The hero who saves the world in the first eye, and the devil king in the second eye

Chapter 2 The Demon King's Summoning
extraterritorial.

Chaos Rift.

This place is outside the world.

No sun, no fertile soil.

There is only boundless darkness and desolation without any grass growing.

In such a harsh environment, only the "Demon Race" can survive.

Since the failure of the war between humans and demons a thousand years ago, the demons who were sealed here by the "Son of Destiny" have not given up. They are lingering on, using the meager resources to continuously restore the strength of the clan bit by bit.

They endured hunger, cold, and boundless darkness, multiplied and endured for thousands of years.

at last.

The "that day" that all the demons are looking forward to, looking forward to, and longing for has finally come.

That is
The day when their "new king" is coming.

Devil Palace.

Although it is called a palace, it is actually a simple altar made of huge rocks.

"Can we really summon a qualified demon king like this?" A female upper-level demon next to the altar couldn't help but ask.

The curved horns on her head that look like an antelope, and the pink tail that swayed non-stop because of nervousness or worry, all showed her identity—the third apostle, Succubus Elena

The one who answered the succubus question was another one next to him, a demon tribe with sharp spikes on his hands and feet—the fifth apostle, Arpad the sword demon
"I'm sorry, Elena."

"But the black rock in the gap of chaos is extremely hard. Even we, the Sword Demon Clan, can't cut it. We have tried our best to be able to piece together such an altar."

The succubus wants to say that you were not like this in your heyday. There is no hard object in the world that your sharp blades cannot cut. This should be the sword demon of their demon clan.

But when Elena's eyes turned to the other low-level sword demons behind the sword demon, almost all of them had shrunk by half a circle. Looking at the core of the sword demon, they should have sharp blade limbs, but now they are Glowing an unhealthy cyan color, Elena sighed.

food.

They are so short of food.

With the pitiful and barren resources of the chaotic rift, if they want to multiply the number of groups, they can only be forced to reduce the quality of individual demons.

This also led to
When the succubus looked towards the distant basin below the altar, he could see a densely packed and terrifying demon army there.

It's a pity that these demons are the lowest and inferior, with no wisdom at all, only instinct.

That's why.

They don't care about the simplicity of the altar, and they don't know the incompleteness of the ceremony.

They only know that their group has lost their king for thousands of years, and today, they will finally return, and they will usher in a new devil king.

"Don't make useless complaints, Elena, this is our only and last chance." Another tall and burly demon came from behind.

His terrifying physique, which is several meters tall, is enough to explain his identity - the seventh apostle, the great demon Hercule.

"The environment of the Chaos Rift continues to deteriorate day by day. If we don't activate the Demon King Summoning Ceremony, we will only die here." The big devil shook his head.

Walking right next to Hercule was a middle-aged man with snake eyes.

Like the succubus Elena, he has a nearly human body shape, which makes it easy to identify his identity among the demons - the second apostle, the wise demon Leon
Leon: "Thirteen high-level intelligent demons are ready and can start the summoning ceremony."

"What? Wait a minute!"

"Leon, the devil summoned such an important matter, why are there only four of us here? Where are the remaining five apostles?"

Facing the question of the succubus Elena, the wise demon spit out the letter, and stated the colder facts with its cold snake eyes:
"The magic demon is researching new magic against humans, the shadow demon is guarding the entrance to the crack, the rot demon is preparing the plague toxin for counterattack, the breeding demon continues to give birth to soldiers in the delivery room, the evil demon. The evil demon Gu Luodan said that he is not feeling well."

The succubus Elena frowned more and more, until finally, when Leon told the reason why the demon did not come, Elena couldn't help but burst out, and an angry "miscellaneous*—" resounded among the four apostles .

obviously.

Among them, except for Shadow Demon and Yu Mo, who indeed had important positions and couldn't get away, the other three apostles were more or less looking for excuses.

Especially the last demon, Grodan.

He didn't even pretend to be pretentious anymore, he almost didn't say the word "ridicule" directly.

but.
What can they do?

The demon king summoned last time was defeated by the so-called "son of destiny" by humans, which also caused their demon clan to be defeated and sealed in the chaotic crack.

This caused them, the apostles, to distrust the Demon King.

And now, after forbearance for thousands of years, the new "king" summoning ceremony, such a barren summoning resource, not even a decent altar, no one believes that a qualified demon king can be summoned.

No wonder the remaining three apostles were unwilling to come over.

It's obvious what they mean.

Even if they waited for the apostle and really summoned the Demon King, that kind of inferior Demon King, they didn't want to be loyal at all.

"Smelly bastard!"

"They are violating the ancestral teachings of our demon clan that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years!"

"Just wait, I'll call the three of them over now!"

As the succubus Elena spoke, she flapped her wings and took off to find the other three apostles who were in other areas and refused to participate in the ceremony.

It is not difficult to see that Elena firmly supports the Demon King faction.

Kemo stopped her,
"Come back Elena, our demon clan has already suffered too many losses and cannot afford any more internal consumption."

"It is enough for the four of us to preside over the ceremony. If our new king is really strong enough, then I believe that the king will teach them a lesson without you taking action."

"And what if."

Zhimo didn't continue talking.

"Everyone, don't procrastinate, let's start the ceremony."

With a wave of his hand, he calmly commanded the last remaining high-level demons of each ethnic group to stand in the corresponding sacrificial positions on the ritual altar and began to chant loudly.

"Great king, I am a wise demon, the brain of the demon clan, and my family is willing to sacrifice my head to lay the foundation of my king's wisdom!"

Under Leon's voice, the thirteen high-level wisdom demons immediately plunged into the flames of the altar without hesitation.

Followed by the sword demon Arpad.

"Great king, I am the Sword Demon, the leader of the demon clan. Our clan is willing to dedicate our sharp blades to help my king kill!"

Under Arpad's voice, the eight high-level sword demons cut off each other's limbs without hesitation, and threw them into the flames of the altar.

Next up is the great demon Hercule.

"Great king, I am a demon, the blood of the demon race, we are willing to dedicate our hearts to purify our king's blood!"

Under Hercule's voice, the six high-level demons did not hesitate to tear each other's bodies apart with their claws, take out the hearts, and throw them into the altar flames.

The last one is the succubus, Elena.

There are no other high-level succubi.

Alone, Elena cut her wrist with a bone dagger, and sprinkled blood into the flames of the altar.

"Great king, I am the succubus, the bewilderment of the demon clan, we are willing to sacrifice our souls to achieve our king's destiny!"

As one sacrificial object after another was put in, the originally weak flames on the altar began to expand rapidly and became more intense. In just a short moment, it turned into a raging fire, lighting up the entire altar.

The size of the flame can more or less represent the bloodline of the summoned Demon King.

is a good sign.

The next wise demon threw the Shadow Demon's Eye, the Rot Demon's Foot, the Sorcerer's Tongue, and the Nurturing Demon's Touch into the altar flame. Just as he was about to take half a step back, when he looked at the altar again, the flames of the altar stopped. It suddenly erupted and completely covered the huge altar.

what! ?

The four apostles present all showed shocked expressions.

They had never seen anything like it.

The deep flame seemed to swallow the entire altar, and the chaotic rock, which even the sword demon Arpad could not cut through, could not sustain even a few breaths under the flame, and melted and disintegrated one after another.

Much more than that.

The flame that devoured the altar finally turned into a beam of black curtain light, rushing straight into the chaotic cracks in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the entire crack space began to shake violently, and a strong shock came from the barren ground beneath his feet, like an overwhelmed wail, as if to say that this chaotic crack could not bear the presence that was about to arrive.

After the initial panic and shock, it was the succubus Elena who was the first to show signs of ecstasy.

Even though the ground was cracked and kept shaking, she still stared at the dark beam of light rising into the sky, staring at the depths of the altar.

The stronger the vision displayed by the altar, the more powerful the demon king summoned.

But now, the strange image of the altar is not even limited to the altar, but affects the entire Chaos Crack, making this most unshakable prison that has sealed their demon clan for thousands of years, actually faintly about to collapse.

Can't go wrong!

The Demon King they summoned this time will probably be the most powerful one in the history of the Demon Clan.
The most powerful ever! !

With such excitement and strong anticipation, as the dark beam of light finally faded away, it was replaced by an increasingly clear...of...
silhouette?

It was a young man.

To be precise, it is a young man who is still confused and ignorant.

Liao Yu looked at the chaotic and desolate cracked space around him, and looked at the dark basin below where millions of demonic troops were cheering towards him and making deafening roars.

Then he looked at the four demon apostle bosses that were not far away from him and directly opposite him. He had spent a lot of effort and dodge them a hundred and eighty times in the game before dodge them.

But at this moment, the four apostles of the demon king were half kneeling, bowing their heads to themselves in a welcoming gesture.

Liao Yu: "."

Liao Yu fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)