Chapter 321: The Shiny Clowns!

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Before long, the infamy of the Crimson Devil spread throughout the innumerable amount of miles that encapsulated Hell's Paradise.

Eventually, it reached the ears of the Immortal Demon Vanquishing Forces.

The Immortal Demon Vanquishing Force was a group of powerful cultivators that could be considered the ancestors of the people who lived in the High-Mortal Realm, 'Mortal's Cave'.

Upon reaching what they believed to be their absolute peak, they forcefully ascended into the 'Halfway Immortal Realm' known as 'Hell's Paradise'.

It was in this plane of existence rife with death and destruction that they honed their skills, attempting to make a breakthrough that they believed to be impossible.

With their lifespans bordering on infinity, they quite literally had all the time in the world to make a breakthrough.

However, only a few among billions of Multiversal Realm Experts actually made a breakthrough. Whereas the rest of them were forced to fight off the unlimited number of Immortal Demonspawn in Hell's Paradise...

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Immortal Demonspawn and Hell's Paradise.

It was said that before time immemorial, Hell's Paradise was filled to brim with life, vibrant mountains, lush forests, and an overall fairy-like atmosphere. But with evil consuming the hearts of all living beings, the Immortal Demonspawn came to be...

Corrupting the world and spreading the plague, the Immortal Demonspawn multiplied and conquered every inch of life.

Like a zombie virus drug on steroids, countless trillions of 'Half-Immortals' had their cultivations reduced to the Multiversal Realm. Then, like zombies, they infected everything in sight.

Even the very world itself was reduced from a 'Pseudo-Immortal Realm' to an abomination that sat underneath no correct ranking system...

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'Ahhh... So that is the gist of the situation here...'

Spurt!

Pulling his enlarged scythe out of the head of a highest-level Immortal Demonspawn, Azmodeus obtained all the memories he needed to operate around Hell's Paradise.

"That Immortal Demonspawn possessed quite a bit of intelligence. Although it was only to the level where it was useful if someone else absorbed them, it was still better than the rest of those weaklings."

[Ding! Due to the alterations of the fate that dictates the Law of Loot, you have received a large number of Loot Halos, ranging from the White Tier to the Yellow Tier!]

[Ding! After automatic conversions and Loot Boost Acquisition Boosts, you have combined all your Loot Halos and come out with 1.5 Sextillion Yellow Tier Loot Halos!]

[Ding! Your Loot Boost Acquisition Rate has improved to '10063%']

After all of the system notifications finished ringing out, Azmodeus looked down at the mountain of bodies he sat atop.

"It truly is too bad that I can't absorb their cultivation bases twice..."

With the system already doing it for him, that meant his normal demonic assimilation techniques were no longer necessary.

After lamenting over this fact for a second, he noticed a few shiny dots approaching him from the distance.

"Hmm... Who the hell are those weirdos...?"

Trying to get a better look at the newcomers, Azmodeus cupped his hands and zoomed in his vision. The moment the quality stabilized, he was immediately able to see that these shiny people were not Immortal Demonspawn. Rather, they were humans!

"Well, it does appear that they are not full humans, as there are some beastkin, hybrids, and the like. But whateves, at least they are better than those weirdos with no intellect."

Nodding his head in approval, Azmodeus pulled out a cosmically dazzling throne and set it down on the mountain of demon bodies. After which, he patiently waited for the visitors to arrive and greet him.

When they did finally come into view, they sure as hell gave one hell of a greeting!

SHING! SHING!

With two blades pointed toward his throat and four other blades an inch away from penetrating his back and stomach, Azmodeus leaned his fist against his chin with an amused glint in his gaze.

"Don't you dare move a muscle, demon! If you do, then you will be struck down!" Edging the tip of his sword ever closer to the neck of the extraordinarily handsome demon, the leader's expression hardened and his grip tightened.

"Umu? What did I do to you guys? I don't recall offending a bunch of erm... shiny clowns?"

Scrutinizing their appearances, Azmodeus didn't know how else to describe them. After all, their faces were painted with some form of Faction symbol, and their bodies were completely covered in shiny armor and jewelry.

"Yep, yep, shiny clowns! As I was saying, I don't know-"

SHING!

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