I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 97 The Chaos of the Underworld, The Devil's Child?

Deep underground, in a hidden corner of the city, lies a secret underground arena.

The damp air was thick with the smell of blood and alcohol, and the dim light cast distorted shadows on the rugged rock walls.

The clamor of dark creatures boiled over here, and various non-human figures scurried about in the shadows.

"Go! Tear him to pieces!"

"Kill him, and you will be the new King of Gladiators!"

The frantic shouts rose and fell.

Inside the octagonal cage at the center of the arena, two terrifying non-human monsters were locked in a fierce battle. One was a descendant of a demon with distinctive horns, while the other was a mutated creature covered in scales.

Their sharp claws made a piercing sound as they scratched against the cage walls, and blood spurted continuously from their wounds, pooling into dark red puddles on the filthy floor.

The octagonal cage was crowded with all sorts of dark creatures.

Most were immersed in the thrill of bloodshed, letting out beast-like roars; but a few monsters, still in human form, stood a little further away in a booth, coldly observing, their behavior still retaining some traces of civilization.

Have you heard the latest news?

Beside the bar, a pale-faced man in a black trench coat asked in a low voice.

The wine glass in his hand was filled with bright red liquid, which was swirling slightly.

A hooded woman next to her scoffed, "You mean the hunting of those dark creatures? The whole underworld is talking about it now."

Their conversation attracted the attention of several dark creatures on the other side of the bar.

Those who can perfectly maintain their human form are usually powerful figures in the underworld, but at this moment they all have solemn expressions.

"It is said that one of the victims was an elder of the vampire clan."

"When he was found, his body was like an empty shell, all his life force and strength had been drained. Moreover, there were almost no signs of a struggle at the scene."

The woman added, her voice tinged with barely concealed apprehension.

After she finished speaking, she subconsciously looked around, as if worried that something was watching from the shadows.

The man who had spoken earlier gave a wry smile: "These are turbulent times. After the Holy See reorganized the Sanctuary, that Pope's strength became ridiculously powerful, and he even launched some kind of extraordinary rise plan. The holy water they produce is too effective against us."

He took a sip of the liquid in his glass and continued to complain, "I used to be able to occasionally go up there for a treat, but now you could easily end up in trouble if you're not careful."

"The Supreme Sanctuary is oppressing us, and the Holy Domain has cut off our path to survival. Life is getting harder and harder."

"Speaking of this..."

"The black market is currently offering a bounty on a human boy, with an incredibly high reward. But I advise you to stay away from this."

Another small, dark creature interjected.

The hooded woman nodded in agreement: "It's obviously a trap. The dark creatures are having their power drained, and now there's a bounty on the little boy—these two things are too coincidental."

"I suspect there's something going on."

"There might be a possessor of a fragment of the Dark Book among them, or even a shadow of Hell."

The mere mention of the Dark Book and Hell sent a chill down the spines of all the dark creatures present.

Even the few low-level dark creatures that had been making a ruckus in the distance suddenly fell silent.

"Wasn't that vampire madman from before, the one who supposedly obtained a fragment of the Dark Book and wanted to perform some kind of ritual?"

"In the end, he still lost to the current Pope."

The thin, dark creature recalled.

The Dark Book is a taboo subject throughout the Underworld.

Although these dark creatures are essentially native to Earth, possessing their own thoughts and souls, and even though they feed on humans, they still harbor fear when faced with the Dark Book, an evil object capable of devouring the soul of its holder.

Unbeknownst to them, in the darkest corner of the bar, a man dressed in an ordinary priest's robe had overheard their entire conversation.

Moro slowly sipped the water in his glass, his eyes slightly narrowed beneath his wide-brimmed hat.

"The Dark Book—The Boy with the Bounty on His Hand—"

He silently recited it to himself, his fingers unconsciously tracing the name on the rim of the glass.

"Could it be the mother and child I've been tracking?"

Moro keenly realized that he might have stumbled upon a shocking conspiracy.

He gently put down his water glass, left a few coins on the table, and quietly left the underground hideout.

Back at the small inn where he was temporarily staying, Moro fell silent in his room, finally making up his mind.

A few years ago, he would never have sought help from the declining Papacy.

But now that the Holy See has reorganized the Holy Domain, Pope Ye Feng has dealt with many extraordinary crises in succession, and his strength has shaken the world.

"Only a fool wouldn't use such assistance."

Moro muttered to himself as he pulled out an encrypted communicator.

Inside the sanctuary, in the cardinal's office.

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A special text message notification broke the silence of the room.

The cardinal, who was reviewing documents, picked up the communicator and his expression changed drastically when he saw the code displayed on the screen. This was the emergency distress signal he had agreed upon with Moro.

He immediately got up and rushed to Ye Feng's room.

"Moro? Was he a former ascetic of the Vatican?"

After reading the message, Ye Feng asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty. He was a devout priest and one of the last ascetics of the Vatican."

"After the decline of the Vatican's supernatural power, he has been secretly monitoring the movements of the underworld and has provided us with a lot of intelligence. He wouldn't have sent this signal unless he encountered an insurmountable crisis."

The cardinal answered respectfully.

Ye Feng nodded thoughtfully: "I understand. Give him my contact information so he can contact me directly."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

The cardinal breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sent Ye Feng's contact information to Moro.

Moro, waiting for a reply in a run-down bar, was stunned when he saw the message. He hadn't expected the Pope to personally inquire about this matter.

Just as he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang. Moro took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Is that Father Moro?"

A calm and authoritative voice came from the other end of the phone.

Moro unconsciously straightened his back: "Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you for your personal response."

He recounted the information he knew: "During my travels over the past few years, I have been following clues related to Mephisto, with a particular focus on a mother and child."

"Until recently, demons from hell began to appear more frequently, and a high bounty was offered in the underworld for that boy. But I still don't understand what's so special about that boy."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng on the other end of the phone smiled slightly.

The truth that Moro was unaware of, he knew perfectly well.

The boy was a body Mephisto created on Earth using demonic power.

Previously, he was too young to withstand the possession of the demon lord, but now that the time is right, Mephisto naturally wants to reclaim this vessel.

In addition, the previous incident of the Demon Heart smuggling Mephisto had caused the Saint Vangelza Contract, which Mephisto had painstakingly built up over hundreds of years, to be purified by Ye Feng, had already enraged this Lord of Hell.

He even fought the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, in a dimensional rift, but failed to gain the upper hand.

It's not surprising that they're so eager to activate the human vessel now.

"I understand the situation."

"Find a safe church to stay in and send me the address. I'll send someone to handle this."

Ye Feng's voice pulled Moro back from his thoughts.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng seemed to be deep in thought. This was a perfect opportunity for Johnny to unleash his angelic powers.

Even if we can't retrieve his soul, at least we can grant him immortality and test the combat performance of the Bronze Cloth.

"Killing two birds with one stone."

Ye Feng muttered to himself, then contacted Johnny telepathically.

"I?"

Johnny, who was practicing controlling demonic power in the training ground, was quite surprised when he received the message. He quickly tidied himself up and went to Ye Feng's office.

"Your Majesty, what is the mission?"

Johnny asked curiously.

"A mission to annoy Mephisto."

"While I can't retrieve your soul, at least I can let you vent your anger."

Ye Feng smiled.

He told Johnny about Mephisto cultivating containers on Earth.

"A descended body?"

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Johnny's eyes widened, and he immediately became interested.

He was more than happy to cause trouble for the hell lord who had tormented him for years.

Am I going on this mission alone?

Johnny was already eager to try.

"Logan is training the Saint Seiya trainees, and Clarice and Anna are both at a crucial stage in comprehending their Cosmo."

"You are currently the most suitable person in the Sanctuary to carry out this mission."

Ye Feng explained.

He paused, then asked with concern, "By the way, how's your qi cultivation going?"

"Progress is good."

"The power of Qi is balanced and harmonious, complementing the meditation method of the microcosm. So far, I have not shown any signs of losing control."

Johnny answered.

"The boy in this mission will be the key to you unlocking the power of the angels."

"Act according to the situation. If the situation gets out of control, ask me for help immediately."

Ye Feng gave his earnest instructions.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Johnny nodded solemnly.

He was no reckless fool; he knew that anything related to Mephisto was of utmost importance.

Ye Feng gave Johnny the address that Moro had sent him and told him to wait for him at the training ground.

At the same time, Doom and Reed also received Ye Feng's message.

"In actual combat?"

The two exchanged a glance, surprised that the Saint Cloths would be put to practical use so soon.

Soon, the Saint Cloth Tokens and some supplies to deal with dark and hellish creatures were brought to the training ground. The Saint Cloth Tokens were engraved with spatial runes, which were completed by Ye Feng and Clarice together. Inside, there were Saint Cloth boxes and Saint Cloths.

"These are some holy water and supplies that will help you deal with dark and hellish creatures."

"You can give these things to Father Morrow."

"And one of your tasks is to test the Saint Cloth."

Ye Feng raised his hand and threw out the Saint Cloth Card. The runes centered on the Saint Cloth Card immediately began to flash.

A magnificent box emerged from the center of the formation; it was the Saint Cloth Box.

Everyone on the training field witnessed this scene.

Everyone's eyes turned intensely focused.