"How's the plan going?"
Sullenster asked from his throne.
His tone couldn't help but tinge with anxiety.
Because the current situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for them.
Although they still held complete dominance and a significant advantage,
the enemy was now slowly forming a new and effective resistance, finding their advantage.
This was a very bad start.
Sullenster knew clearly from his past experience in invading worlds that if he wanted to completely occupy and destroy a world, he had to advance with all his might.
Especially when he was determined to exert sufficient force to destroy it.
A stalemate would only result in failure and massive losses.
They would also lose the favor of the Abyss.
Once those who resisted gained a certain advantage and saw the light of day, they would burst forth with hope that would be a challenge even for the demons.
A powerful resistance erupted to repel the invasion.
As their advantage grew, their resistance intensified.
This would lead them to believe that their fierce resistance and sacrifice were effective.
It was necessary to strike a heavy blow at this moment, to dispel their resistance and lay the best foundation for the future.
Such an opportunity was imminent.
Salenst was keenly aware of it.
Alka's performance on the battlefield over the years had reached a remarkable level, becoming a rising star leading the battlefield's sentiment.
His arrival had indeed improved the situation on the front lines, even if many of the developments weren't entirely due to him. Under these circumstances...
Almost everyone would attribute the improvement to his arrival, attributing some credit, whether real or not, to him.
Some of the credit did indeed lie with him.
If Alka were eliminated at this moment, even if it was just his physical body...
This would deal a crushing blow to the defenders, both mentally and physically.
Invading a world isn't just about brutal destruction; it also involves a spiritual and psychic devastation.
The ensuing chaos will naturally lead to a surge in chaos, further overwhelming the defenders' spirits.
Looking at the open-air obsidian palace.
And now is the perfect time.
The light cast by the new moon in the sky has only intensified the suppression of the demons, whose strength already increases at night.
This new moon makes the demons sick.
Now, they are suppressed not only during the day but also at night.
Those traitorous gods in the sky are nothing more than trash.
I really don't know how these losers ever destroyed this world.
As for his question...
The demon lords standing below looked at each other. Honestly, they had no idea how the plan was progressing.
They weren't Salunster's subordinates, but partners. Each had their own thoughts and goals, so who would care about this thing?
Falor, who looked less like a demon, dressed in gray armor, said, "That depends on how prepared the Devouring Mouth is. I'm ready."
He opened his hand.
A strong aura of the Abyss emanated, filling the entire hall with its scent. All the demons couldn't help but smile with relief, a sense of homecoming.
And in his hand, of course, was the all-important Abyss Core.
However, they could sense the lingering traces of the Abyss's will within the core, but they dared not let their greedy gazes wander.
Hearing this, the Devouring Mouth looked at the Abyss Core.
"As long as the contract is signed, I'm ready anytime."
The Devouring Mouth stared at the Abyss Core and spoke directly.
"Then let's do it now. Everyone is a witness."
He held up the Abyss Core and walked directly before the Devouring Mouth.
The Devouring Mouth found it odd; he hadn't expected Farol to be so anxious. Narrowing his eyes, he couldn't help but grin.
"You seem anxious, huh?"
Hearing this, Farol stared nonchalantly at the Devouring Mouth and even at all the demons present.
"I'm anxious, and I don't believe you don't know what that means. If you don't want the Abyss to loathe you, then cooperate with me." His voice was blunt, but it didn't resonate with the surrounding demons.
This was indeed the reality.
Farol had come here on a mission from the Abyss.
Even Farol himself didn't understand why the Abyss was so pressing him to eliminate such a powerful human.
Even though he was indeed powerful, he was only a mortal, a god on the verge of becoming a god. The Abyss shouldn't have valued him so highly.
Or rather, it wasn't.
But the Abyss was urging him on, so he could only quicken his pace.
The other demons had no choice but to cooperate.
No matter how chaotic they were, they couldn't vent their recklessness and anger on the Abyss.
Recognition and respect for the Abyss were their only positive emotions.
All demons yearned for the Abyss's approval and feared its rejection.
The contract was drafted and signed in the presence of the demons.
It was still the same devilish contract they hated.
…
On the other side.
A god dressed in black robes, resembling an assassin, said, "If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the one to steal the divinity."
A phantom image appeared before him, and the image within was none other than Alka.
"Him? Has he done anything?"
"I don't know, but those demons are targeting this mortal right now, and they've made a lot of plans and arrangements around him."
"A mortal? Interesting."
The God of War couldn't help but remark as he looked at Alka's image.
The fact that those demons were targeting him so effectively proved that Alka had truly slowed down their advance.
This was enough to prove that Alka was no small figure.
"Then go talk to those demons and tell them we'd be happy to help them target this mortal.
I'm sure they'd be happy to share some information."
Before they knew it,
The net targeting Alka had been set up.
It was enveloping Alka.
Alka, at this moment...
Sat on the city wall, gazing at the beautiful moon in the sky.
Jason and the others were resting beside him. Juanlu raised his glass and said to the sky, "A toast to Sofia. If it weren't for him, this night wouldn't be as peaceful as it is today."
Although the shouts of killing continued to echo from the nearby city walls as he spoke, the nights were far better than they had been before.
The moon Sofia had transformed into had exerted a powerful suppression on the nighttime demons.
As a result, even the demons, no matter how numerous, were less willing to launch large-scale attacks at night.
Instead, they concentrated more of their forces during the day.
Although the pressure during the day had increased, at least the nights offered some time for a good rest.
This increase and decrease seemed the same, but it brought some relief.
Jason put his arm around Alka's shoulders and said with a smile, "Are you lonely at night now?"
Hearing this, Alka glanced at him.
"Now Sofia is the Star-Moon Valkyrie, and Lusilia is the Styx Maiden. I'm so happy!"
The news of Sofia becoming the new Moon Goddess spread even faster than Alka had imagined.
Because, compared to Lusilia,Sofia's followers on the front lines had already known her.
The moment Sofia instantly replaced her as the Moon Goddess, those who already believed in her instantly became her followers.
These followers also knew clearly that this new Moon was the former Moonlight Valkyrie.
Of course, they now called her the Star-Moon Valkyrie.
They began to spread the word without reservation.
Furthermore, the new Moon had indeed brought a visible advantage to the front lines. Naturally, the fame of Sofia's followers spread visibly.
Even a small church appeared within the fortress.
The Valkyrie sculpture inside was made with Alka's help.
Alka had become the companion of the Star-Moon Valkyrie, and wherever he went, people would glance at him or salute him, which he found strange.
"Do you think I'm a gigolo?" Alka asked.
As he spoke,
Everyone saw only a gray-robed, scythe-wielding shadow, leading a long trail of souls as it passed by them, nodding and bowing to Alka.
It was obvious that this death-like shadow was Lucelia's subordinate or employee.
It might be the soul of someone in Alka's small world, or even a puppet girl.
Jason and the others watched as the death-like shadow, carrying the souls of the soldiers killed today, began to ferry across the Styx on an invisible soul boat.
He turned to look at Alka. "You know what, it really feels like that."
Alka took a sip of his wine.
Despite that, Lucilia and Sofia had indeed begun their journey to godhood.
Just as Lucilia had said before, Sofia had been forced to ascend to godhood thanks to Alka's help and theft.
Fortunately, Sofia had long ago mastered the technique, thanks to her treasure's high compatibility and a clear end point. The process was relatively seamless, as she had already mastered it.
Of course, this was also inseparable from the Moon Maiden's help and Alka's stolen experience.
However, this also meant that Alka wouldn't be able to see Sofia and Lucilia for a while, as both were busy repairing world order.
"Here's something for you," Alka said, handing a palm-sized key to Jason.
"What is it?"
"A souvenir. Just keep it safe. It'll be useful later."
"So mysterious," Jason muttered, but he still carefully put the key away, placing it in his pocket ring.
After a brief chat, everyone dispersed and returned to their respective posts.
Though the attacks of those damned demons had slowed down at night, they were still attacking. Who knew when they'd suddenly strike a nerve and launch another forced assault?
Alka sat on the edge of the city wall.
The imps below were constantly being annihilated by chaotic lightning and various energy states.
At this moment, his eyes transformed into pupils like golden crystal.
A smile spread across his face.
"What an unexpected find! Are these gods getting involved too? I can't wait."
He saw the prophecy of his own crisis.
The source of the crisis was self-evident.
The web woven by the traitorous gods and demons had practically loomed over him.
Even with eyes that could see through secrets, if he still couldn't see this web, the Four Gods would leap from their graves to slap him.
But this was exactly the moment Alka had been waiting for.
He would inflict a crushing defeat on those who had joined in his hunt.
Laying the foundation for world victory.
Let it rise to prominence at this moment.
"Come on, begin! I can't wait any longer."
Alka spoke, his golden eyes fixed on the boundless darkness ahead.
...
Time flowed.
The flames of war raged.
The powerful abyssal aura erupting from the abyssal rifts spread across nearly the entire island, billowing thick smoke into the sky.
"Where are the elemental crystals? We're running low! Hurry, have the logistics team bring in more!" the master manipulating the elemental tower roared.
The lack of elemental crystals will weaken the protective shield and reduce the energy attack against the demons.
"The last batch is already behind us, and will be here soon," the assistant shouted.
The surroundings were filled with the sound of explosive energy flying everywhere. On such a battlefield, they could only shout loudly to be heard clearly.
As for the technique of using magic power for close-range voice transmission, it would be a waste of magic power and unnecessary. It would only cost more time.
"That's good. Wait, what do you mean by 'last batch'?" the white-bearded old man suddenly slapped the table in front of him and shouted.
The young assistant next to him said helplessly, "The elemental crystals have been used up in the attacks over the past two days. The last batch from the city is on its way, but it's only the last batch."
"How could the supply suddenly run out at this time?"
"I don't know. It's said that the cultists offshore have been frantically attacking all sorts of transport supplies. Elemental supplies have been looted, ships have been sunk, or transport times have been slowed."
Hearing this, the old man roared in rage, slamming the table and cursing the cultists' families.
But now he could only curse.
"Never mind. Let's get that batch of elemental crystals in first. And tell those idiots who don't know how to save money to use them sparingly. Elemental crystals aren't meant to be wasted."
Hearing this, the assistant next to him rolled his eyes.
You just told us to increase the power and give those demons a hard blast, and now you're telling us to save again.
But he could only nod and quickly descend.
At this moment, inside the central main tower of the front line,
All the archbishops of the Four Gods Church had gathered here, along with the most powerful and influential individuals from each faction.
"Have these damned traitors of this world, those damned evil gods, and these demons colluded again?" a gray-robed, somewhat slovenly old man with a long beard asked angrily.
A wise elder from the Holy Machine Church.
Next to him sat a more respectable old man, one of the three rotating archbishops.
"Hasn't this been clear for a long time? It's just that they seem to have made some arrangements recently."
A variety of information and materials were laid out before them.
Furthermore, these high-ranking figures were equally powerful, and many of them bore traces of battle, evidently having just fought outside.
The fierce fighting outside had been going on for two days.
Wave after wave of demons crashed down like a tsunami, with even more gathering. The attack seemed endless.
Even the demon lords began to appear.
They had just engaged in a battle with those lords.
Supplies were in short supply, and support was temporarily suspended.
Because as early as a month ago, transportation routes around the world had been disrupted and destroyed by those damned cultists.
Clearly, it was for this very moment.
But the problem was, they didn't know what their goal was this time.
Clearly, if they were to attack all at once, this force wouldn't be enough to destroy the defenses they'd built over a decade, amassed with most of the world's resources.
That would be underestimating them.
It didn't seem like an all-out attack, meant to take them down in one fell swoop.
Rather, it seemed like they were making targeted arrangements.
If the goal was to wipe out their entire force in one fell swoop, it would be considered a success, but that shouldn't be the case.
So, what was the purpose?
Unable to come to a clear conclusion, the brief meeting ended. They once again took to the city walls to defend against those damned demon lords.
At this moment, Alka was on the front lines.
With a flick of his hand, he severed the arm of a demon, then dodged the following enemy attack like a shadow.
He threw the demon's arm into the sealed space, seemingly sealing it, but in reality, stealing it.
This was Alka's temporary method of concealing his actions.
After all, stealing and sealing seemed to feel the same, as long as Alka didn't return it.
Unexpectedly, the enemy had grown another arm.
He had actually discarded the concept of an arm, and through some means unknown to Alka, he had regrown his arm.
It seemed he was truly targeted.
He backhandedly chopped off the head of another demon harassing him, then ripped the soul from its head.
Just as Alka continued to fight, a figure he hadn't seen in a long time appeared before him, crimson blades raining down on him.
He deflected all the blades.
Looking at the demon before him.
"The coward has appeared? Is today some kind of demon's courage day?"