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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0269_part_02
Chapter 615
chapter 0269 part 2
Dracula shook his head, looking at the pile of human firearms on the ground as if an Ordinary Person was looking at a pile of smelly dog poop. As the deputy speaker of the Dark Council and one of the few powerful ones among the vampires, Dracula wasn't afraid of silver weapons like ordinary vampires, but the deep-seated aversion was unstoppable.
"My dark magic is enough for me to survive in Hell. What about you? Aren't you going to take these weapons?"
Dracula's eyes turned scarlet. His pale hand extended from under his cloak. With a grab, a lone, surviving kobold demon nearby was instantly enveloped in a ball of black mist. When the black mist dissipated, only a dried corpse devoid of any moisture was left in its place.
"My hellfire is the bane of these demons. They are the ones who should fear and repent!"
Johnny turned his head, and flames surged from his smooth skull. Seeing the two balls of hellfire in Johnny's eye sockets, Dracula felt a chill in his heart.
The Dark Council had long records of the terrifying and troublesome nature of Ghost Rider. One Dark Council Councillor had even perished at the hands of Mephisto's Knight. This was one of the reasons why the old guys in the Dark Council had secretly obstructed and dragged their feet when Mephisto asked the Dark Council to deal with Tang Song.
Dracula just hadn't expected that Mephisto had already fallen, yet his Knight was still here! "This is the Hell Abyss. The demons here are as numerous as the water in the Ocean. These Golden Golems and human weapons are not what we should rely on. Our current advantage is that those demons haven't discovered us yet. We'd best hurry and find Mephisto's Castle to steal your Master Splinter's soul before they react!"
Dracula looked at the fully armed Logan and Deadpool, waved his hand, and cast another layer of perception blocking dark magic over the few of them.
A distance of dozens of kilometers was not too far for them. In this Abyss, before a blood moon rose overhead, they successfully climbed the over two-thousand-meter-high active volcano.
In the Volcano Crater, boiling Lava surged, and bright red lava bubbles rose and burst, making muffled sounds within the Volcano Crater. The flowing lava liquid streamed down the mountain wall, merging into the Lava River below. However, at this moment, none of the four had the mood to appreciate this magnificent volcanic spectacle. Including Dracula, they all stared dumbfounded at the endless Demon Army below the mountain.
Four blood moons hung high in the sky. Below the Volcano was a vast, boundless plain stretching for tens of thousands of kilometers. On this plain, countless Demon Armies, numbering in the hundreds of millions, were divided into several factions, locked in battle.
"Blood moon, Abyssal Blood War!" These words were practically squeezed out from between Dracula's teeth.
"Blood moon means these four red egg tarts hanging in the sky? And what's an Abyssal Blood War? Does it mean these demons are fighting each other?"
Deadpool looked at the countless, conservatively estimated hundreds of millions of Demon Army below the mountain, unable to suppress his curiosity, and asked, "What are they fighting over? Mating rights?"
"Every Abyss has its own blood moon. Once an Abyss has multiple blood moons, it means an Abyssal Blood War is underway!"
"An Abyssal Blood War is a war that can only be initiated by an Abyssal Lord. The blood moon connects the two Abysses that initiated the Blood War. Ordinary blood wars might be initiated by some Demon Overlords who want to reduce the number of demons within the Abyss and increase their strength.
After all, Demons are creatures that rely on devouring and killing each other to increase their strength.
But now there are four blood moons here, multiple blood wars. This means at least four Abysses are involved in this Blood War. They must be after the authority left behind by Mephisto!"
Dracula's mood was very low at this moment. Looking at the tide-like Demon Army below the mountain, he suddenly felt inferior because of his ignorance.
After learning that Mephisto had fallen and the several Abyss Worlds He ruled were without a master, he and some Dark Council Councillors wanted to occupy an Abyss and support a Hell Lord from within the Dark Council.
They had approached Tang Song for cooperation for this purpose.
But clearly, they had underestimated the Hell Abyssal Dimension.
The demons the Dark Council had encountered over the past thousands of years were all descenders, whose power could not be fully displayed in the Reality Dimension.
Looking at these Demons like a tide, and then thinking about the Dark Council, even if all the Summoned Creatures of the Necromancers were included, the total number of "People" in the Dark Council Members was less than one ten-millionth of these Demons.
What could they use to compete with these Demon Overlords and Hell Lords?
"I can feel it, my Father's soul is just ahead—"
Following Johnny's gaze, Deadpool saw the towering black mountain peak, tens of thousands of meters high. What also attracted his attention were the tens of millions of Demons densely packed around the mountain peak, locked in battle.
To reach that Mountain Peak, they first had to cross the Demon Plain below their feet.
"Johnny, I think these demons down there could drown us with just one spit each!" Deadpool touched the two katanas on his back.
"Let's be clear, the ten million US dollars we agreed on before isn't enough. We need more money!"
The two balls of hellfire in Johnny's skull eye sockets flickered. He turned back to Dracula, "How long does an Abyssal Blood War like this usually last?"
Dracula understood Johnny's plan. He shook his head, "The time concept in the Hell Abyss is different from our Reality Dimension. An Abyssal Blood War can sometimes last for hundreds, even thousands of years.
The Hell Lords who initiate an Abyssal Blood War have endless lifespan. Time doesn't mean much to them!"
"Furthermore!" Dracula looked at the faintly visible black Mountain Peak in the distance. "I suspect the purpose of this Abyssal Blood War is to contend for the ownership of this Abyss. Once they determine a victor, I think Mephisto's Palace, including his collection, will fall into the hands of the winner."
"It will be much harder to retrieve your Father's soul then. In the Hell Dimension, challenging a Hell Lord at full strength, I don't think even the Sorcerer Supreme himself would gain an advantage!"
Listening to Dracula's words, the hellfire in Johnny's eye sockets surged, clearly showing intense emotion.
"Johnny, add another five hundred thousand US dollars, and I'll go with you. With the Boss's Jade Talismans, these Demons won't discover us! Even if they discover this great me, these two katanas on my back are magic weapons custom-made for two hundred million! Those bastards in the Weapons Department dared to charge two hundred million for two katanas!
I'll take this opportunity to test the quality of the blades. If the quality isn't good, I'll make them compensate me double, no, triple!"
Logan, on the other hand, wasn't as talkative as Deadpool. He just silently lit a cigar with a lighter, threw away the lighter, pulled the slide, and checked the performance of the machine gun.
"No, I'll go myself. Thank you, Logan, Wade Wilson.
I'm different from you. After I transform, I don't have a human presence on my body. These Demons are fighting among themselves and won't discover me. The Boss gave me a lot of things for self-preservation, enough for me to fight back and forth a few times on this Demon Plain!"
(end of chapter )
Dracula shook his head, looking at the pile of human firearms on the ground as if an Ordinary Person was looking at a pile of smelly dog poop. As the deputy speaker of the Dark Council and one of the few powerful ones among the vampires, Dracula wasn't afraid of silver weapons like ordinary vampires, but the deep-seated aversion was unstoppable.
"My dark magic is enough for me to survive in Hell. What about you? Aren't you going to take these weapons?"
Dracula's eyes turned scarlet. His pale hand extended from under his cloak. With a grab, a lone, surviving kobold demon nearby was instantly enveloped in a ball of black mist. When the black mist dissipated, only a dried corpse devoid of any moisture was left in its place.
"My hellfire is the bane of these demons. They are the ones who should fear and repent!"
Johnny turned his head, and flames surged from his smooth skull. Seeing the two balls of hellfire in Johnny's eye sockets, Dracula felt a chill in his heart.
The Dark Council had long records of the terrifying and troublesome nature of Ghost Rider. One Dark Council Councillor had even perished at the hands of Mephisto's Knight. This was one of the reasons why the old guys in the Dark Council had secretly obstructed and dragged their feet when Mephisto asked the Dark Council to deal with Tang Song.
Dracula just hadn't expected that Mephisto had already fallen, yet his Knight was still here! "This is the Hell Abyss. The demons here are as numerous as the water in the Ocean. These Golden Golems and human weapons are not what we should rely on. Our current advantage is that those demons haven't discovered us yet. We'd best hurry and find Mephisto's Castle to steal your Master Splinter's soul before they react!"
Dracula looked at the fully armed Logan and Deadpool, waved his hand, and cast another layer of perception blocking dark magic over the few of them.
A distance of dozens of kilometers was not too far for them. In this Abyss, before a blood moon rose overhead, they successfully climbed the over two-thousand-meter-high active volcano.
In the Volcano Crater, boiling Lava surged, and bright red lava bubbles rose and burst, making muffled sounds within the Volcano Crater. The flowing lava liquid streamed down the mountain wall, merging into the Lava River below. However, at this moment, none of the four had the mood to appreciate this magnificent volcanic spectacle. Including Dracula, they all stared dumbfounded at the endless Demon Army below the mountain.
Four blood moons hung high in the sky. Below the Volcano was a vast, boundless plain stretching for tens of thousands of kilometers. On this plain, countless Demon Armies, numbering in the hundreds of millions, were divided into several factions, locked in battle.
"Blood moon, Abyssal Blood War!" These words were practically squeezed out from between Dracula's teeth.
"Blood moon means these four red egg tarts hanging in the sky? And what's an Abyssal Blood War? Does it mean these demons are fighting each other?"
Deadpool looked at the countless, conservatively estimated hundreds of millions of Demon Army below the mountain, unable to suppress his curiosity, and asked, "What are they fighting over? Mating rights?"
"Every Abyss has its own blood moon. Once an Abyss has multiple blood moons, it means an Abyssal Blood War is underway!"
"An Abyssal Blood War is a war that can only be initiated by an Abyssal Lord. The blood moon connects the two Abysses that initiated the Blood War. Ordinary blood wars might be initiated by some Demon Overlords who want to reduce the number of demons within the Abyss and increase their strength.
After all, Demons are creatures that rely on devouring and killing each other to increase their strength.
But now there are four blood moons here, multiple blood wars. This means at least four Abysses are involved in this Blood War. They must be after the authority left behind by Mephisto!"
Dracula's mood was very low at this moment. Looking at the tide-like Demon Army below the mountain, he suddenly felt inferior because of his ignorance.
After learning that Mephisto had fallen and the several Abyss Worlds He ruled were without a master, he and some Dark Council Councillors wanted to occupy an Abyss and support a Hell Lord from within the Dark Council.
They had approached Tang Song for cooperation for this purpose.
But clearly, they had underestimated the Hell Abyssal Dimension.
The demons the Dark Council had encountered over the past thousands of years were all descenders, whose power could not be fully displayed in the Reality Dimension.
Looking at these Demons like a tide, and then thinking about the Dark Council, even if all the Summoned Creatures of the Necromancers were included, the total number of "People" in the Dark Council Members was less than one ten-millionth of these Demons.
What could they use to compete with these Demon Overlords and Hell Lords?
"I can feel it, my Father's soul is just ahead—"
Following Johnny's gaze, Deadpool saw the towering black mountain peak, tens of thousands of meters high. What also attracted his attention were the tens of millions of Demons densely packed around the mountain peak, locked in battle.
To reach that Mountain Peak, they first had to cross the Demon Plain below their feet.
"Johnny, I think these demons down there could drown us with just one spit each!" Deadpool touched the two katanas on his back.
"Let's be clear, the ten million US dollars we agreed on before isn't enough. We need more money!"
The two balls of hellfire in Johnny's skull eye sockets flickered. He turned back to Dracula, "How long does an Abyssal Blood War like this usually last?"
Dracula understood Johnny's plan. He shook his head, "The time concept in the Hell Abyss is different from our Reality Dimension. An Abyssal Blood War can sometimes last for hundreds, even thousands of years.
The Hell Lords who initiate an Abyssal Blood War have endless lifespan. Time doesn't mean much to them!"
"Furthermore!" Dracula looked at the faintly visible black Mountain Peak in the distance. "I suspect the purpose of this Abyssal Blood War is to contend for the ownership of this Abyss. Once they determine a victor, I think Mephisto's Palace, including his collection, will fall into the hands of the winner."
"It will be much harder to retrieve your Father's soul then. In the Hell Dimension, challenging a Hell Lord at full strength, I don't think even the Sorcerer Supreme himself would gain an advantage!"
Listening to Dracula's words, the hellfire in Johnny's eye sockets surged, clearly showing intense emotion.
"Johnny, add another five hundred thousand US dollars, and I'll go with you. With the Boss's Jade Talismans, these Demons won't discover us! Even if they discover this great me, these two katanas on my back are magic weapons custom-made for two hundred million! Those bastards in the Weapons Department dared to charge two hundred million for two katanas!
I'll take this opportunity to test the quality of the blades. If the quality isn't good, I'll make them compensate me double, no, triple!"
Logan, on the other hand, wasn't as talkative as Deadpool. He just silently lit a cigar with a lighter, threw away the lighter, pulled the slide, and checked the performance of the machine gun.
"No, I'll go myself. Thank you, Logan, Wade Wilson.
I'm different from you. After I transform, I don't have a human presence on my body. These Demons are fighting among themselves and won't discover me. The Boss gave me a lot of things for self-preservation, enough for me to fight back and forth a few times on this Demon Plain!"
(end of chapter )
