Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Chapter 1640 - 980: Gwyn, Becoming a Legend! (10,000-Word - )_6

However, new faith constantly drilled into his body, refilling the empty shell.The beliefs from the entire continent gathered in him.

Followers from the Sain Dungeon and all over the continent together created the one-of-a-kind existence known as the "Fire God Ge Wen"!

His power surpassed that of Viskasa.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it—"

Viskasa could no longer maintain his composure, greatly accelerating the absorption of the dark energy at the risk of damaging his body. He even started absorbing the demons who were offering him the dark energy, aiming to gather as much strength as possible before Ge Wen attacked!

He glanced at the iron ball, but in the end, did not reach out for it.

Ge Wen stood in the sky, motionless.

However, Viskasa felt another incredibly strong threat.

An unprecedented, sudden threat he never felt before, and this feeling of threat came from...

The capital where he was?

"Oh Mad Fire God, are you summoning us?"

In the slums of the capital, led by Todd, countless Mad Fire believers voiced this inquiry.

They were the city’s only survivors, all thanks to the Mad Fire God’s prophecy of the impending crisis. The entire Mad Fire Church worked together to build a refuge hidden deep underground. It wasn’t large, but could fully gather all the believers.

Todd and his companions huddled in the dungeon, their minds on edge due to the battles on the surface, their mental state at an all-time low.

And in this state, they were perfectly suited to be used as bomb detonators.

As soon as Viskasa started absorbing power, Gong Qiying was already summoning the Mad Fire believers. Now, whether to detonate this bomb depended entirely on his mood.

He had never tried to drive so many Mad Fire believers mad at once, and the consequences were completely unknown.

Perhaps, it could bring about the Mad Fire Sun?

Gong Qiying sensed Viskasa’s state, and just as the opponent reached a critical juncture, he suddenly acted to ignite the Mad Fire—

"Hmm?"

He felt something, and abruptly stopped.

On the throne, Viskasa also let out a sound full of puzzlement:

"Huh?"

Both simultaneously felt a sense of confusion, rooted in...

The dark energy that had been rushing to Viskasa from the beginning suddenly halted.

It stopped completely, not a trace entering his body anymore.

His transformation was abruptly interrupted, plunging him into a state of deep bewilderment.

"What?" he mumbled in bewilderment: "What happened?"

All the dark energy was gone? Could it be that the Demon Clan scattered throughout Scameroon were annihilated instantaneously? How is that possible, is it the work of Sain Dungeon again?

How could Sain Dungeon possibly have the energy to do such a thing!?

But this really wasn’t done by Sain Dungeon.

Gong Qiying was equally puzzled about it.

What’s going on? Although the King’s Soul holders he had spread across Scameroon had killed quite a few demons, they couldn’t have eliminated them all in one go.

So what on earth happened?

Rewind time a bit.

"High Priestess Onora, do we really have to obey that old fellow who’s been alive for God knows how long?"

In a city in eastern Scameroon, a mole demon that Dal had been chasing stood atop the city’s ruins, holding a crystal ball in one hand and a comatose person in the other.

Within the crystal ball, Onora’s image appeared, and the person he held was none other than the unconscious Edgar.

"Viskasa, an ancient demon sage, his return is sure to bring us new changes."

Onora’s cool voice came from the crystal ball, with little discernible emotion, making her inner intentions unfathomable.

"But don’t you feel unwilling, after all the effort we put into uniting the tribe, now he seems to just swoop in and snatch the fruits of our labor?" The mole demon expressed strong discontent.

"Hold your tongue." Onora sternly reprimanded, but the mole demon continued speaking:

"I can feel that old fellow is fighting a strong enemy, and he looks in bad shape. Do we really have to keep losing our fellow brothers for him? Why not just rebel at this moment—"

"I can pretend I didn’t hear that. This is for the future of our race. As long as the fight isn’t over, we must fully support Viskasa."

Onora’s voice was firm, her icy tone chilling to the bones.

"Yes..."

The mole demon bowed resentfully, about to end the communication.

But at that moment, the gathered demons suddenly stirred, a strong sense of threat surged to their hearts, and the mole demon immediately looked into the distance.

"Master Onora, look, there, that’s..."

He aimed the crystal ball at the sky, and Onora’s voice instantly drowned his.

"The Abyss!!!"

The mole demon was taken aback by Onora’s sudden heightened tone.

What appeared in their eyes was none other than the Four Kings of Little Londo, continually spreading the Abyss!

They hurled this blasphemous mire toward the ground, and all touched by the Abyss were devoured completely. No matter how strong a demon hero was, they couldn’t withstand this power, and the demons who had previously dominated human cities crumbled instantly under the might of the Abyss.