408: Blood Spores

"Sky Thunder King, we are ready."

Hell.

Three thousand Masters gathered in a small world.

The small world was surrounded by thunder, barren of any vegetation.

This was Sky Thunder King's artifact, the artifact space of the Thunder Sky Curtain.

"That Demon King Amon dared to invade our universe by taking advantage of the situation. Does he really think we're easy to bully?" Sky Thunder King's voice was filled with rage.

"Exactly, we have quite a few backup plans ready."

"This time, we're sure to make them hurt."

"Since they dared to make a move, they should be prepared to lose everything."

"My homeland has been occupied by Demons. If I don't avenge this, I'm not a true gentleman; this is an irreconcilable hatred."

"Demons commit all sorts of evil, burning, killing, and plundering. They're perfect for a sacrificial ceremony."

"We've been preparing for this for several years. It's time to make them face the consequences."

The moment Amon's plan was revealed to the world, the Galaxy Territory had already activated emergency protocols.

One Hell had already made the universe unable to raise its head.

What if angels joined?

What if the Great Worlds of the Star Realm joined?

Especially those Great Worlds.

They were extremely terrifying.

The Dragon Realm, Wizard World, Undead Plane, Knight World, Eastern Great World, etc.

Even Hell and Heaven did not dare to offend these Great Worlds.

Individually, they were not as strong as any single faction, but if three of them joined forces, they could suppress one faction. If multiple joined forces, Hell and Heaven would have to start a defensive War.

This was why this operation had to be carried out—the courage to go down in a blaze of glory.

To inflict pain, or even cripple them, to mercilessly beat one side at all costs, was the best way to deal with a potential group assault.

Sky Thunder King pressed his hands down, and the surroundings immediately became quiet.

"This time, we might not return, and we might be heavily criticized. But while we're alive, we have to do something. I'd rather make a mistake than do nothing. Instead of passively defending in the universe, it's better to take the initiative. Are you willing to take this gamble?" Sky Thunder King scanned his surroundings.

"Willing."

"Let's do it."

"Revenge."

The Masters had lived for countless years, but they were not world-weary; instead, they were full of vigor and boiling with passion.

Those willing to guard the Reception Land were no cowards.

"Good, first, let's depart."

At Sky Thunder King's command, all the Masters set out to execute the operation.

Among these three thousand Masters, the weakest was a Master of Five Stars. Almost everyone had their own title, and outside, they were figures who could shake an entire region.

And now, for certain beliefs, they were attacking together.

The Galaxy Lord was one of them.

He was highly valued for his unique clone ability.

Two Masters guarded him.

"Galaxy Lord, it's up to you."

"Galaxy Lord, give them a big one."

The two Masters were very familiar with the Galaxy Lord.

They had a good relationship.

At this moment, thinking of what they were about to do, they were also extremely excited.

"Hmm, this time, we're going to make them hurt, and let Heaven and those Great Worlds see that plundering the universe isn't that easy," the Galaxy Lord said.

This body was his main body.

The reason two people were assigned to guard him was that those skilled in prophecy could find the main body through a clone.

Therefore, for the Galaxy Lord's safety and to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan, Sky Thunder King sent two people to protect him.

"I wonder how Galaxy Territory is doing now. After Lin Ye stabilized that side, I also recalled my last clone," the Galaxy Lord thought with some worry.

But with the mission at hand, he couldn't afford to worry too much.

"Scatter, spores, bring despair to Hell."

...........

In various cities of Hell, Demons sang and danced, celebrating the victory on the front lines.

At first, only the lower layers invaded, but later, seeing the readily available benefits, the other Demons couldn't sit still either.

They all applied to go to the front, even the Demon King families of the first layer were no exception.

"Hahaha, cheers! This universe is quite easy to conquer."

"The Demon Report just announced another fully occupied one. Morris Demon God, I'm so envious."

"That universe, as a realm, hides too many benefits."

They exchanged words.

A black-robed figure tightened his grip on his wine glass slightly.

"Laugh now, you won't be laughing later."

He waved his hand.

No one knew what he had scattered.

.........

City Hall.

A masked man revealed a strange smile.

.........

Demon King family.

A big client arrived with sincerity.

.........

Duel Arena.

Among the audience, a dark-skinned person turned and left.

.........

Demon King tribe.

A horned merchant smiled and traded with the Demons.

..........

Abyss.

A landmark building possessed by every layer.

Because it was an important Demon King birthplace, it was tightly controlled by the Demon Gods.

At this moment, a Demon King guard revealed a brilliant smile.

.........

He, she, it.

They, without the Demons' awareness, arranged everything.

Hell's third layer.

In a small world.

The Third Demon God frowned deeply.

"Strange, what is this feeling? Why do I want to prophesy but am blocked by a layer of mist? Is it influenced by the general trend?"

He shook his head.

..........

It has begun.

The Demons' despair has arrived.

After completing their actions, they immediately rushed to another city, another place where Demons gathered.

The Demons had no idea that a nightmare was about to descend.

"Oh, Small Demons, so happy, loves to peel skin and eat meat..."

A Demon King came out of the bar, feeling extremely joyful.

"This invasion is such a wonderful thing. After the War started, prices plummeted, and even those of us who didn't go to the front benefited," he smiled.

The Demon King's peculiar method of sustaining War with War would make them stronger and richer the more they fought.

Others went bankrupt fighting Wars, but he made a fortune.

A large outflow of personnel and countless materials poured in, especially blood and flesh resources, human resources, and technical resources, causing prices in the rear to drop rapidly.

He took out a bottle of Bloody Mary and drank it heartily. Blood wine, he couldn't afford it before, but now he could drink it freely.

"Eh? Why do I have some red spots on my skin?"

He looked at his palm, a little puzzled.

Then he said with relief, "I drank too much. This wine is really strong, even a Demon King like me can get drunk."

Then he continued home, collapsing into bed upon arrival.

He just needed to eat a lot of flesh and blood and wait for it to digest.

But he didn't know that the reddish patch was growing larger, redder, and even gradually bulging.

"So comfortable."

He woke up groggily.

He was woken up by comfort.

He had never felt so good all over.

"What is this? What's going on? What's on my skin?"

His originally dark reddish skin was now covered in spots and many disgusting fleshy lumps.

He stood up in a panic, rushed out the door, and headed straight for the nearest Demon King clinic.

Before he even entered the clinic, he saw throngs of Demons, surrounding the clinic tightly.

They all had the same condition as him.