“No, you’ve been charmed by it.”
Blank said sharply, her voice full of determination as she moved to grab Orson’s hand, attempting to pull him away. However, she quickly discovered that despite using all her strength, she couldn’t budge Orson’s wrist by even an inch.
“Brother!”
Sienna, unable to ignore the danger, stepped forward and took Orson’s hand. “I’m with you.”
Orson gently shook his head, replying calmly, “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. A half-dead Heaven Demon is no match for me.”
“Heaven… Demon! Didn’t it call itself a Demonic Immortal?” Blank’s face went pale in an instant.
For every member of the Ten Overlords of the US, they grew up hearing the legends of the Heaven Demon. Blank had always dismissed it as just a scary bedtime story. But as she grew older, and learned of more family secrets and uncovered relics of the Era of Immortals, she couldn’t help but feel a chill.
“Ocular Demon, also known as the Evolved Magic Demon,” Orson muttered to himself, his gaze sharpening. The black Buddha head, nearly seven to eight meters tall, seemed unremarkable at first glance but emitted a terrifying aura that sent a shiver down his spine.
“Whether it’s Heaven Demon or the so-called Demonic Immortal, it’s easy to tell.” Orson said calmly as he removed the golden mask, a product of his War Supreme crown, and gently patted Sienna on the head. “Little one, you need to listen carefully.”
Sienna’s delicate brows furrowed. “If there’s a 50% chance, I’ll support you going. If it’s less than that, we should go back home.”
Her straightforward words left Blank surprised. At her age, she never thought she could have the resolve that Orson’s sister displayed. Sienna’s calm mind often made Orson a little envious. After all, Orson was quick to act impulsively, but Sienna would never be like that.
“Destroying it will be like drinking water. It’s nothing to worry about.” Orson smiled confidently and, without hesitation, a bottle of Rootless Water appeared in his hand. He drank it in one go.
No matter what happened, he was going to survive first.
“Be careful, Orson!” Bradley shouted.
His voice echoed through the dim space, and just as everyone was about to speak, they froze in shock as the stone statue trembled slightly. Although it was barely noticeable, it sent a chill down their spines.
Orson focused, signaling for Sienna and Blank to retreat to the elevator for a quick escape in case of any unforeseen accidents.
“You are nearing the mission coordinates.”
“A path to gaining Beirut’s approval: Path 1: Sincerely pray to it in hopes of gaining clues about the [Heavenly Spirit’s Heart]. You have bound [Heavenly Spirit’s Right Eye] to yourself, which will increase the chances of success.”
“Path 2: No fear of Heaven Demon. The Immortal Slave has a master!”
Orson’s heart skipped a beat as the notification rang in his mind.
“A trap question?” Orson’s expression changed slightly. The second option of the mission was puzzling, leaving him uncertain of what it really meant. It was hard to make a correct judgment in such a situation.
It reminded him of the scene he encountered when entering the Celestial Palace. But this time, the stakes were even higher.
The Super God-grade Divine Soul Seal was far too significant for him, and any mistake was unacceptable.
“The Immortal Slave has a master?” Orson carefully considered the meaning of these four words.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Orson’s expression darkened, and he resolutely moved toward the golden mist-enclosed barrier ahead.
“[Pentagram Formation]”
“Effect: Eternal Life, Infinite Gathering of Energy… Unknown error.”
Orson sighed. The information he could gather from Infinite Dimensions’ skill-checking was limited, and there were occasional unexplainable unknown characters.
“Deal with it as it comes.” Orson took a deep breath. At this point, there was no turning back. He was determined to obtain the [Heavenly Spirit’s Heart].
Orson stepped into the golden mist, and a chilling sensation spread through his War Supreme armor, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
His pores opened up, and his blood seemed to flow backward toward his brain. He clenched his teeth and gripped his sword tightly.
Crack!
The once solemn stone statue suddenly twitched.
“Monster! This is really a monster!” Madman yelled in shock.
The statue shook violently a few times, and suddenly, from the severed limbs, dozens of grayish tendrils shot out. The black head of the statue began to rise, supported by the grotesque tendrils.
With the tendrils and the demon’s head, the height reached a terrifying twenty meters, horrifying and grotesque.
The demon’s face contorted and collapsed, and a massive golden eyeball emerged, releasing an eerie and malevolent glow.
A shrill, deathly scream echoed as the enormous eye gleamed brighter, and the surrounding golden mist began to swirl violently.
It was as if an ancient god, who had been asleep for millennia, was announcing its return!
[Beirut · Ocular Demonic Immortal]
[Unknown Lifeform]
[Level: Unknown]
[Health: 100 million/3 billion]
[Skills: Unknown]
Orson raised his head, his eyes burning with intensity, standing still within the golden mist.
Beirut: “My finest creation… Let me have a good look at you.”
A sinister, mocking laugh echoed through the air as the terrifying creature from an unknown world locked its gaze onto Orson.
Orson suppressed the shock rising in his chest. The creature before him was definitely a Heaven Demon, but its displayed stats were different from those he had seen before.
The key difference was the word “Immortal.” This puzzled him. How could a high-level Heaven Demon be associated with “Immortal”?
It made him think of those legendary figures in myths who were immortal, able to move mountains and split seas with a mere gesture.
“I’m quite familiar with you… Well, actually, my friend is familiar with you.”
Orson squinted at the hideous creature, his expression turning mocking. He once again saw the masterpiece of BlazeKing.
“I’m just passing through.”
“Beirut, I don’t like that name, so I’ll call you ‘Little Bean.'”
“Little Bean, today you calculated the future by yourself and are thus responsible for thirty whips.”
“Little Bean, today you failed to lure the enemy, so you’re responsible for fifty whips.”
The blood-red markings on the tendrils were clearly visible, despite the passage of time. The handwriting was identical to what Orson had seen on the Lord of the Underworld, Draconis.
“The Immortal Slave has a master? You’re BlazeKing’s slave, aren’t you?” Orson sneered.
In his understanding, an Immortal Slave was simply someone bound by a master-servant contract. It was just a different name from what was used in the Infinite Dimensions era.
“Shame! Shame! Shamelessness!” Beirut roared in fury.
“Tecumseh! Tecumseh! Tecumseh!” Beirut cried out.
Just as Orson finished speaking, Beirut suddenly erupted in rage, opening a giant, dark mouth and letting out a deafening roar.
“This giant eyeball has gone mad!” Bradley screamed, feeling as if his head was going to explode.
“Get back to the hatch!” The others were horrified. Even though they were wearing protective suits, they struggled to withstand the terrifying soundwaves.
Boom!
Orson turned suddenly, just as Blank and K.D were about to lead everyone back. A massive rock, weighing several tons, fell from the ceiling, perfectly blocking the elevator hatch entrance.
“Shut up, you damn fool!” Orson shouted, his red energy flooding the space. He stamped his foot and shot up into the air like a bullet, leaping over ten meters.
With his Supreme Arcane Blade, he pierced through the writhing tendrils of the demon and used the force to propel himself onto the creature’s head.
Without hesitation, a burst of terrifying flames engulfed his sword as he yelled, “Awaken—Heavenly Fire Slash!”
A circular wave of flame slashed through the air, and the Supreme Arcane Blade cut through the demon’s skull as if slicing tofu.
Critical hit!
Fatal strike activated!
10x fatal damage!
Fatal hit: 1.27 million x 10!
-12.7 million!
“How dare you strike at a great god?!” Beirut screamed in disbelief.
The golden eye exploded with a beam of death rays, and thousands of Heaven Demon figures appeared within the beam, all screeching and charging at Orson.
As the space cracked open and black mist swirled, Crimson Lizard King suddenly emerged, releasing a dragon’s breath that obliterated all the shadowy figures.
Crimson Lizard King’s blood-red eyes glowed as it stared at the grotesque creature before it, and said, “Immortal Slave, do you want to die again?”