Chapter 478: The Malice of the Evil Gods

"Why?" Seeing his mount of several decades die tragically before him, the Black Vulture Lord, completely unaware of why Muria had suddenly turned on him, asked with unease and fear.

"Because you disgust me. So, to please me, I'll ask you to disappear from this world!" At Muria's command, the six Balor demons, in the form of fireballs, stretched their bodies and lunged at the Black Vulture Lord.

"Spare me, sir!" Seeing the Balor demons appear, the Black Vulture Lord showed a look of terror. He dodged their attacks in a panic while pleading with Muria, but the young man sitting on the back of the blood lion demon ignored him, watching as the six Balor demons incinerated the lord to ashes and devoured his soul.

"Caw! Caw!" The six Balor demons, having annihilated the Black Vulture Lord with absolute dominance, cast greedy eyes on the demonic commoners below. They weren't satisfied with just one kill.

"Slaughter all the vultures in this city," Muria commanded coldly.

Reluctantly, the Balor demons glanced at the demonic commoners on the ground, then excitedly dove toward the city's vultures, beginning to massacre these birds that had feasted on countless corpses until their eyes turned blood-red.

In the filthy, dilapidated city, the sky was filled with the heat of demonic flames. Against such an overwhelming power, not a single vulture escaped the Balor demons' onslaught. One by one, these fierce birds, which had once lived comfortably in the city, turned to ashes, causing the few demonic commoners to tremble in fear.

In the end, Muria did not order the Balor demons to kill all these morally bankrupt demonic commoners. These "people" lived in such a disgusting manner largely due to the harsh environment of this continent.

When survival itself cannot be guaranteed, no one would speak of morality. This is reality—everything revolves around filling one's stomach and staying alive. Is that wrong? Can it be judged by the standards of good and evil?

Muria couldn't make such a judgment, so he chose to ignore them. He left with his nine demons, continuing deeper into the continent, heading towards the location where he sensed the chromatic dragons.

...

While Muria commanded the Balor demons to slaughter, in the 66th layer of the Abyss, the Demon Web Pits, a spider-like steel fortress was slowly moving. Inside, a half-human, half-spider entity slowly opened her eyes, with countless images flickering in them, finally settling on a black-haired, golden-eyed young man, his hair fluttering in the sea breeze, with the vast ocean behind him.

"A Titan's progeny." The deity, known for her infamy across many material planes, whispered with deep-seated hatred.

A kingdom of drow elves that worshipped her had been forcibly disbanded by Titans. How could she not hate them? It was one of her main sources of faith.

"Who gave you the courage to enter the domain of an evil god?" The Spider Queen Lolth sneered. "Since you dared to come in, you won't be leaving. You'll pay for what your kind did to me!"

"My followers!" With a thought, Lolth consumed a vast amount of divine power, sending a consciousness filled with endless temptation to all drow elf settlements on the Synapsis subcontinent:

"Whoever captures this Titan's progeny and sacrifices him to me will ascend to my realm and become my servant at my divine throne, gaining eternal life."

Instantly, all drow elf cities on the Synapsis subcontinent were thrown into turmoil. This was a decree that could drive almost all intelligent beings mad—entering a divine realm, becoming a servant of a god, and obtaining endless life, with the hope of becoming a deity themselves.

As Lolth sensed Muria's presence and issued the decree to hunt him down, other evil gods Muria had offended also sensed his presence. The sea goddess Amberley and the Kuo-toa god Blibdoolpoolp issued their own decrees to hunt Muria.

Near the coastal areas of the Synapsis subcontinent, powerful fishmen and sea beasts, freed from environmental constraints, crawled onto land, searching for Muria to claim the rewards promised by the deities.

...

"What's going on?" Muria, riding the blood lion demon and entering another city with the Balor demon, touched his chest. A sense of unease welled up inside him, making him feel restless.

"Master, what's wrong?" The Balor demon, who had been obediently following Muria, asked with concern. Since having his chaotic nature erased by Ulysses, the Lord of the Abyss, and becoming a lawful demon, he was almost indistinguishable from a devil.

"I suddenly have an inexplicable sense of foreboding," Muria replied, frowning. "I might be facing some serious trouble."

Muria wouldn't dismiss this sense of unease as mere discomfort. As someone on the verge of reaching legendary status, how could his body have problems? This was his sixth sense warning him of impending danger.

"Trouble?" The bald, burly Balor demon grinned foolishly. "If there is, just kill it."

"I'm afraid it won't be that simple." Muria had some guesses. Since leaving the Titan Islands, he had been committed to the great cause of punishing evil and promoting good.

Especially in recent years, to combat evil, he had offended many evil gods and powerful demon lords. Considering the subcontinent's reputation, he could roughly guess the source of his current crisis.

Divine wrath is not something easily dealt with, especially in the domain of an evil god.

"I am Morgan Freeman, the Decaying Wing. What's your name?" In the center of a city devoid of life, a black dragon adept at necromancy flew up and landed in front of Muria. This was a plague dragon.

"Demon warlock, Diablo." Looking at the black dragon filled with dense death energy, Muria casually used the name of a famous boss from his previous life as an alias.

"Diablo?" The undead dragon Morgan tilted his head, pondering for a moment, searching his memory. Finding no record of the name, he said, "I've never heard of that name."

"I've never heard of the Decaying Wing either," Muria responded indifferently.

"Gah, if you haven't heard of my name, you're really ignorant." The plague dragon's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, harsh and grating.

"If you don't know the name Diablo, you're truly ignorant." Muria showed no signs of backing down against the undead dragon.

"Gah, well then, powerful warlock from afar, are you interested in visiting my Decaying Fortress?" Unable to probe anything, Morgan invited Muria.

"I have quite a collection of treasures. If you see something you like, as long as you have the corpses or souls of powerful creatures, we can trade."

"Collection?" Muria pondered for a moment and nodded slowly in agreement. He planned to take a look first. If this plague dragon was wealthy, he wouldn't miss the chance to punish some evil.

Even though he intended to keep a low profile in the evil god's domain, he wouldn't hesitate to act when necessary.