21: Conquer the Banshee

At this moment, the Abyss Harpies remaining at the camp sensed the anomaly and came to support under the leadership of AgaVaried.

AgaVaried locked onto Apollo's figure from afar, and her pupils instantly contracted.

That demon was enveloped in twisted dark-purple mist, each surge causing ripples in space, and a heavy pressure assailed her.

She clenched her claws, cold sweat soaking her palms.

The aura emanating from this demon was far more terrifying than she had imagined; if she fought him alone, she probably wouldn't be his match.

Fortunately, the wing formation created by the figures of her clansmen behind her, like sharp blades cutting through the sky, gave her ample confidence.

With a hawk-like cry from AgaVaried, the Abyss Harpies scattered, surrounding Apollo.

The first wave of wind blades whistled through the air, followed by the second and third waves, surging like a tide, forming an impenetrable net of attacks.

Apollo's crimson vertical pupils narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing through the Fear Storm to precisely lock onto AgaVaried.

The strength of this Abyss Banshees leader was not to be underestimated.

Immediately after, Apollo let out a long howl, and the air around him vibrated violently.

The power of Fear erupted from him like magma, coalescing into a dark-purple Fear Storm vortex around his body.

As the power of Fear continuously poured in, the storm rapidly expanded, spreading outwards.

The whistling wind blades crashed into the outer edge of the storm, only to be pulverized by it.

AgaVaried's pupils constricted, and her apprehension deepened as she looked at Apollo, who stood as steady as a mountain.

"Kill!"

AgaVaried gritted her teeth and waved her arm, and the Abyss Harpies unleashed an even stronger offensive.

However, Apollo suddenly transformed into an afterimage, carrying the Fear Storm, which could freeze souls, directly towards her.

Along the way, the Abyss Harpies scattered in terror, unwilling to risk themselves.

AgaVaried was no exception; she wouldn't foolishly wait for Apollo to get close.

She spread her wings, ready to dodge, when several shadowy blue tentacles suddenly reached out from the void and wrapped around her legs.

A chill crawled from her skin into her bones, and her consciousness was instantly invaded by numbness.

A sense of fear surged into her heart.

AgaVaried was startled, knowing this was Apollo's doing.

Seeing those tentacles extending up her body, AgaVaried no longer hesitated.

Countless tiny wind blades condensed around her, and under AgaVaried's precise control, they slashed at the tentacles.

These tentacles looked incredibly ethereal, as if they could dissipate at any moment, yet they were extremely tough.

The wind blades cut gashes into the tentacles but failed to sever them completely.

AgaVaried was not disappointed and continued to conjure wind blades to strike at the gashes.

As the wind blades continuously struck the same spot, one tentacle finally broke off.

Before AgaVaried could celebrate her escape, more tentacles once again climbed onto her body, crushing her hope.

Apollo stood quietly beside AgaVaried at this moment, watching her struggle.

By now, the Fear Storm around him had long dissipated, but the surrounding Abyss Harpies dared not act due to their apprehension about harming their leader.

The enemy was too close to their leader; if they provoked him, their leader might also suffer an unfortunate end.

AgaVaried looked at the curve of the demon's lips and, for the first time in the Abyss, felt despair.

The constantly proliferating tentacles, like eternal shackles, completely trapped her.

Apollo watched AgaVaried's expression change from surprise to excitement to despair... like a changing face, it was very amusing.

As AgaVaried fell into despair, Apollo's power of Fear gradually eroded her heart.

"You ant! Submit to me!"

Apollo's low voice, however, boomed like a great bell and drum, making her eardrums ache.

AgaVaried forced herself to gather her spirits and raised her head:

"Since our birth, we have been the sharp blades of the Lord of the Abyss, determined to fight for our Lord across all realms."

"Invader, as our Lord's private property, you cannot covet us. Before he gets angry, retreat quickly."

The surrounding Abyss Harpies also perked up at AgaVaried's words, looking firmly at Apollo.

Apollo was startled by these words.

Could the Lord of the Abyss they spoke of be that man?

Yes, in this Abyss, who else could be called the Lord of the Abyss besides him?

It was just that... looking at this group of lovely Abyss Harpies, Apollo was filled with conflict.

He was both afraid of that man coming to trouble him and unwilling to give up these Abyss Harpies.

At this moment, he remembered what that man had told him.

Spread the renown of Fear, become a Fear King.

Clearly, that man had expectations of him.

If he was to become a Fear King, how could he do it without a few decent subordinates?

Comforting himself in this way, Apollo gradually made his decision.

"I am Apollo, the Fear King under the Lord of the Abyss!"

It suddenly spread its dark wings.

"We all serve the Abyss. If you join my command, you will also be expanding territory for the Lord and conquering all realms!"

Apollo solemnly promised AgaVaried, and at the same time, expressed his intentions to that man.

AgaVaried was startled by Apollo's declaration, not expecting this fellow to also be her Lord's servant.

But the disparity in strength prevented her from resisting, and she could only lower her proud head.

Seeing his goal achieved, Apollo nervously stared into the Abyss, as if waiting for something.

Only after a long while, when everything remained calm, did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately after, an overjoyed Apollo, surrounded by a group of Abyss Harpies, flew into the largest nest.

Ye Chen, who was sound asleep in bed, naturally did not know that Apollo had used his prestige to conquer the Abyss Banshees race.

At this moment, Apollo was enjoying the services of the Abyss Harpies, feeling incredibly content... Early the next morning, the alarm clock rang on time, disturbing the Lord of the Abyss's sweet dream.

Ye Chen struggled to turn off the alarm, ending his romantic dream with the campus belle.

The moment his consciousness entered the Abyss, the scene in the mountain nest made him gasp.

Apollo lay in the giant nest, surrounded by dozens of enchanting Abyss Harpies.

Goodness, you really know how to enjoy yourself, kid!

Apollo, who was immersed in the soft embrace of the Abyss Harpies, couldn't help but shiver.

Tsk, as expected of Abyss Harpies, their combat strength is top-notch.

Without paying attention to Apollo's antics, Ye Chen merely glanced over.

Gluttony lay sprawled at the entrance of the gladiatorial arena, its maw wide open.

One by one, the small Goblins, suppressing their fear, delivered the corpses of failed Worm competitors into Gluttony's mouth.

Fortunately, Gluttony had little interest in these dirty Goblins, which was why it spared their lives to serve it.

"This guy..." Ye Chen shook his head helplessly.

This wasn't Gluttony; it was clearly Sloth.

But seeing Gluttony's strength, Ye Chen silently retracted his words of reproach.

These two days of gluttonous eating had raised its strength to three stars.

Indeed, getting stronger just by eating was the most comfortable way to do it.

Seeing nothing unusual, Ye Chen exited the Abyss, preparing for school.

To prevent Chu Tian from playing any more tricks, Ye Chen always took the main roads when traveling, taking the bus whenever possible, and firmly avoiding those gloomy alleys.