98: Chapter 98 Heading to Hell!

Dawson Empire Imperial Palace.

A few beams of sunlight pierced through the clouds, striking the smooth bluestone tiles at an angle.

The atmosphere of parting was somewhat heavy.

Sals and Walker were kneeling side by side in front of Allen.

One was a burly man like an iron tower, the other a young man with wild red hair.

Both of their foreheads were pressed tightly against the ground, stubborn as two stones.

"Master!"

Sals's voice was as loud as thunder.

He raised his head abruptly, his eyes wide like copper bells.

"You are going to a ghostly place like Hell, how can you do it without someone to serve tea and pour water?"

Walker was also anxious, slamming his fist onto the floor tiles.

The muffled sound of the stone slab shattering spread throughout the garden.

"We are your demonic pets!"

Walker gritted his teeth.

"How can a master go to war while his demonic pets hide at home enjoying comfort?"

"Even if we die, we must die before you!"

Allen held a glass of fruit wine, leaning against a stone chair.

His slender fingers gently swirled the crystal glass.

The scarlet liquid swirled against the wall of the glass, refracting a cold, hard light.

He knew exactly what these two subordinates were thinking.

The demonic pet contract gave them absolute loyalty to Allen.

"Hell is not a fun place."

Allen placed the wine glass on the stone table with a crisp sound.

The crisp sound made Sals and Walker shiver simultaneously.

"You are both Highgods who achieved it by refining a divine spark."

"In the Yulan Continent, you are naturally invincible existences who can walk sideways."

"But in Hell, your strength is only enough to be rated as a Four-Star Fiend."

"What is a Four-Star Fiend?"

"Nothing more than cannon fodder crushed at will by major factions."

Allen stood up and looked down at them from above.

Hearing this, Sals's face flushed red, and he stiffened his neck, wanting to argue.

Allen didn't give him a chance to speak.

He raised his right hand and gently pressed his index finger in the air towards Sals.

He didn't even use Divine Power.

Purely by the physical strength of a high-god artifact level Physical Body, he pressed down hard.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure descended.

Sals was like being hit by a giant mountain.

He didn't even have time to react before he was pressed firmly into the floor tiles.

The sound of bones struggling under the pressure was teeth-grinding.

Walker, standing nearby, took three steps back, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Do you see clearly now?"

"With your current strength, you aren't even qualified to scout the path for me."

"If you follow me to Hell, what can you do besides hold me back?"

Allen withdrew his finger and brushed the non-existent dust off his sleeves.

These words were extremely hurtful, but they were the bloody reality.

Sals struggled to crawl out of the pit, covered in dirt.

He and Walker looked at each other, their faces full of undisguisable dejection.

They understood that Allen was right.

Going would just be a burden; it was better to stay.

"This subordinate understands."

The two knelt on one knee again, their heads hanging very low.

Allen didn't say any more nonsense.

He turned around, his figure turning into a beam of crimson light, instantly breaking through the clouds.

Leaving only a sentence echoing over the imperial palace.

"Watch over the Dawson Empire for me."

...

Arctic Icefield.

The howling wind and snow cut through this barren land like knives.

An ancient teleportation Formation stood on the ice, which was covered in gray-white mist all year round.

The plane guardian, Hodan, was huddling by the fire in an ice house nearby.

He held his hands in his sleeves, looking outside from time to time.

It had been a full half-month.

He hadn't dared to sleep soundly even once.

The sudden terrifying fluctuation half a month ago almost scared him to death.

That level of sovereign force eruption could have practically overturned the entire Yulan Continent.

Hodan was also a well-informed expert, but he swore he had never felt such an outrageous sense of oppression in his life.

Just as he was staring blankly at the stove fire, the wind and snow outside suddenly stopped.

It was as if some extremely domineering force had forcibly cut off the throat of the wind.

Hodan's heart skipped a beat.

He scrambled out of the ice house.

At the end of his vision, a young man in a black robe was walking across the snow.

The young man walked very slowly, but in a few steps, he crossed a distance of several miles.

Wherever he passed, the indestructible ten-thousand-year ice melted silently into water.

Hodan's legs went weak.

He recognized this person.

Allen of the Dawson Family!

The culprit who caused the big commotion half a month ago.

"Gr... Great One!"

"What are your orders for coming here?"

Hodan bent down sharply, wishing he could stick his head into the snow nest.

Allen stopped in front of the teleportation Formation without even looking at Hodan.

He just dropped three words.

"Go to Hell."

How could Hodan dare to talk nonsense?

He rushed to the teleportation Formation like a madman.

His hands were frantically forming seals, and the Divine Power in his body poured into the core of the Formation as if it were free.

Hum!

The ancient hexagram Formation erupted with blinding white light.

The rich power of the Law of Space rushed into the sky, tearing the sky above the ice field.

Allen strode forward, taking a step into the white light.

...

Hell, Muya Continent.

Tianning Prefecture area.

A dark purple crescent moon hung high in the sky.

The air was filled with a lingering smell of blood and a violent aura of slaughter.

In the middle of the wilderness, a huge teleportation channel was emitting a faint purple light.

Outside the channel, a hundred-man sovereign army was stationed.

The soldiers were all wearing grim dark red armor, and the badges on their collars flashed with cold metallic luster.

They were all Highgod level experts.

The teleportation Formation suddenly lit up with a faint light.

A few seconds later, a burly man wearing a dragon robe appeared out of thin air in the center of the Formation.

The burly man was full of ecstasy.

His name was Karl, and he had just unified the world in his own material plane.

"Hahahaha!"

"Is this Hell?"

Karl opened his arms, closing his eyes, wanting to feel the high-level energy between heaven and earth.

Bang!

A combat boot wrapped in heavy steel armor kicked him squarely in the face.

The crisp sound of the nasal bridge breaking was clearly audible.

Karl screamed, flew backward like a broken sack, and rolled a dozen times on the purple sand before stopping.

"What are you yelling about?"

"Where did this bumpkin come from!"

The red-armored soldier who kicked him spat on the ground.

His face was full of undisguised disgust.

"A Lowgod, daring to shout here."

"Get over to the corner and squat!"

Karl covered his blood-covered face, dizzy as he climbed up.

He wanted to get angry, but he suddenly stopped.

His gaze swept around.

Over a hundred soldiers in the same armor were staring at him coldly.

The aura emanating from every soldier was a thousand times stronger than him!

Highgods!

All of them were Highgods!

Karl's brain buzzed, and he instantly sobered up.

In the material plane, he was a king, but here, he was not even as good as an ant.

He didn't even dare to let out a fart.

He scrambled to a corner outside the channel and squatted down honestly.

A dozen people were already squatting in the corner.

They were all "bumpkins" who had just been teleported up from various material planes.

The weakest one was only at the Saint-level Realm, currently hugging his knees and shivering from the cold.

The strongest one, a Midgod, was also covered in dirt, not daring to breathe loudly.

Karl squeezed in with these fellow sufferers, his heart feeling cold.

This was no Hell; this was simply a slaughterhouse!