Chapter 767: Chapter 217 Desperation Leads to the Supreme (8K Words for Monthly Pass)_2
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"October 28th. The plan is proceeding quite smoothly, the Wailing Deep Well has already reached a depth of one thousand five hundred meters."
"Lady Aphrodite once visited, but I actually wasn’t there, damn you, Nicholas, why did you call me out to hunt today, aaah!"
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"October 30th, a disbanded troop of my cursed father found me, they too wanted to join and offered me rather favorable terms, but Lord Agares refused."
"I couldn’t possibly give back the advantages I’ve obtained, right? So, I told them not to leave, but instead instructed them to build their nest by the deep well. He-he, they are unaware that it is a dead end."
"I am really looking forward to the next meeting with Lady Aphrodite."
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"November 3rd, a minor problem has arisen."
"A spider princess of noble lineage barged in, she has taken over our prison, turning it into a spider nest, and locked us up with the other humans, eating two people every day."
"Lord Agares believes this to be an excellent cover, so he didn’t kill her but instead chose to go along with the act."
"This Black Widow mates with at least three human males every day and devours them thereafter, damn it, she killed the few human women I had reserved for myself, damn! I wish I could flay her alive, but alas, orders are orders, and I have borne with it."
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"November 5th."
"This little princess is quite beautiful and emits a very strong allure, it feels like she’s not just any noble."
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"November 9th, the Wailing Deep Well has finally been fully connected, just waiting for tomorrow, when Lady Aphrodite arrives, after joining forces with Lord Agares, we will commence the extraction of the sacred item."
"The horn of counterattack has already sounded, this time, as the vanguard, as a witness, I will record everything!"
"Sigh, but why am I confined in room 208? Today, the princess only mated up to 207 and stopped. Is it my turn tomorrow?"
"Such anticipation, if only I could have a bit of pleasure before I go, ah-ah-ah."
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"Why? Why? Why?"
"What exactly happened? What does ’the Wailing Deep Well has collapsed’ mean? What does ’the sacred item is missing’ mean? What on earth is going on?"
"It seems Lord Agares has also fallen into madness, no, he’s completely insane! Nicholas is insane! Orneil is insane! They’re all insane, hahaha!"
"Today is November 10th, the darkest day."
"With my abilities, I’m no longer able to understand any of it, the only thing I can do is record it. Yes, that’s my primary job, to record, to record all of it!"
"This must have something to do with that noble princess of the Black Widows, she’s not as ignorant as she seems on the surface, she must be the one, definitely her, she had already set her sights on us!"
"I still have a chance, if only Lady Aphrodite arrives, she could save me!"
"Today she finally came to collect from me, I can only cooperate with her act, I’m playing dead, as long as she doesn’t notice, I can live."
"The Black Widow didn’t detect anything wrong with me, she moved on to 209, but no matter, Lady Aphrodite has arrived!"
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"Lady Aphrodite has gone mad! She’s insane! It’s the Black Widow’s doing, the Black Widow!"
"What did she bring back..."
"What did she bring back?"
"What did she bring back!"
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The pages bore large blank spaces and bloodstains.
In the gloomy chamber, on either side of the bronze table, countless eyes stare at every detail unfolded on the scroll.
The diary ends here; the Divine Chosen who served as the recorder must have died.
The eyes in the shadows behind the somber door are still filled with anger, yet in this anger, there’s now a trace of confusion, emitting a turbid, sharp, yet clearly meaningful voice—
"This isn’t everything."
"I must know why!"
Empowered by agitated movements, a pure drop of fresh blood flowed from behind the somber doors, moving to the head of the bronze table and being completely absorbed.
Splash!
At the head of the bronze table, a thick dark fog pulsated and then exuded a huge puddle of thick black blood, which fell upon the scroll.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
The black blood was entirely swallowed by the scroll.
The pages rustled as they continued to turn, flipping past dozens of pages completely blurred by the blood, arriving at a relatively clear section.
The word "Diary" disappeared, replaced by a relatively neat, official tone:
"November 10th, for some unknown reason, Agares’s mission failed, costing him his life."
"For the same reason, the goddess Aphrodite also suffered a terrifying assault. Although she didn’t completely die, the other half she abducted, that being from Spirit Mountain, turned on her. They merged as one, undergoing a significant transformation in form, they’ve gone into hiding, their whereabouts unknown."
"The diary of Trist, the recorder of Solomon Second Army, ends here."
"Because of this brief failure, the Second Army no longer receives the trust of King Solomon, but the transitory defeat didn’t make Him opt for surrender. He chose new candidates, sending His capable general, Paimon of the Ninth Army, to continue the mission."
"Learning from the bloody lessons of his colleague’s failure, Paimon chose a different, more winding path—he employed the Incarnation spell, descending within a shard of cosmic light in Security Zone D8B3."
"Sarquis Paimon and Edric Paimon, the two emanations of Paimon, each began their rather twisted divine descent."