Chapter 14 - 14

Chapter 14: Chapter 14

After several days of busy work, Yumo's adjustment of the purple crystal also came to an end.

Afterward, she began to adjust the number of Abyssal Demons in the Great Winter Forest.

There are two ways for Abyssal Demons to be born.

first is that Warcraft or humanoid races are influenced by the power of Shadow when they are within ten kilometers of the Demon Temple, and they directly transform into Abyssal Demons.

The other is through the spread of Abyssal Demons.

For example, if a person was injured by an Abyssal Demon and the wound is not treated in time, they will be infected by the power of the Shadow on the wound, lose their reason, and transform into bloodthirsty demons.

In a sense, this is somewhat similar to the zombies in "Res! dent Evil" that Yumo watched in his previous life.

In any case, more than 500 years ago, before Yumo became the consciousness of the Demon Temple, the power of the Shadow in the Demon Temple would turn all surrounding creatures into Abyssal Demons, and these Abyssal Demons would rampage uncontrollably, causing the number of Demons to skyrocket.

The rapidly increasing number of Abyssal Demons soon almost wiped out all the creatures in the Great Winter Forest, and without food, they began to move outward.

This caused great suffering for all living beings on the continent.

Fortunately, in the face of this unprecedented crisis, the forces on the continent chose to set aside their previous grievances and work together.

They eventually managed to barely repel the invasion of the Abyssal Demons.

However, the losses suffered by these forces were unprecedented and would be difficult to recover from in a short time.

If the Abyssal Demons horde were to move south again with even greater numbers...

If that's the case, there might not be many people left on the continent...

Starting with a Hell Difficulty? What's the point of having a protagonist team then?! Do you still need to have trials?!

Therefore, about 300 years ago, Yumo began to implement a strict plan to control the number of abyssal demons. At the same time, she also worked to protect the ecological balance within the Winter Forest.

Only by ensuring that there are enough other monsters in the forest can the food source of the abyssal demons be guaranteed.

With enough food, these children will not actively rush out of the forest,

Of course, the premise is that those Mot** in the continent don't come and seek death...

As the saying goes,

Those who dig their own graves cannot live,

After reducing the number of Abyssal Demons and ensuring food supply, Yumo can basically ensure that most of the Abyssal Demons stay quietly in the middle and deep areas of the Winter Forest.

Even if some of them rush out to attack humans, there is nothing to worry about.

With Yumo's help, major forces have already constructed countless defenses outside the Winter Forest, and there are no major problems in blocking a few abyssal demons.

Right?

Well...

In short, in order to give the forces on the continent enough time to recuperate, Yumo has put a lot of effort into it.

However,

There is another problem with this approach, which is that after the frequency of Abyssal Demons appearing in front of people has greatly reduced, the fear of the new generation toward Abyssal Demons has also decreased.

Gradually, more and more people are entering Winter Forest for various strange purposes, which is a bit annoying...

Well, although most of them, like The Church Hero Pix, eventually died in the mouths of the abyssal demons, their dying counterattacks sometimes still manage to kill a few abyssal demons...

Since Yumo cannot stop these people from seeking death, she might as well use them as experiments and references...

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"Sigh..."

After completing the annual 'Demon' census and transforming back into a red ball of light, Yumo let out a sigh of frustration.

The statistical results she just obtained were unsatisfactory.

'This year, only 320 Abyssal Demons died?! That's fifty fewer than last year?! It's been five consecutive years of decline!'

'However, the number of adventurer deaths has risen to 5300?!'

'The death toll of Abyssal Demons continues to decline, but the number of adventurers is increasing?! This is ridiculous! The Abyssal Demons I set up around the forest perimeter are all the lowest level. How can they be so difficult to deal with?!'

Yumo couldn't help but think deep in her heart.

These adventurers' achievements are getting worse and worse, making Yumo suspect the quality of the strong people on the continent.

'Could it be that the Abyssal Demons haven't invaded for too long, causing those people to neglect their Training?'

'If this continues, how will these people on the continent cooperate with the main group to attack the Winter Forest?!'

"A bunch of useless humans!"

Yumo couldn't resist cursing in her heart, which is very rare for her.

She also thought about whether she needed to let Limo and the others cause a commotion to reawaken those fools' sense of crisis.

They didn't need to cause too much trouble. Just picking a small country near the Winter Forest and wiping them out should be enough...

Or maybe find a way to help them reform their education and training system?

"Ah, forget it, forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore. After all, I can't leave here."

Bilomu's body trembled involuntarily, and a chill ran down his spine as he laid eyes on the wolf.

Despite the wolf not exerting any visible force, its mere presence, lying on the ground and observing them, filled Bilomu with an indescribable sense of pressure that overwhelmed him.

This kind of Pressure was not something that the Saint-Level heroes of the church could compare to.

Bilomu was almost certain that this giant wolf was the legendary 'Demon king'

[Snow Devourer]

'If a Demon King like [Snow Devourer] was quietly resting here, and this dilapidated Temple was not the Temple of Demons, then where else could it be?! Moreover, the fact that [Snow Devourer], a ferocious Abyssal Demon, did not attack after seeing us was definitely due to the instructions of Demon Lord!!'

Only the Demon Lord can command Demon King beings!

Indeed, we are the chosen ones, blessed by the Demon Lord! Our unwavering devotion must have touched the heart of the Demon Lord!

Bilomu couldn't help but think excitedly.

The next moment, under the icy gaze of the white wolf, Bilomu and his companions hurriedly ran to the center of the Temple, and then without hesitation, knelt down on the ground, raised their hands, and made a prayer-like gesture.

After saying a few obscure and incomprehensible words, Bilomu bowed his head and shouted toward the direction of the throne.

"Great Demon Lord, we are devoted to your cause! We have traveled from the far reaches of the Red Lotus Empire to be here! We express our deepest gratitude for your divine protection! We have meticulously arranged the most exquisite offerings in your honor! Our utmost desire is for your satisfaction! And if you find favor in them, we humbly beseech you to bestow your blessed blessings upon us, mighty Great Demon Lord!"

As Bilomu spoke, the white giant wolf's eyes flickered with a trace of ferocity, causing the figures in black robes at the entrance of the hall to tremble visibly.

As for Bilomu and the others kneeling in the center of the hall, they fell into a state of uneasy excitement after speaking and waited anxiously.

The entire hall was suddenly silent, and the only thing that could be heard was the low breathing of the Snow Devourer.

Time passed second by second, and the hearts of the people grew more and more fearful.

These 'devout' followers began to look around uneasily.

Except for Bilomu, the middle-aged man with blonde hair remained kneeling on the ground and raised his hands, his expression of piety unchanged on his face.

"Great Demon Lord, you brought us here, so you will definitely bless us with your presence!"

He firmly believed in his heart.

And, as it turned out, Bilomu was not wrong about this.

In the next moment, Bilomu and the others were surprised to find that dozens of butterflies emitting a red glow with crimson patterns had appeared above the empty hall.

These butterflies slowly descended and hovered around the followers of Bilomu.

At the same time, a genderless, mechanical voice suddenly sounded in everyone's minds.

"Hey, what kind of offering are you referring to?"

'What?! Is this really happening?!'

'Has the demon lord responded?! Is these red butterflies a symbol of the will of the demon lord?'

For a moment, Bilomu was overjoyed and quickly turned his head to look at the many "followers" kneeling on the ground.

"Quickly!! Show the sacrificial offerings we've prepared for Demon lord!!"

"right away!!"

At these words, one of the kneeling strong men stood up and then forcefully pulled the dozens of black-robed people standing in front of the Great Temple inside by yanking on the chains on the ground.

"Quickly!! Take off your hoods!! Show yourself to the Demon Lord!!"

The strong man roared without any hesitation.

Faced with the strong man's existence, the 33 black-robed people didn't dare to resist.

The next moment, the chained-up group of black-robed people trembled and took off their hoods, revealing their true faces.

As expected, they were all handsome men and beautiful women of all body types and species, even including elves and beast-kinf...

The youngest appeared to be under 10 years old.

Looking at the excellent slaves behind him, Bilomu flattered and looked at the blood-red butterfly in front of him.

"Ohh Mighty Demon Lord, these are all top-quality living sacrifices! Many of them were specially trained by our Divine Punishment Sect! They have delicious meat! Moreover, there are various races and flavors, and there will definitely be something to your liking!!"

Hearing Bilomu's words, the other "followers" around him also echoed.

Meanwhile, the slaves controlled by the chains nearby showed a hopeless expression and could only stare at the ground with lifeless eyes, full of deep despair...

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Listening to the flattery of the so-called followers and looking at the group of slaves with hopeless faces,

The spittle of the bloody butterflies gradually became low-spirited.

'Damn it,'

'Who came up with this idea that sacrificing could obtain my blessing?!! How many thousands, if not hundreds of thousands have come to offer sacrifices to me, including those who have not entered the Demon Temple?!'

'Most of these are children with exceptional talent!! Can't you raise them properly?!'

'How are you going to eliminate the Abyssal Demons in the future like this?!'

'Really,'

'It's so infuriating!! (╯‵□′)╯(┻━┻ '

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