Chapter 445: Chapter 445: The Realm of God
Chapter 445: The Realm of God
Under solemn and fearful gazes, the mist-covered boat of the Fear Demon Clan surged forward.
Two figures emerged from the vessel, stepping onto the wide bow.
Everyone who looked could clearly see their forms.
"Apostles! There are two apostles from the Demon Clan!" Inuarashi exclaimed.
He and other Mink Tribe members, witnessing this, were struck with shock, and Shinko’s heart was equally unsettled.
This time, only two apostles from the Demon Clan had come to attend the Phantom Beast Conference: Apostle Zhurong and Apostle Kiiro. ( Sorry, It was my mistake it was Apostle Kiiro instead of Gekiryū)
Yet, unexpectedly, both appeared now.
Shinko gazed helplessly at the imprisoned Blood Leech in mid-air.
This fearsome Gluttonous Demon King would likely now fall under the Fear Demon Clan’s control.
There was precedent for such an event.
The Island-Eating Whale, one of the five great gluttonous disasters, had been spared only by joining Apostle Kujira.
This incident, occurring just over three months ago, was still fresh.
Speaking of it, one of the three gem-level hunters who had surrounded the Island-Eating Whale was the Flower Queen, Nozomi.
At that time, Nozomi had displayed terrifying strength.
This forced the Hunter Association to retreat completely before Apostle Kujira and a horde of sea monsters that arrived in support.
Afterward, Nozomi earned the title Flower Queen.
Now, however, they faced two apostles.
Shinko feared the situation might repeat itself.
He looked at the pensive figure on the Holy Wing ship nearby.
With the Phantom Beast Conference approaching, both sides would likely avoid unnecessary conflict.
"Are you Flower Queen? You look so young. To have such strength at your age, I am truly envious! Hahaha!" Kiiro said.
He gazed at the youthful figure on the ship not far away and laughed heartily.
Nozomi, observing Kiiro’s laughter from a distance, showed no reaction.
Others held their breath, as a heavy, terrifying atmosphere enveloped the sea.
They felt as if they had plunged into an icy abyss.
Their eyes turned to the demon-like figure with dread.
Compared to over two years ago, Kiiro’s aura had grown even more formidable.
At their creation, the apostles already possessed S+ spiritual attributes.
As beings inclined toward the spiritual, their four-dimensional attributes extended from this core.
Thus, spiritual attributes were their priority.
Over the past two years, monsters and pure demons had developed worldwide.
The Fear Demons, with their first-mover advantage and favor among demons, resided on the Island of Fear.
Their racial strength had grown significantly.
The apostles, created by the Demon God himself, held nearly the highest qualifications among demons.
Their strength had seen notable growth in recent years.
The spiritual attributes of all apostles had reached their S+ limits.
Their magical power had multiplied, and their understanding of their abilities deepened.
Now, it was merely a matter of time and effort.
Given time, the apostles were confident they could ascend to the coveted Realm of God.
"Apostle Kiiro, I recall you are not older than me!" Nozomi said.
Her voice carried across the empty sea.
Kiiro’s laughter abruptly ceased.
He could not refute her.
The world widely accepted that the Demon Clan was the creation of the Demon God.
After all, a battle between two gods had reshaped the world, and the Fear Demons were undeniably the Demon God’s progeny.
"Enough, Kiiro, focus on the matter at hand." Zhurong said.
Standing beside him, Zhurong saw Kiiro slipping into his old habit of gossiping and promptly stopped him.
"Human, please leave this Gluttonous Demon King to us." Zhurong addressed Nozomi directly.
He glanced at the imprisoned figure in mid-air, then at the reluctant girl beside Nozomi.
Zhurong knew the girl wielded the power of the Holy Knights of the Land of Miracles, capable of restraining their magic.
This made the demons wary, or rather, fearful of the mysterious God of Holy Light behind them.
Beyond the God of Holy Light, there was also the King of Miracles, titled the God of Glow.
These two gods made the apostles deeply apprehensive of the Corti Kingdom.
Whoosh!
Zhurong summoned his magic, retrieving a box from the Mist Boat.
Under everyone’s astonished gazes, the box leaped onto the deck of the Holy Wing ship.
Click!
The box opened automatically.
Inside was a black-purple, crystal-like spherical ore, one meter in diameter, radiating a faintly dazzling black halo.
"This is... All-Magic Ore! No, this color, this sensation... All-Magic Ore Essence!" Hina exclaimed.
Her outburst drew fiery gazes from others on the ship.
"Humans, this ore is compensation. Its value should be significant in your human world." Zhurong said.
His deep voice carried as the box opened.
These ores were useless to beings who wielded magic, their complex magical accumulation unusable by pure demons.
Yet, for non-magic pattern users, weapons forged from this ore were the bane of demons, making them highly valuable.
Hina’s eyes sparkled, her mouth nearly watering.
Since the War of the Two Gods, people had gradually recognized the world’s changes.
To adapt to these shifts, research on mutated demons had progressed.
One outcome was the processing of new magic minerals found in nature.
These were crafted into weapons to counter demons.
Thus, such ores were vital, especially for magic pattern users.
The All-Magic Ore Essence before them was the pinnacle of such minerals.
Globally, All-Magic Ore was rare, and its essence even rarer.
Only places like the Island of Fear, steeped in primal magic, produced large quantities of All-Magic Ore, from which the essence was derived.
The value of this pure All-Magic Ore Essence exceeded ten billion Berries, and it was priceless.
This was merely the material’s value; crafted into finished products, profits could multiply several times.
Even as raw material, its worth matched the five Holy Wing ships beneath Nozomi and her crew.
In that light, it seemed less impressive.
Still, the value was enough to stir Hina’s heart.
Truthfully, upon seeing the two demon apostles, Hina abandoned her plan to keep the Blood Leech.
She would not worry if facing only one Demon King or even one apostle.
She had great confidence in Nozomi.
But two apostles were another matter.
She was uncertain and would not risk Nozomi’s life for it.
Ultimately, the money was merely for buying luxuries, a non-essential pursuit.
For Nozomi, who was like a sister or even a mother, Hina knew what truly mattered.
It was fine to take opportunities when they came.
Now, gaining wealth and avoiding conflict was ideal.
"What a greedy little one." Nozomi thought.
She looked at Hina, who was winking frantically, as if her eyes were twitching.
Nozomi found it amusing.
"Very well, but you must ensure the Blood Leech does not target Zunesha again." Nozomi said.
"After all, we accepted this commission."
Nozomi upheld her sense of duty.
Shinko’s commission was to expel the Gluttonous Demon, with destruction as an option.
Two rewards were offered based on the outcome.
"No problem." Zhurong replied.
He looked up at the colossal Zunesha, its summit seemingly endless, and nodded.
To the demons, Zunesha held little value.
Its immense size was impractical.
If a demonized soul could not withstand the overwhelming tide of magic, it would perish.
Thus, Zunesha was a mere curiosity to the demons, unworthy of further attention.
Only a gluttonous species would covet it.
Nozomi nodded at Zhurong’s response.
Seeing her agreement, Hina promptly tossed the spherical barrier containing the Blood Leech onto the Mist Boat, releasing the creature.
Bang, bang, bang!
The Blood Leech rolled several times across the Mist Boat’s wide deck.
"Hiss!" it cried.
Far from staying calm, its hunger surged.
The red lines on its back glowed fiercely, its "red eyes" blazing, as it prepared to transform into blood and lunge toward Zunesha.
The drawbacks of its gluttonous nature surfaced.
Its sanity, frayed by the lack of gluttony magic, faltered.
Rumble!
A terrifying abyssal magic suppressed the Blood Leech.
Its body stiffened, and the creature, its sanity previously unraveling, snapped awake.
It watched a figure in yellow, with a demonic visage, approach slowly.
"This one! So terrifying!" the Blood Leech thought.
At that moment, it had only one thought: Fear.
(End of Chapter)