Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 269 Chapter268-The Entrance of Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana!

John waved his hand, dispelling the Abyssal Prison.

The other members of the squad outside looked around with puzzled expressions, wondering about the whereabouts of the Soul-Devouring Serpent Mozambique.

At this moment, since Mozambique had died at the hands of John, the system determined it to be a player's kill, causing the serpent's corpse to dissolve into a stream of white light and vanish.

What remained was a radiant treasure chest at the original location.

Strangely enough, except for John, everyone else seemed unable to see the chest, as if it were invisible to them.

John noticed this fascinating detail, rubbing his chin contemplatively, an expression of deep thought dawned on his face.

Clearly, this was a special setup by the system.

After players killed a monster, it would drop equipment and items as their spoils of war.

However, the native NPCs couldn't witness this phenomenon of equipment dropping; they could only see the monster disappearing into thin air.

This stark contrast in perspectives further confirmed John's belief that the system, perhaps, was the true overseer of the Godslayer world. Such an ability was not something a common deity could possess.

With a casual wave, he opened the chest on the ground, scooping up two pieces of faintly glowing equipment into his backpack.

John had no time to check the attributes of these items, for with the demise of the Soul-Devouring Serpent Mozambique, something seemed to be slowly awakening in the darkness yonder.

At this point, the other members of the squad couldn't afford to wonder about the whereabouts of Mozambique's corpse anymore.

Their attention was wholly diverted to the engulfing darkness before them, all eyes keenly peering into the impending unknown.

The energy gradually awakening was brimming with boundless, twisted darkness.

Even without being able to see what exactly lurked within the shadows, everyone felt their scalps tingling, even harboring a sense of facing an invincible force.

"This power... it's just too dark and malevolent. Standing here and feeling it even slightly brings a sensation of facing the bottomless abyss of endless fear..." the most perceptive among them, Saphir, remarked, his face pale and his robust body unable to stop shaking.

"Is this the power of a Devil?" someone mumbled nearby, their expression turning blank.

A few of the mentally weaker team members started moving uncontrollably, drawn towards the darkness ahead.

If not for the tight grip of their comrades beside them, they would have already stepped into the profound darkness.

John observed the members of this Devil Elite Hunting Team — they were already terrified despite not having encountered the Devil in its true form.

With a helpless shake of his head, he stepped forward, standing firmly in front of everyone.

"Do not lift your heads, do not use your minds to sense, your spiritual worlds are not yet capable of withstanding such a level of oppressive force..." John's voice rang out, akin to a resonant bell, pulling everyone's focus back instantaneously.

A sudden, indefinable fluctuation surged in the air, distinguishing itself the moment it touched the force emanating from the darkness.

Although no sound was heard, a deafening roar echoed in everyone's minds.

Their eyes filled with dread and fear, they hurriedly bowed their heads as instructed by John, avoiding direct contact with the unsettling force, reining in their spirits, daring not to make any further explorative moves.

John stood with his hands clasped behind him, a detached gaze fixed upon the rich darkness before him.

He had already activated the Eye of Artemis, a mysterious light flickering in his eyes.

Through John's line of sight, a formless and shapeless cluster of black dust could be seen gradually coalescing within the darkness.

Finally, the dust converged to form a dark throne constructed of grotesque and despairing skulls.

A gaunt figure appeared atop the throne, leaning forward with elbows rested on their knees, supporting their head in a hand, their face unclear.

With the emergence of this figure, the evil and twisted aura in the darkness became increasingly intense, and everyone seemed to hear the mournful wails of wronged souls ringing in their ears.

These grating cries were not coming from a single entity but were a conglomeration of countless voices intertwined, as if attempting to pierce through their eardrums and etch directly into the depths of their minds.

Unanimously, pained expressions overtook their faces.

"Focus your minds, do not be swayed by the voices in your ears; these sounds are all false!" John's thunderous roar abruptly brought the others back to their senses.

They hurriedly channeled the energy within their bodies, striving to concentrate their spirits.

Strangely enough, as everyone began to center their focus, the voices seemed to gradually recede, becoming fainter and fainter.

A hint of a cold smile played upon John's lips.

"Captain, what do you see?" Unable to lift their heads, a member of the squad queried John.

John spoke tranquilly, "Nothing special, just a wounded fellow trying to play god and fool around..."

As everyone remained puzzled, the darkness before them suddenly began to churn violently.

Though there appeared to be nothing there, they could distinctly see the fluctuations in space with the naked eye.

The next second, the darkness dispersed, revealing the throne constructed of skulls directly before them.

At some unknown point, the figure seated on the throne had lifted its head, gazing at the Devil Elite Hunting Team with a sly, smiling face.

John finally had a clear view of the individual who, except for a pale golden vertical pupil situated at the very center of its forehead — semi-opened, giving off an extremely eerie vibe — bore no significant difference from an ordinary human.

"Soul-Devouring Devil, Ghana, one of the 72 devils of the Abyss, ranked 45th..." John slowly articulated the figure's identity, his tone still as calm as still water.

Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana tilted its head, leisurely staring at John with a composed demeanor. "You, this human, seem a bit different from the other ants..."

Though Ghana hadn't opened its mouth, the voice reverberated clearly in everyone's ears.

The voice sounded somewhat clear and bright, mirroring its soft and androgynous features, carrying a nameless sense of coldness.

John pursed his lips, nonchalantly responding, "I don't know what you devils are thinking, but being constantly referred to as ants is quite annoying, you know..." The Soul-Devouring Devil exhibited a hint of curiosity in its eyes, the smile on its face remaining unaltered.

"The ones you worship day in and day out, those high and mighty hypocritical deities, are in my eyes nothing but beings on the same level as me... What's wrong with calling you ants?" it asked.

Silently, John furrowed his brow.

This Devil was even more arrogant and overconfident than he had imagined.

Despite being reduced to this state, it still maintained a haughty demeanor, which was truly disgusting.

Seated on the throne, the Soul-Devouring Devil propped its chin with one hand and rested the other on its waist, casually inquiring, "Humans, state your purpose for coming here..."

With an indifferent tone, John replied, "No particular reason, just here to banish you back to the abyss."

Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana was slightly taken aback, evidently not expecting such a response from John.

The next second, Ghana burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Hahaha, this might be the funniest thing I've heard recently, you few ordinary humans daring to challenge a great Devil, have you grown tired of living?"

John raised an eyebrow, sternly saying, "Don't be too confident, your current condition isn't exactly favorable..."

Suddenly sitting upright, Ghana fixed its fervent gaze on John. "Human, just who are you, to know so much?"

Now Ghana was slightly hesitant as well.

The human before it had from the outset revealed the fact that it was seriously injured, a secret that was inaccessible to others and should have remained hidden even deep within the layers of the abyss, known only to devils of its own stature. How did this man come to know of it?

Before Ghana could even inquire further, John spoke leisurely, "I know far more than you imagine… I also know that apart from you, several other Devils have descended onto the Godslayer Continent. You are actually a group of failures, banished here from the abyss…"

Ghana's eyes lost their previous calm, turning instead ominously cold.

"I perceive a trace of lingering dark aura on you. Before meeting me, did you encounter other Devils?"

John, smiling, pulled out the Desire Devil Mammon's Scepter from his backpack and brandished it before Ghana.

"How about it, does it look familiar?"

The Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana's eyes turned icy, its aura becoming utterly somber.

"This is… Mammon's weapon? How did it end up in your hands?!"

John replied nonchalantly, "What do you think? Since this thing was the main weapon of the Desire Devil, its appearance here signifies that it is my war trophy…"

Ghana's pupils contracted, displaying a grave expression for the first time.

"Human, you're tricking me, aren't you? How could beings as insignificant as you possibly defeat someone like Mammon?"

John shook his head, his face reflecting pity as he said, "I can confirm now, you truly are just a group of pitiful exiles, unable to remain in the abyss and thus banished to the human world..."

"You have absolutely no contact with each other, not even aware of what has happened to the other Devils…"

Ghana fell silent, the vertical eye on its forehead beginning to flicker with an inexplicable glow.