Chapter 820: Ripple Effect

Since the gods discovered the Inner World and began using it as a dumping ground, for a long time, the Inner World has continuously borne the sins and resentment of the Main World.

As a result, the Main World was able to shed its burdens and experience rapid growth. However, everything is different now.

The entire Inner World has ceased its previous spiraling and begun slowly releasing accumulated resentment into the Main World!

The two worlds have even started to merge gradually, their rules intertwining, and large numbers of evil creatures that should only exist in the Inner World have suddenly appeared in the Main World.

Yet, all of this is merely the beginning of a great calamity.

“Roar! Roar!”

“Ahh! Aaa!”

“Jie! Jie!”

Along with the halt of the Inner World, the barrier that once prevented its internal beings from leaving vanished without a trace.

In an instant, like a tsunami, numerous entities exuding terrifying auras surged forth.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Like dark red meteors, countless beams of light appeared, tracing bright trails before vanishing into the outer planes.

These are divine abominations and evil beings long sealed away, along with many offspring among them, corrupted by the Inner World. Not only have their powers greatly increased, but they are also filled with hatred toward all living beings.

“Masked Lord!”

At this moment, within the Inner World, looking at the now much emptier realm, Meng Yong respectfully addressed the man in the trench coat before him: “The first batch of divine abominations has been released!”

“Very good!”

The voice of the Masked Void was heavy: “The Main World still resists chaotic forces, and the gods have not yet intervened. This is not yet the best opportunity. We must wait… wait until the Main World is completely ruined and the gods lose their sources of faith, then we can cast them down from their thrones… even the Supreme Deity shall be buried together!”

“Understood, I will promptly convey your words to each existence!”

The woman in white, transformed from Meng Yong, smiled slightly before suddenly dissolving into a blur of shadows.

At the original spot, the man in the black trench coat was silent for a moment, then broke into an eerie laugh: “Using divine abominations and evil beings to drain your strength, combined with the change in rules, even the Supreme Deity will be significantly affected. What I intend to do, none of you can ever stop me… forever!”

Hiss! Hiss!

As the words faded, his entire body exploded into countless black mists. Around him, several oddly-shaped masks faintly appeared before vanishing without a trace.

Ivens Port, Western Nations.

At age forty-nine, Count Ivens stood atop the lighthouse, gazing at the port already surrounded by monsters, his face showing a trace of determination.

“This is the territory of the Ivens family, our foundation. Not an inch of land can be lost!”

Unlike the East, where noble estates are mostly private domains, few Western nobles are willing to abandon their lands, for without land and privileges, their noble status would quickly fade, and their families would become indistinguishable from commoners.

Not every noble possesses such resolve.

“Rest assured, my lord, our port guard has been expanded tenfold, and all able-bodied residents have been mobilized as reserves!”

Beside him, the old butler loyally reported: “Currently, the top ten mercenary groups in the Western Continent, including the Sword of Flame, are stationed here for defense, along with reinforcements from the Mage Guild and the Sorcerer Alliance… As long as we can withstand the first wave, the King will surely send reinforcements.”

“Yes… these disgusting creatures are the common enemy of all humanity… no! Of all races!”

The count’s furrowed brows slightly eased as he looked beyond the port.

Once dwelling in lava rivers and hunting the Silver Wing Squad, the small demons now numbered in the thousands, surrounding Ivens Port on three sides by land, while a terrifying blockade of white vengeful spirits on the sea completely sealed the port.

Fortunately, thanks to long-term preparations and prior intelligence, Lord Ivens had specifically reinforced defenses against ghosts and demons, allowing the port to barely maintain its integrity.

“Still…”

Count Ivens exhaled in relief while saying: “Just in case, we should prepare that artifact!”

“As you command!”

The old butler immediately bowed solemnly and withdrew.

As an ancient noble family, the Ivens naturally had their trump card—a legendary lich who owed them a favor. The lich had sworn a supreme oath that, upon activation of the token by an Ivens descendant, it would immediately come and fulfill their request.

“Now it seems the situation isn’t too bad!”

Looking at the formidable defenses and barriers outside the port, where magical arrays glowed and firmly held back the small demons, the count finally relaxed.

If possible, he certainly wouldn’t want to use that favor, preferring to leave it for future generations to enhance the Ivens’ foundation.

“Roar! Roar!”

However, just at that moment, an unexpected change occurred!

Outside the barricades, a giant, as tall as a hill, with pale blue skin, slowly emerged.

Its face was hideous, with only one vertical eye, wielding a thick black wooden club, and surrounded by astonishing magical glows.

“Gurgle! Gurgle!”

Several flying demons, unable to dodge in time, were grabbed and stuffed into its mouth, being devoured with evident relish.

“That’s… a divine abomination—the Cyclops Demon Man!”

A great mage, seeing the suddenly appearing giant, first showed slight confusion, then extreme terror, cried out.

“Ahh! Aaa!”

The Cyclops Demon Man advanced forward, arriving at the glowing magical wall, and let out a mighty roar. With a downward swing of his huge club,

Boom!

It was as if a small earthquake had occurred, causing everyone to lose their footing. When they regained stability, they could see that within the swirling dust, a section of the wall hundreds of feet long had collapsed.

“Gurgle! Gurgle!”

The small demons roared and poured through the breach, engaging the guards and mercenaries in fierce battle.

“Hurry, take it down!”

Count Ivens, eyes bloodshot: “Destroy that monster!”

Countless spells, crossbow bolts, and even heavy cannons bombarded the Cyclops Demon Man, but they only slightly slowed its movements, with no real effect.

“It’s useless!”

A portal appeared, and a mage stepped out: “I’m sorry, my lord, but our contract must be terminated!”

“Why…?”

Count Ivens, dazed: “There’s only one monster!”

“My lord, you don’t understand the terror of divine abominations. Take the Cyclops Demon Man, even though it’s among the lowest of divine abominations, ordinary spells have little effect, and its self-healing ability is incredibly high… I can’t do anything about it. I’d rather break the contract than fight anymore. Also, please remember, our contract does include provisions for dealing with force majeure…”

The mage clearly had no intention of staying, with half his body already in the portal: “Just one last piece of advice—unless you can bring in a true divine-level Archmage or a god-tier lich, even a legendary Saint-level being won’t be able to do much damage to the Cyclops Demon Man…”

As the words faded, the mage’s remaining half entered the portal and vanished completely.

“It’s impossible… no… it can’t be…”

Count Ivens slumped to the ground: “The family’s honor, the legacy of the Glo Flower, must not end with me…”

“My lord, we must flee quickly!”

Chaos erupted in the port as numerous demons rampaged, smoke and fire rising.

Witnessing this scene, Count Ivens was plunged into great anguish, while his butler, accompanied by two guards, quickly rushed over: “As long as you are alive, the family’s legacy will not be severed!”

Unfortunately, he arrived too late.

The next moment, the Cyclops Demon Man, having penetrated the port, seemed particularly interested in the lighthouse. With its large vertical eye gazing over, it casually swung its right hand.

Boom!

The entire lighthouse immediately crumbled like a sandcastle struck by a club. Poor Count Ivens and his old butler hadn’t even realized what had happened before being crushed into pulp, buried beneath tons of massive stones.

“Oh gods, what kind of monster is this?”

Amidst the rising screams, numerous demons in the port overwhelmed the guards, biting and tearing, blood and shattered bones spilling from their mouths.

After eliminating organized resistance, they scattered into every street and residence, breaking down doors and searching for any living creature.

Slightly trained household men had no choice but to pick up makeshift weapons and engage in the most desperate battle with the invaders. Unfortunately, even if they managed to kill a few small demons, more and more monsters kept pouring in, turning the entire port into a living hell.

The same scenes were not uncommon in various human settlements across the Eastern and Western continents, as well as in major cities of other races.

At a certain place in the Main World.

“Grand Elder, do we really have to relocate?”

A winged elf, with smooth, delicate skin, wearing thin gauze and green leaf-woven garments, and possessing two pairs of butterfly wings on her back, looked back at the great city engulfed in flames, her face full of reluctance.

“There’s no choice, my child!”

Another elderly winged elf shook his head, appearing extremely bitter: “Our winged elf race does not have a Supreme Deity to protect us. In such a disaster, we are like a small boat on a stormy sea, always at risk of capsizing. To survive, we must leave our homeland and even bow and scrape to others.”

The winged elf woman bit her lip, tears already forming in her eyes.

Just moments ago, their tribe’s deity had perished along with a divine abomination in a final act of protection, no longer able to watch over them.

“Then where can we go?”

“Go east. The humans there have always had good relations with us winged elves. Perhaps they will accept some refugees…”

The Grand Elder’s face showed a trace of helplessness.