Chapter 515: Soul Judgment
Outskirts of Oler City, An De Village.
"Roar!"
A monstrous roar erupted from the chest of a grotesque beast—its face twisted, its jaw lined with jagged fangs, resembling a collapsed ape. It was a Bagulam.
A living embodiment of the Bottomless Abyss’s savagery and frenzy, this Beast of Chaos tore spoils of war from its enemies with brutal delight. The creature before them bore chains of bleached bones around its wrists and neck—each link threaded with the skulls of countless humanoids: humans, orcs, elves, dwarves, all crushed into silent ornaments.
"Weak little insects… crush you!"
With a sudden leap, the Bagulam plummeted from midair, its massive fist descending like a falling mountain toward the scattered crowd.
"Boom!"
The earth cracked open. Debris erupted. Dust clouds billowed into the sky.
Then—flesh exploded outward in a bloody geyser, splattering crimson across the beast’s thick fur. Its fists, now dripping with gore, trembled with rage.
A massive crater formed on the ground, filled with mangled remains—bodies twisted beyond recognition, Player corpses reduced to pulp.
"This monkey demon hits too hard!"
"Hit its neck!"
Yet the surviving Players did not retreat. They circled the creature, rifles raised, firing without pause.
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Bullets poured forth, striking the Bagulam’s thick fur. Each impact blossomed into a bloody flower, crimson petals blooming across its hide.
The Bagulam roared in pain—its face contorted in fury. It raised its massive arms to block, bellowing in rage as it charged forward.
"Aaaah!"
"Get out of the way! It’s coming again!"
"Damn it! This monkey’s meat is delicious! Hundreds of bullets and it’s still standing!"
The ground trembled. The enraged Bagulam crashed into the crowd, its fists swinging like wrecking balls. In an instant, several Players were flattened into bloody pancakes.
"Keep shooting! Don’t back down!"
"It’s almost dead!"
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
The Bagulam seized a Player in its claws, veins bulging across its arms as raw, abyssal strength surged through its limbs.
"Crack!"
Before the victim could scream, their body was crushed—flesh and bone pulverized in a single, sickening crunch.
The Bagulam then stuffed the mangled remains into its bloody maw, gnawing with relish.
"Human… snack… delicious!"
But the Players showed no fear. They kept firing, even taking time to chat between shots.
"Got another one."
"Is human meat really that tasty? I’m starting to want to carve a piece off myself…"
Then—a bullet grazed its arm, slicing through fur and flesh, piercing deep into its neck.
"Got it!"
"Aaaah!"
"Human! Die!"
The Bagulam’s eyes flared crimson. It opened its maw wide, releasing a stench so foul it made the air choke. Then, with a furious sprint, it leapt—directly at the spot where a Player had just fired.
"Boom!"
The ground shook again. The Player’s position was obliterated—reduced to a ruin soaked in blood and flesh.
Confused, the Bagulam turned—only to feel the pain persist. Bullets still rained down. The Humans showed no fear, no sign of retreat.
It had already killed nearly a third of them…
This isn’t right.
This isn’t the weak, fleeing, screaming little things from my memory…
The Bagulam lumbered forward like a great ape, its massive frame a perfect target. Soon, its body was riddled with bullet holes. Thick, corrosive violet-black blood poured from its wounds, bubbling with foul, rancid gas.
Its movements grew unsteady. More bullets than flesh remained in its body. Any ordinary creature would have died long ago.
"Hurry! Keep firing!"
"This kill credit’s mine!"
"Charge!"
The Players’ ecstatic cheers echoed in the Bagulam’s ears, igniting a fury deeper than any rage before.
As a being born from the Original Demons, it had destroyed countless human settlements, devouring their people like fine delicacies.
And now… they were hunting it?
Unforgivable.
"ROOOOAAARRR!"
With bloodied, matted fur and eyes wild with rage, the Bagulam charged headfirst into the crowd, wielding its fists with the last of its strength, tearing everything apart.
"Second phase!"
"Brothers, fall back!"
"Boom!"
"Destruction!"
The ground collapsed around it. Rocks shattered. Trees snapped. Buildings crumbled into ruins.
The Bagulam had lost all reason. It was now nothing but a living storm of Bottomless Abyss’s chaos—its Aura of Total Destruction sent shivers through the air. But the Players were unmoved.
They stayed far away, firing in waves from every direction, constantly pulling Aggro, keeping the beast on the move.
"Bang!"
The final bullet pierced through its thick fur, tearing into the frenzied, filthy flesh beneath.
"Aaaah—!"
The Bagulam let out a final, agonized wail—then collapsed, shaking the earth with its fall.
Demons’ deaths often brought strange phenomena.
In the stunned silence, the Bagulam’s corpse exploded into dozens of miniature, one-inch-tall Demons, identical in form.
"Roar! Roar!"
They turned on each other instantly—screaming, slashing, devouring. A bloody, chaotic slaughter. Only one remained.
The tiny Bagulam pounded its chest, then vanished in a puff of smoke.
A Demon born from war and mass slaughter—now utterly destroyed, its soul returning to the Abyssal Blood Pool.
The Players watched the spectacle, unafraid. Instead, their eyes lit up.
"So cool! Where can I buy one of these as a pet?"
"Wait… was that my final hit?"
"Lucky dog, die!"
"No time for Demons—first, finish this one!"
The events in Lio Village, An De Village, were not isolated.
In Mal Small Town, deep in the Southwestern Frontier of the Empire:
"Bullman is dead!"
"Pure Love Warrior forever!"
Shouts rose like a war chant. Gunfire roared. Smoke choked the air.
The ten-meter-tall Bullman fell with a thunderous crash, its massive body collapsing into the streets, toppling houses in its wake.
Inside the Fortress of the Southern Empire, Kasmar’s wings hummed like a swarm of insects, its needle-like proboscis easily piercing human chests.
"Kill the mosquito!"
"Catch it!"
The Players hurled a massive Net, trapping the Kasmar. Then, dousing it with Holy Water, they slowly drained its life.
The Kasmar’s hum faded. Its wings stilled.
On the vast Savidra Plain, facing the Scouting Force of Abyssal Demons, over two million Players stood as a living wall—a hundred-mile-long "Flesh Wall" of flesh and will.
Compared to the cautious veterans, the New Players who had taken the Quest showed no fear of death. As the saying went: The barefoot fear not the shod.
No experience points to lose? Then nothing to fear. All-out fight. If you could trade your worthless life for a single Demon, you’d be rich.
And so, across the land, a strange sight unfolded: hordes of ragged, barefoot humans—armed with the most basic rifles, clad in tattered rags—chasing after the most vicious Deep Abyss Demons.
One Demon spotted? They’d swarm like hornets, willing to sacrifice their lives to bring it down.
Many Demons began to question their existence.
Were these truly humans?
Or were these creatures—faster, fiercer, more relentless than even the Frenzied Warrior Demons—something far more terrifying?
In Bain Village, southeast of the Empire, 1,541 Players paid the price of 700 lives to turn a powerful Demon attempting Infiltration into a sieve.
The Abyssal Demons’ usual strategy—slipping into nations, massacring citizens, spreading terror—had failed.
The Infiltration forces in the South were swiftly wiped out by Players driven mad by gold coins and Contribution Points.
And what of those Demons who slipped into Isdalia, Northwind Keep, and other great cities—those seeking to spark chaos?
Their fate was worse.
Because waiting for them was not just any force.
It was the Empire’s Most Elite Forces—the Imperial Kin.
"That’s a Demon!"
"Run!"
Amidst the panic, a Black Robe figure suddenly expanded—its form twisting, distorting, becoming the most grotesque Demon imaginable.
A twisted abomination of ape and boar, its bloated body sprouted a pair of pitifully small wings. Three pairs of jagged fangs jutted from its face, and its blood-red eyes gleamed with cunning.
It was a Judgment Soul Demon—a high-tier Demon of immense power. It fed on Aggro and Despair, relishing the flesh of Humanoids. It kept its victims—snatched from the Material Plane—stored in its Dining Cupboard, ready to be devoured alive.
Ironically, despite its self-proclaimed elegance, its tableware was stained with blood and rust, and its form was the most grotesque among all Demons.
Now, staring at its own claw, the Judgment Soul Demon muttered, voice hoarse:
"Polymorph… failed."
It surveyed the fleeing crowd, then smiled—twisted, cruel.
"Perfect. Then let the feast begin."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The Tiefling Guards of Northwind Keep arrived swiftly, forming scattered lines and opening fire.
But the Demon’s dull, crimson eyes flared.
In an instant, every Tiefling Guard froze—then turned their rifles toward their own foreheads, pulling the triggers in unison.
"Bang!"
Gunshots echoed. Brains splattered. Skulls shattered. The Tiefling soldiers fell like sacks of meat.
"Witness your own death… yet unable to rebel."
"Truly… exquisite."
The Judgment Soul Demon closed its eyes, breathing deep—savoring the Despair in the air.
Then it raised a claw, eyes gleaming.
[Fear Aura]
A ripple of chaotic, glowing energy exploded outward—enveloping hundreds, plunging them into a deep, soul-shattering terror.
The Demon grinned, its boar-like fangs trembling with pleasure.
"Hahaha… what a feast!"
Just as it prepared to feast on the fear and flesh of its victims, the space warped.
A Portal tore open.
A Tiefling stepped through—sword in hand, armor gleaming.
He stood before the Judgment Soul Demon, shielding the terrified crowd.
One Player, freed from the Fear, cried out in awe:
"It’s Duke Meizhuolashi!"
The figure was Meizhuolashi, one of the Empire’s three Dukes, and the Leader of the Tiefling Race—Sword of Broken Oaths.
He surveyed the battlefield, gaze icy as he stared at the fallen Tiefling Guards.
"You openly defy the Empire’s order. You massacre its people."
He raised his Longsword, pointing it at the Demon’s head.
"By the name of King Kai Xiusu… I grant you—death."
"Oh? A half-breed of Devil and Human. Even your ancestors, if they saw this, would become my sustenance!"
The Judgment Soul Demon laughed, its eyes flashing crimson once more.
But Meizhuolashi lowered his Visor—and charged, unshaken by the Mind Power.
For around him, a ring of Black Light pulsed—the Hate Aura of the Broken Oath.
The Demon blinked in surprise—then swung its claw, trying to unleash another Fear Aura.
But Meizhuolashi was faster.
He raised his Blood-Stained Sword, and from the heavens, a beam of Black Light descended—striking the Demon’s crown.
[Divine Power: Fear Manifestation]
He channeled the darkest emotions—fear, hatred, betrayal—and unleashed them as a Magical Coercion Breath.
Even the Judgment Soul Demon staggered, memories flooding back—of being dominated by greater Demons in the Abyss, of losing strength, of utter terror.
"This… is…"
The Demon stood frozen.
Meizhuolashi struck without mercy—his Longsword slashing through the air, unleashing a barrage of Broken Oath Spells.
[Plague Spell]
A white flash cut across the Demon’s head—its eyes torn open.
—Blindness.
Pain surged through its mind, its vision turning milky white.
"I can’t see!"
Then—red light streaked across its torso, carving deep, burning wounds.
It screamed—Filth Fever ravaged its body, feverish madness consuming it. Its limbs trembled, nearly collapsing.
A black beam pierced its belly—Flesh Rot. Its flesh began to rot, its already grotesque form becoming even more repulsive.
"You’re just a bastard born of Devil and Human."
The Demon gasped, wheezing.
But before it could speak—green light slashed its legs.
—Mire Plague.
Its legs bled uncontrollably. Muscles twitched violently. Thick, purplish-black blood oozed from the wounds.
Finally, the Judgment Soul Demon collapsed—its strength gone, its world drowned in Darkness and Pain. It could no longer perceive anything.
It thrashed blindly, clawing at the air, screaming in agony.
"No… impossible! My strength is beyond your imagining! It is the Great Abyssal Will!"
"Spines—!"
The scream cut off.
Meizhuolashi plunged his Longsword into the Demon’s pulsing heart.
A crimson light—the sacrilegious power of the Oathbreaker—spurted forth, splattering across the ground.
[Divine Supremacy Slash]
He slowly withdrew the blade, now stained with violet-black blood.
Kneeling beside the fallen Demon, he spoke softly:
"And this… is in the name of the Tiefling people."
(End of Chapter)
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