All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The middle-aged hero sheathed his knight's sword and strode forward to the crowd.

His gaze swept over the divine spear in Sabella's hand, his tone calm and serious.

"We should minimize our contact with it."

"This underground city is strange and unpredictable. Ordinary treasures would never appear out of thin air. Its appearance must not be accidental."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Leah, Doron, and Allen in turn.

"Sabera is a holy high nun, protected by the divine, and her body is filled with holy power."

"Ordinary evil energy and unknown energies cannot harm her, so it is safest for her to possess it."

"But the three of you are different; you have no divine protection."

"Once you come into contact with this gun, if it is imbued with hidden energy, you will be unable to defend yourself and will only find yourself in danger."

Upon hearing this, everyone silently took a step back.

The gaze directed at the sharpshooter now held a hint of wariness.

Leah put away her bow and arrows and softly echoed, "The captain is right, we should indeed be cautious."

"This underground city holds too many unknowns; we must not let curiosity lead us into trouble."

Doron scratched his head and put away his giant axe: "I'll listen to the captain!"

"Since Sabella is handling it, we just need to clear the way!"

Allen nodded, slung his staff behind his back, and stopped staring curiously at the divine spear.

"Let's go." The middle-aged hero turned around first and walked towards the front of the passage.

"Now that we've cleared this monster stronghold, we need to continue our advance and get to the main city as soon as possible to report back."

Everyone followed suit and quickly adjusted their formation.

Lia led the way to scout the road, while Doron brought up the rear.

Allen and the middle-aged hero were in the middle, while Sabella walked in the middle of the group.

She held the cross in one hand and the lance behind her with the other, her steps steady.

Sabella looked down at the sharpshooter behind her.

The black and red gun barrel was tightly bound to his back with strips of cloth, fitting snugly against his spine.

She could vaguely sense a faint warmth, far from the coldness that a weapon should have.

She examined the gun repeatedly and was certain that it was no ordinary weapon.

No matter how hard they tried to activate their sacred power to sense it, they couldn't find a single energy fluctuation.

It was as if it were just an ordinary piece of iron that had lost all its power.

What puzzled her even more was that the gun gave her a strange sense of familiarity.

The feeling was faint, like a mark deep within the soul being gently touched.

It felt both strange and familiar, as if I had seen this gun long ago.

Or it may have come into contact with things that share the same origin.

But she grew up in the Holy See and had come into contact with countless weapons and treasures.

But I've never had this strange feeling before.

Within the core of the divine spear, Wei Yu's remnant soul kept a close eye on Sabella's every move.

Seeing her frequently furrowed brows and puzzled look, I felt a sense of unease.

He muttered to himself, "Has she found out about me?"

He quickly recalled the past, when he was sealed inside the divine spear.

He lurked in the forbidden land of the primordial world for countless years, and even a top power like Hongjun never noticed the existence of his remnant soul.

They regarded the divine spear as just an ordinary innate divine weapon.

The nun in front of me is just a member of the adventure team. Even though she possesses divine power, her cultivation is far inferior to that of Hongjun.

Logically speaking, it should be impossible for him to have known of his existence.

"That can't be right. Even Hongjun didn't notice me, she shouldn't be able to..."

Wei Yu's lingering soul trembled slightly as he tried to convince himself.

Sabella's seemingly unintentional probing gaze still made him uneasy.

"I'm probably being too sensitive."

"She just thought the gun was strange; she didn't realize I was there."

He suppressed his anxiety and concealed all his spiritual energy.

They tried their best to keep the divine spear in its ordinary, iron-like state, and dared not make the slightest move.

He didn't know Sabella's stance, nor was he sure what she would do if she found out.

We can only hide for now and wait and see.

Sabella seemed unaware of the lingering soul within the gun.

She adjusted the strip of cloth on her back to make sure the spear wouldn't fall off.

He then quickened his pace to catch up with the team.

The faint light ahead of the passage grew brighter, indicating that they were approaching the exit of the underground city.

The damp, musty smell in the air gradually dissipated, replaced by the fresh scent of the ground.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the myriad realms.

Inside the Demon King's army headquarters, however, a completely different scene unfolded.

This base camp is hidden deep in the mountains, which are shrouded in darkness and clouds all year round.

The main hall is constructed of jet-black obsidian, with a dome that soars into the clouds.

Inlaid with countless eerie green magic crystals, the hall was bathed in a sinister and terrifying light.

The floor of the main hall was covered with a black animal skin carpet, on which bloodstains that had not yet dried remained.

Huge skull pillars stood on both sides, with chains wrapped around them.

Several dying prisoners were chained to the end of the chains, emitting faint groans.

It adds a touch of violence and terror.

In the shadows on both sides of the main hall stood several figures dressed in black armor, exuding a sinister aura.

They are the core cadres of the Demon King's army, each commanding a large force and possessing formidable strength.

He was surrounded by a dense demonic aura, and his eyes were icy cold, like a demon from hell.

In the center of the main hall, Gluttony knelt on the ground.

He was still very robust, and his body, which had been severely injured, had been completely repaired by demonic energy.

However, his black armor was covered in cracks and stained with dark red blood.

Clearly, the repair process was not without its challenges.

His head was bowed, his shoulders trembled, and he was utterly exhausted.

His eyes were filled with fear, and he didn't even have the courage to look up.

In front of the Gluttony Noodles is a long set of obsidian steps.

The steps are steep and towering, each one carved with eerie magical patterns, exuding a faint evil aura.

Three figures stood on the steps: two women and one man.

Their aura was extremely powerful, far surpassing that of the cadres on both sides.

His body was surrounded by a mixture of demonic energy and special power, forming an invisible pressure that caused the air in the hall to freeze.

The woman on the left is wearing a red gauze dress with black spider lily patterns embroidered on the hem.

Her face was alluring, and her eyes were seductive yet carried a chilling coldness.

He held a long whip wrapped around a venomous snake, which flicked its tongue and emitted a potent venomous aura.

She is a Demon King's army officer, specializing in seduction and manipulating others.

He was ruthless and killed without hesitation.

The woman on the right is wearing a black mage's robe, with a cold face and empty eyes.

He was surrounded by a dense aura of death, and held a black magic book in his hand.

The pages turned slightly, emanating a chilling, necromantic power.

She is the death of the Demon King's army, wielding necromancy.

It can summon countless undead warriors, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake.

The man between the two was wearing silver and black armor.

He had a handsome face but a sinister look, and he held a slender, demonic sword in his hand.

The sword gleamed with a dark purple light, and its aura was both calm and violent.

It possesses both the strength of a warrior and the unpredictability of a mage.

He is the arrogance of the Demon King's army, and his strength is the strongest among the three high-ranking officers.

He is arrogant and conceited, and doesn't respect anyone.

The three stood side by side on the steps, their gazes coldly fixed on Gluttony kneeling below.

There was no pity whatsoever.

Lust gently swayed the long whip in his hand, and the snake's tongue brushed against the whip, making a soft hissing sound.

A seductive smile played on her lips, her tone teasing: "Gluttony, you're lucky to be alive."

"He was severely injured by the hero's team, yet he still survived."

Gluttony's body trembled even more violently as he replied in a trembling voice.

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty, for your mercy. Thank you for bestowing upon me the power to restore my health..."

He dared not mention his crushing defeat and could only humbly express his gratitude.

They were afraid of incurring the Demon King's displeasure.

Death was expressionless, its empty gaze fixed on Gluttony.

His tone was icy: "The mission failed, and the losses were devastating."

"Do you think you can absolve yourself of your guilt with just a thank you?"

The spellbook in her hand glowed faintly, and a dense aura of death enveloped Gluttony.

Binge eating made him stiff all over, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

He wasn't afraid of death, but of angering His Majesty the Demon King.

Arrogance raised his hand to stop death, his gaze sweeping over Gluttony, his tone full of disdain.

"Forget it, killing him won't make a difference; keeping him alive can at least make up for some of the losses."

His gaze fell on the top of the steps, and his tone instantly became respectful.

"Moreover, His Majesty the Demon King has not yet given the order, so it is not our place to deal with him."

All eyes turned to the top of the steps.

There stands a magnificent throne, carved from jet-black obsidian.

It is inlaid with countless dark blue magic crystals, and the armrests are carved with the heads of ferocious giant dragons.

The dragon held a glowing magic core in its mouth, radiating a powerful and terrifying pressure.

It seemed capable of crushing all living beings.

A man is sitting on a throne, dressed in a black imperial robe.

His robe was embroidered with golden magic patterns, and he was surrounded by a faint black mist.

Countless vengeful spirits could be faintly heard howling within the black mist, emanating a chilling aura.

His face was hidden in the black mist, with only a pair of deep, cold eyes visible.

His gaze was cold and majestic, like that of a sovereign who controls all things, and slowly fell upon Gluttony.

With just a glance, Gluttony felt a suffocating pressure.

He kept his head down, his forehead pressed against the cold ground.

Cold sweat slid down his cheeks, soaking the black animal skin carpet.

Even the trembling of her body became cautious, for fear of disturbing the man on the throne.

The demon king's army officers on both sides also restrained their auras and lowered their heads.

Unable to meet the gaze of the man on the throne, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Only the prisoners' faint groans and the heavy breathing of the others remained.

The man in the black mist remained silent, his deep eyes fixed on Gluttony for a long time.

That gaze seemed to pierce through everything, revealing the fear and regret in his heart.

Lust, Death, and Pride also stood on the steps with a slight bow.

They dared not utter a sound, for they knew the Demon King's nature all too well.

He is capricious and ruthless, even though he is a core member of the leadership.

If you cannot satisfy the Demon King, you will only end up dying a gruesome death.

The oppressive aura within the main hall grew increasingly intense, and the flow of black demonic energy accelerated.

The chains on the skull pillar jingled.

The prisoners' groans gradually weakened, clearly unable to withstand the terrifying pressure.

Gluttony's body was almost pressed against the ground, and his soul was trembling.

He prayed constantly, hoping to receive the Demon King's forgiveness.

The man in the black mist remained silent.

His gaze slowly swept over the cadres on both sides, and then landed on the three people on the steps.

Finally, let's return to binge eating.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne.

Each strike felt like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

It put everyone's nerves on edge.

Just as everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, a heavy sigh was heard.

A sigh, tinged with impatience and uncertainty, echoed through the deathly silent hall.

It instantly dispelled most of the stagnant pressure.

"Never mind." The Demon King's voice was low and hoarse, like metal rubbing against stone.

He showed no emotion, yet possessed an undeniable authority: "Leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist surrounding him suddenly surged.

Like a tidal wave, it enveloped his figure, and the image on the throne instantly blurred.

The cadres on both sides and the three people on the steps were all taken aback, and then quickly bowed in greeting.

They responded in unison, "As Your Majesty commands!"

Before they could even look up, the black mist completely dissipated, and the throne was now empty.

Only a faint trace of demonic energy remained, proving that the oppressive aura from before was not an illusion.

He ate gluttonously as if granted a pardon, then collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

His armor was soaked with cold sweat, and it took him a long time to manage to get up.

He lowered his head and hurriedly retreated to a corner of the main hall, not daring to linger for even a moment longer.

At that moment, the Demon King's figure had quietly appeared at the top of the castle.

A cold wind howled atop the castle, and dark clouds hung low, almost pressing down on the castle walls.

A dense demonic aura swirled around him, blending with the chilling atmosphere of heaven and earth.

He was still wearing a black imperial robe embroidered with gold patterns, and although most of the black mist had dissipated, it still swirled around him.

His face was veiled, but his deep eyes pierced through the layers of gloom, gazing into the distance.

That was a land untouched by the Demon King's army, where wisps of smoke and faint lights could be seen.

This stands in stark contrast to the darkness and desolation here.

He stood silently in the raging wind, his aura deep and unfathomable.

No one knew what he was thinking; it was his covetousness for unconquered lands.

Or perhaps it's a different perspective on this conflict.

Only the fluttering of his robes and the surging demonic energy spoke of his ambition and secrets to control everything.