Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 503 [Bonus chapter]And So It Begins...

Tapping his finger on his table, Dorian stared into the space with a lazy gaze.

And by his side was the ever-trusty Butler Sheng and the Lion-head Pandrol, who stood in faithful silence.

On the table was a map... A map of various territories across the country that had several Red Cross marks on them.

Odd...

Too odd.

It's been a week since the unrest began, and it was already becoming chaotic.

How to say it?

It was as though these many underworld creatures hiding in the dark, had suddenly decided to become bold, causing mischief at every corner.

Luckily, they still haven't truly revealed themselves to the public, or else there would be apocalyptic-level chaos going on in the streets at this moment.

"It's not normal," Dorian whispered, scanning the map before him with a dangerous light.

"Here." His fingers finally stopped at a small Coastal fishing town that had the least number of reported disturbances and strange cases.

Sometimes, what you're looking for, is hidden in the most unlikely of places.

"Pandrol..."

"Yes, master?" Pandrol calmly spoke, taking a step forward to Dorian's left.

"Contact Elder Endo. Have him take 2 other elders, as well as 80 students. They'll head there immediately."

Dorian paused, closing his eyes lightly.

And just then, in a far, far, corner within the massive heavenly space library, a book vibrated on a shelf and flew across several bookshelves before reaching Dorian's hands.

[The Decitories.]

Those were the words in the book drawn out.

Butler Sheng frowned, having no clue what it was about.

Yet, his heart couldn't stop beating crazily, wondering what sort of evil entity they were up against that could cause such widespread chaos in just a week.

This wasn't the time for chaos.

Even though they knew the Grandmaster didn't care about exposure, Humanity was still building its forces, so for now, things had to be kept in a hush.

"The Decitories..." Dorian began, blowing into the air to turn the pages.

Oh My God!

The image shown almost made Butler Sheng, who has seen enough evil, jump back in disgust and disbelief.

The image was so gruesome-looking that one could almost imagine it jumping out of the books.

It was tall, slender, crooked and shrouded in mist.

All that could be seen from the drawing were eyes that glowed and spat evil the longer they stared.

But what were its skills? What were its TRUE abilities?

"Control." Dorian calmly replied. "It cannot control humans, but... It can control all underworld creatures below its rank."

"So it's using other creatures to hunt?"

"Hmm..." Dorian lazily hummed. "You're thinking small."

Typically, such creatures wouldn't make such a bold move and risk exposure from other demons.

It shouldn't just be one creature that did this, but a whole School of Decitories, lurking in the dark, gathered in one place, focusing all their attention on the outside world.

Butler Sheng frowned, thinking deeply about the matter.

His ball rolled up and down his throat the more he thought.

'The Grandmaster said I should think bigger. The biggest issue right now is the upcoming war. So does this matter link up with the war ahead? Is this a synchronized attack that will serve a bigger purpose in the future?'

The more Butler Sheng thought, the faster his analysis of the matter.

The Grandmaster said such creatures never show their abilities even to their kind.

So for them to go all out like this, displaying themselves in such a way, shows they might be part of the bigger picture... one he doesn't yet fully see.

"Grandmaster, I understand that causing chaos will weaken humanity, but the attack isn't due any time soon. So why start now? Why are they acting crazy all of a sudden?"

Dotiam chuckled lightly, with a cold glint in his eyes. "And so it begins...? The arrival of the 4 Horsemen."

What?

The 4 horsemen?

Boom!!!

Butler Sheng and Pandrol felt an explosion go off in their brains.

This wasn't the first time they were hearing about the horsemen.

Dotian had mentioned earlier, saying there were 4: Death, Famine, War, and Conquest.

Think of these horsemen as messengers guaranteeing that the end of days was near.

From their understanding, these horsemen have been in the world for centuries, hidden in places they might never find.

And when it's time... When fate turns its wheels, the horsemen will rise to fulfill the wishes of their makers.

Yes.. you guessed it. The horsemen were created by 4 Princes of the underworld.

?Lucifer, the prince of Pride, created the horseman of Death.

?Beelzebub, the Prince of Gluttony, ironically cried the horseman of Famine.

?Belphegor, Prince of Sloth, took over control of the Horseman of War that was created by the now dead-Satan, Prince of Wrath.

?Mammon, Prince of Greed, created the horseman of Conquest.

Those are the 4 horsemen who when seen, meant inevitable doom for humanity... So it says.

These Horsemen are chosen across time and history and are most likely former humans who will carry out the plague assigned to them, whether willingly or unwillingly.

Butler Sheng's mind was buzzing like a bee when hearing about the emergence of a horseman.

Suddenly, he felt his voice caught in his throat.

"Grandmaster, with the large scale of creatures going out to kill and pilgrimage on people, it won't be long before the excessive deaths of many cause the world to plumage in despair."

Pandrol nodded. "Yes! I reckon that even if we find these Decitories in the country, all across the world, the same situation might be unfolding. So unless we find the horseman and put an end to him, the dangers will never stop!"

Dorian lazily leaned back in his seat, unbothered by the worried duo before him. "We can't kill the horseman of Death... at least not yet. we find him, and capture him."

Why? Because once he does, Lucifer, no matter where he is, will notice the bond severance between him and the horseman of death gone.

The only thing Dorian isn't sure of is if the risen horseman is that of Death, Famine, War or Conquest.

Which is it?... Which horseman was released first?

He felt it should be death, but who is to say he was absolutely right?