Cao as an example, and now he was thinking about Cao Cao's joke again. Rupert was the lord of Sunset Town and knew the underground caverns like the back of his hand. He knew exactly where to ambush and where to hold out.

He could have simply retreated to a safe place and set up an ambush to scatter the adventurers. Why did he insist on a knight duel? Is he an idiot?

"Commander, give the order quickly!"

The adventurers' eyes gleamed with malice; they couldn't contain themselves and were eager to deal with Rupert so they could storm into the city lord's mansion and wreak havoc.

Gawain nodded. Something was wrong, but he couldn't worry about it now. These adventurers were just a nuisance if left alive. Right now, morale was high, so they should make the most of them and wipe out the weaker soldiers first.

So what if they have conspiracies and schemes? So what if they are full of tricks? Do they outnumber my seventy-odd brothers?

Gawain raised his assassin's dagger and painted the last promise the captain had: "Kill Rupert, block the mountain roads in and out, and the entire Sunset Town will be ours. Success or failure hinges on this battle. I, the captain, will personally oversee the operation. Anyone who retreats will be stabbed three times and stabbed six times."

"Charge!" x70+

Gawain's final pancake was dispensable; the adventurers had eaten their fill of pancakes along the way, and now, full of energy, they roared and charged forward.

At the same time, the retreat also launched an attack, with hundreds of people fighting each other on the flat open ground, screams and blood mingling together.

Seeing this, Rupert, who was standing in front of the altar blocking the view, breathed a sigh of relief.

The adventurers suddenly turned against him, and the fate of the two knights was unknown. He didn't have much time to prepare, so he used wind magic to spread dust over the sacrificial magic circle, making the trap setup extremely haphazard.

Fortunately, the adventurers' temporary leader was an idiot who only knew how to fight head-on, otherwise he would have had to put in a lot of effort.

Seeing that the battle had reached its climax, Rupert no longer hesitated. He lowered his head slightly, muttered incantations, and offered the hundreds of people on the magic circle as sacrifices, regardless of life or death, to the great demon god of hell.

Because the demon god's name was unknown and the recipe for the offering was made on the spur of the moment, the success of the sacrifice depended entirely on luck.

boom!

The sacrificial ceremony began, and dark red array patterns bloomed, transforming into a soaring beam of blood-red light that dispelled the surface dust and revealed itself to everyone.

Altar!

I am a sacrifice! x60+

The adventurers were terrified and forgot all about fighting, scrambling to escape. However, the edge of the magic circle had a blood-red barrier, a thin layer of blood that separated life and death, far beyond their ability to break through.

After a series of heavy metal percussion sounds, only one blond youth managed to escape.

In contrast, the members of the retreat were calm yet fanatical, either kneeling in devout worship or dancing some strange dance, awaiting their upcoming journey to hell.

"It's done! It's a success!"

Rupert was overjoyed; he had won the bet.

Although the successful execution of the ritual does not mean that the demon god will bestow rewards, as there have been many instances in the past where the demon god took money but did not perform the task, he firmly believes that as long as the ritual proceeds smoothly, everything will be alright.