Chapter 155: The Forgotten Land of Sin

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In the western district of Green City, an obelisk-topped church was hidden amidst the slums. Several gray banners, resembling the tattered wings of demons, were mounted on the semicircular white stone gate of the church. They flapped loudly in the night breeze. Under the cold moonlight, the patterns on the banners had long since faded, but their shadows, swaying in the wind, looked like grotesque demons brandishing their claws. Entering the church. In the darkness, the dim warm candlelight and torches faintly illuminated the church hall. However, due to insufficient light, the surroundings remained quite dark. Through the weak illumination, one could see the walls of the church painted with eerie blood-red depictions of terrifying scenes. Demons from hell devoured humans, abyssal fiends tore apart the earth, and destruction and death were conveyed through the walls to every human who paused to gaze upon them. Dark and terrifying. Such an environment would be enough to make any ordinary human turn and flee. But tonight was different. "When darkness descends, the entire world will fall under the feet of the Tyrannical Lord. Everything will be destroyed, and only faith in the eternal God King—the Tyrant God—can bring salvation and freedom from death. Great Tyrant God, your humble and loyal servant offers you the freshest soul!" A priest clad in a black cloak knelt at the center of the church, praying aloud in a strange and piercing tone. The wide cloak covered the priest's entire face, concealing it in shadows, with only a high aquiline nose visible. On the black altar ahead, a scarred figure lay unconscious, clearly the offering spoken of by the shadowy priest. Surrounding him, more than twenty fervent humans dressed in linen robes followed suit, chanting together. "Great Tyrant God, your humble and loyal servant offers you the freshest soul!" They all knelt down simultaneously. Meanwhile, the shadowy priest in the center began to chant in a low, obscure, and lengthy incantation. "olrfcqfxyrv" The Profane Language of the Abyss. Humans with weak wills would fall into mental hallucinations upon hearing this profane language, ultimately being frightened to death by horrific illusions. Such an evil tongue was used only by demons of the abyss and followers of evil gods—the ultimate vile speech. After the black-robed priest finished the incantation, the air slowly sank into an indescribable solemnity. No sound was heard inside the church as everyone watched the altar, with only the flapping banners outside breaking the silence. Just as the central priest was about to rise in deep disappointment, an indescribable and terrifying pressure emerged. The dim lights in the church grew even darker, unable to reach the altar now. Above the altar, a chilling gaze pierced through the shadows and darkness, enveloping everyone in fear. It felt as if an unspeakable horror was watching over them. The Gaze from the Abyss. Fear rose in everyone’s hearts. As panic spread through the church, the scarred human on the altar gradually disintegrated into ashes. Like burnt wood, he vanished without a trace when blown by the wind. Terrifying and cruel, everyone bowed their heads, unable to look up, except for the central black-robed priest, whose heart raced with excitement. Great Tyrant God, your humble servant has finally caught your attention. Praise be to you! After the offering disappeared, the majestic gaze swept across the church. Everyone felt an icy chill run down their spines, their legs involuntarily collapsing as if a dragon had opened its bloody maw before them. After scanning the room, the gaze settled on the central priest. Whoosh~ A mass of energy, as dark as thick smoke, surged and rolled up from the altar. In an instant, before anyone could react, it entered the body of the central black-robed priest. At the same time, that chilling gaze vanished. Everyone in the church gasped for air as if they had surfaced after nearly drowning, their eyes filled with terror. The cloaked priest suddenly widened his eyes, his hoarse voice brimming with joy. "I’ve reached Level 15!! Praise the Tyrant God!!" Hearing this, the surrounding crowd immediately looked at him with envy. This was the second Level 15 member of the Evening Bell Church—they were rising!! They would surely spread the glory of the Tyrant God throughout Green City!! Those hypocritical main gods and those detestable heretics would all turn to ashes under the radiance of our god. Having just felt divine power, they were now brimming with confidence. No one could resist the majesty of the Tyrant God; He was the sole eternal existence! Stanley stood up, feeling the explosive power within his body, his blood boiling. He had finally stepped into Level 15!! Praise the Tyrant God!! The gaze hidden beneath the cloak shimmered with darkness and bloodlust. The Evening Bell Church would rise, and the Tyrant God was the only true deity!! A clandestine ritual, hidden in darkness, was quietly completed without notice. Green City unknowingly gained another Level 15 existence. "Lord Stanley, the bishop requests your presence." After the ritual, another cloaked priest approached Stanley and spoke with reverence. Stanley nodded, glanced at the surrounding crowd, and said calmly, "After you leave, conceal the church well. Until the Evening Bell Church reveals its identity, no one must expose themselves. The Twilight of the Gods is approaching. Only the gods of the endless abyss shall rule this world!" "Yes, Lord Stanley," the priests below placed their hands on their chests and bowed deeply, their faces glowing with the excitement of achieving a lifelong dream. Stanley's shadowy eyes flashed with a cold blue light beneath the cloak. He turned and left with the guide, leaving behind the believers cleaning up traces. The western district was the slum of Green City, with over six hundred thousand poor crammed into this narrow area. Crime, violence, gambling, and debauchery made this land a paradise for sin. Every day, new corpses floated in the sewers—some murdered, some sacrificed to evil gods, others victims of necromancer spells. No one could determine their causes of death. This was a wicked land where even evil gods rejoiced. The nobles of Green City seemed indifferent to this place. The city lord once sent troops to clean it up, but it soon returned to its original state. Evil had taken root here, rotting the land to its core. Thus, the chaotic and evil southern district became the first choice for countless underground organizations. Followers of evil gods, gang members, exiled criminals, pursued heretics—all imaginable forms of evil existed here. After leaving the church, Stanley followed the guide, weaving through the darkness. Even the cold moonlight seemed dimmer here. The dense network of alleys was like tangled threads, impossible to trace or unravel. Passing a small alley, they even witnessed a brutal murder scene, but neither paid it any mind. Half a sun-hour later, in front of a luxurious estate, the guide, also cloaked and faceless, stopped. "Lord Stanley, the bishop awaits inside. Please proceed." [T/N: Don’t know if the author made a mistake, or I'm reading into it wrong. But isn’t it supposed to be the western district? Or did he mean that the western district is so bad that the southern district is better for them to develop in? I’ll leave it alone just in case, but please let me know if I’m being dense lol.]

Chapter 155: The Forgotten Land of Sin

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