Chapter 864: The power of the Pandemonium (1/2)
GDK 864: The power of the Pandemonium
“Hail Sovereign Salas!” a group of experts kowtowed before Salas. Even though the Empyrean Peak had been destroyed and Han Shuo had escaped from him, to these people, Salas was still the most formidable being in the Fringe.
These experts who were used to bullying other Fringedwellers in the name of Salas knew that their interests were tightly intertwined with Salas’. As long as their Sovereign stood tall, their place in the Fringe remained unchallengeable. But once they stepped out of Salas’ shadow, they would no doubt be hunted and murdered by their former enemies. And now, that veil behind Salas was rapidly shrinking.
“What information have you gathered so far?” asked Salas with a dark face. His meetings with Wasir and Logie had not been as fruitful as he had hoped. The two Sovereigns just could not, or perhaps did not, conceal their great gladness when they heard that Salas’ Empyrean Peak was destroyed. Although they had verbally agreed to Salas’ request, it was up to anyone’s guess if they would actually honor their promises.
Sovereign Salas had become the laughing stock of the Fringe for he could not even defend his base from a naked mad lad. He knew that the only way to wash away the humiliation was to annihilate Han Shuo and all his people.
“That valley ahead known as the Pandemonium is enveloped in colorful miasmic gases. We have been observing it for a long time but have not seen a single person exit from the valley, “ answered one of Salas’ followers respectfully.
“So they are all inside the Valley. Excellent. We can kill all of them in one go!” Salas gazed at his nearly one thousand followers with his eyes that were sparking with electricity. He gave a short speech, “The might of the Empyrean Peak has been challenged. Today, we will show everyone the consequences of such recklessness!”
Salas then gestured as he commanded, “Charge into the valley. Kill everyone you find. Show no mercy!”
Immediately after, those kneeling before Salas went to their troops and started yelling their commands. A large swarm of shadows took to the air and shot in the direction of the Pandemonium.
As a mighty Sovereign, Salas naturally would not be at the forefront of the battle. In his point of view, his only job was to finish Han Shuo. Everything else could be handled by his followers. Therefore, instead of leading his army to the battlefield, he merely observed from his vantage point.
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In the Pandemonium, Rose, Romon, Zovic, Goron, the Five Elite Zombies, and the others were attentively observing the situation outside through an enormous spatial refraction mirror.
During the past few years, McKinley of Ethereal City had been delivering all kinds of marvelous space divine devices to the Pandemonium. The enormous spatial refraction mirror was one of them. It was connected with the space edict matrices deployed on the mountains surrounding the Pandemonium. Instead of showing a reflection of the users, the mirror would show them anything and everything in the Valley.
With the gigantic mirroring device, those in the underground palace of the Pandemonium could observe nearly everything that was happening on the surface.
Through the spatial refraction mirror, the party saw a dark storm rapidly approaching from the horizon. It was made up of ferocious gods flying in a tight formation. They were led by several infamous generals of Salas, most of them late-stage highgods.
Following and watching them from above was an enormous figure covered with lightning bolts. He was none other than Sovereign Salas.
Without the miraculous demonic formations in the Pandemonium, Salas could easily slaughter everyone in the Valley with just a portion of his experts. Other than the other four Sovereigns, perhaps no other powerhouse in the Fringe could even come close to matching the power Salas commanded.
Everyone watching from the spatial magical mirror looked especially grave, except for the Five Elite Zombies. They wondered how long the Pandemonium could defend against the invaders.
“Calm down. Not even Salas can break into the Valley without effort,” said Han Huo in a prideful smirk before he smilingly asked Han Mu, “Little Wood, make a guess. How many formations can the first wave break through?”
The Han Mu at this moment had his eyes glued to the spatial mirror, zoomed in on those sultry female combatants of Salas. He had a lewd smile on his face and was likely imagining something dirty. Han Mu was annoyed to be disrupted from his fantasy and replied, “Who cares about those small fries?”
Rose, Zovic, and the others were rather astounded. They couldn’t understand why the Five Elite Zombies would be so calm and confident. To them, no matter how amazing the Pandemonium was, it could not possibly be able to resist the onslaught of more than a thousand gods. Once those attackers pushed through the defenses, none of them would likely be left alive.
“Oh don't worry. Even if they break through the defenses, I can easily evacuate everyone with underground tunnels. Salas cultivates the energy of lightning and cannot go hundreds of meters underground to pursue us. Seriously, I don’t get what the bunch of you are so worried for!” said Han Tu after he glanced at those experts who seemed nervous.
All five of the Elite Zombies had unruffled looks. None of them seemed stressed out about being sieged by the formidable force. They would also frequently mock and joke around with each other as though there weren't a thousand ferocious Fringedwellers out there wanting to butcher them.