Chapter 38: Abyss Prison

"Get to work!"

A furious yell exploded through the air like thunder.

Dwarf, no, "Overseer" Birkin, who had been promoted three times in a row, was full of anger. His eyes were fixed on the demon slaves who were working, and he held his whip high in the air as if he was ready to lash out at any moment.

"Don't slack off!"

"Snap!"

Birkin roared again. Accompanying it was a quick and fierce whip. The whip cut a fierce arc in the air and fell heavily on a demon slave who had moved a little slowly. The demon slave trembled with pain, but dared not complain in the slightest, and had to work even harder.

Birkin stood there, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, constantly scanning the surrounding demon slaves.

Birkin was very good at judging the situation. As long as Caelan gave him some benefits, he could get things done very well. As for the process and the means, that was not something Caelan cared about...

Birkin swung his whip and lashed out at a dwarf slave again. The dwarf's already worn clothes were torn, and a bloody mark instantly blossomed on his dark skin.

"What's wrong with you people? Why isn't today's ore mining output as high as yesterday's?"

Birkin glared angrily. He walked around the group of slaves, his tone of voice full of dissatisfaction, rebuking them loudly.

"Look at you, all of you, listless and dispirited. Don't you know how heavy your workload is?"

"If any of you fails to meet the target, all of you..."

Birkin paused for a moment, a cold smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"Remember, I mean all of you will go hungry!"

Upon hearing this, the slaves who were still mining began to cry quietly.

Once strong and sturdy, they had long since become emaciated after being turned into demon slaves. Their faces were sunken, their eyes had lost their former luster, and their clothes were tattered and covered in dirt and dust.

In this extremely harsh mining area, they work desperately every day just to survive. However, now they feel desperate at Birkin's threat. As they are already in an extremely harsh mining area, if their food supply is further reduced arbitrarily, they may not be able to maintain their fragile vital signs and die in endless forced labor.

Birkin was unmoved, however, and just coldly watched these slaves. Then, he casually sat down on a worn wooden chair, which creaked under his weight as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Birkin held a bunch of grapes in his hand that had just been delivered by another overseer. The plump grapes shimmered attractively in the sunlight. Birkin put a grape in his mouth and took a small bite, the juice exploding in his mouth instantly. As he spat out the grape seeds, he patted his round belly with his hand, his face showing a look of contentment. Every now and then, he would mutter two or three curses.

Birkin was forced to watch over these demon slaves in the harsh environment of the mine, it was indeed a lot worse than the previous comfortable life in the blacksmith's shop.

However, Birkin liked the way he felt now. He could now easily decide the lives and deaths of these demon slaves, and everyone was respectful, no, fearful of him! Whenever he walked past the slaves, they would lower their heads and not dare to make eye contact with him. This unprecedented power fascinated him, and it was as if he had become the master of this mine.

Of course, he would not kill these people casually, because if he could not dig up a sufficient amount of ore and displease the great Abyss Sovereign, he would also be in trouble!

Birkin could not help but feel a trace of fear in his heart when he thought of the majesty of the Abyss Sovereign.

Birkin knew very well that all his current power and status had been bestowed upon him by Caelan. If he did not have Caelan's protection, he was afraid that the group of Native Demons next to him would charge up and tear him to pieces!

Birkin couldn't help but tremble slightly at the thought, and the grapes in his hand almost fell. He looked nervously at the Native Demon squad patrolling nearby. Every time he saw their hideous, ugly faces, Birkin felt sick to his stomach.

He couldn't help but frown, quickly looked away, and continued eating the grapes, but he felt that the grapes in his mouth had lost their original sweetness.

At that moment, a huge, bloated figure came up behind Birkin. Birkin didn't notice at all until the shadow it cast enveloped him. He jerked, and the grapes in his hand spilled onto the floor. His heart instantly rose to his throat, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Birkin turned his head in horror to see a huge figure standing behind him. It was a huge, bloated monster that exuded a sickening stench. Birkin was so scared that he turned pale and almost collapsed to the ground. But he quickly gathered his thoughts and tried to calm himself. He bowed obsequiously and forced a smile onto his face.

"Beautiful Morrigan Queen, what is your command?"

"Birkin, the great Abyss Sovereign commands you to take this group of demon slaves and carry all the corpses from the north city gate to the clearing near the church in the east of the town!"

"Yes, I will make the arrangements right away!"

Birkin's voice trembled slightly, but he did his best to remain respectful.

Birkin immediately passed on the order to the other overseers. The overseers sprang into action, brandishing their whips and driving the demon slaves towards the north gate to carry the bodies.

Birkin was actually wondering why Caelan suddenly wanted to gather the bodies in one place, but he would not ask about it!

Curiosity killed the cat.

Work more and talk less. That was what a bondservant should do!

The demon slaves, who had not yet eaten, groaned when they heard that they had to carry the corpses to the north city gate, which was a long way from the mine.

Birkin, with bloodshot eyes, stared at these slaves and said in a malicious voice: "If you don't work hard and just complain, you will be dragged out of the mine, and the demons will devour you!"

Hearing this, all the dwarves who were still complaining and wailing shut up. They knew that Birkin was telling the truth. They had already seen the cruelty and terror of the demons, and they didn't want to become their food. So they ran as hard as they could towards the north city gate...

Gluia Town, East Church, open space.

Birkin directed these slaves to place the last bodies, while always tilting his head to the left.

What on earth is this? Birkin muttered to himself!

In the middle of the empty and silent clearing stood a huge black building. The main body was made of black metal that shimmered with a mysterious, eerie light in the light. On the black walls, sharp spurs extended outward menacingly like the fangs of demons. And strange runes, like twisted snakes, slithered up the walls.

At the corners of the building, black stone pillars stand, with various hideous demon images carved on them. Strange blue flames burn fiercely at the top of the pillars. The flames pulse, making a heart-rending crackling sound. At the top of the building is a huge skull, with red light flashing in its empty eyes. The door of the building is tightly shut, with countless bones and chains inlaid on it.

Sitting on the Abyss Throne, Caelan used Lord's Eye to gaze at the black building.

"Activate!"

With the black building as the center, the large number of corpses piled nearby suddenly slowly floated in the air, and their flesh began to rapidly decompose. As if being pulled by an invisible force, those corpses slowly rose. Their skin gradually became transparent, and their muscles and bones also disappeared in an instant. In their place were streams of extremely faint green light, which floated in the air like ghosts.

These green lights rushed towards the black building as if attracted by a powerful suction force. On the walls of the black building, the strange runes began to glow, as if absorbing the power of these souls. At the top of the building, the huge skull also became more hideous, and the red light was even more dazzling.

Witnessing this scene, all the demon slaves and overseers around them were petrified. They had never seen such a horrible scene.

This black building is the Abyss Prison.

[Abyss Prison]

[Maximum number allowed: 2.]

[Resource building. Construction cost: 20,000 resource points.]

[Building Ability: Obligatory absorption of all souls within a 3-kilometer radius (including the souls of corpses that have died within the past 2 days) and their subsequent crushing. The crushed souls can then be provided to the lord as finished soul resources.]