#67 - Chapter 67: Visions from the Abyss

The reason Imon Blackblade collided with the Imp Matron wasn't because he wasn't watching where he was going.

It was because the Imp Matron was already on her way the moment Wu Wei spotted him standing out exceptionally on the chaotic battlefield.

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"Thud!"

"Owow..."

Accompanied by the whimper of the dire wolf beneath him, Imon, who had been charging forward fearlessly, suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes. Then, he felt as if he had crashed straight into a mountain, his eyes filled with stars as he fell to the ground.

When Imon finally got back on his feet, the scene before him sent chills down his spine.

What he had just crashed into wasn't a mountain at all.

It was a demon.

A demon larger than a hundred imps stacked together!

Her rough skin was not only covered with all sorts of hollow fleshy tumors, but it was also constantly spewing out disgusting poisonous gas.

Moreover, her body was covered with more than a dozen imps jumping and leaping in cages, completely driven to madness.

More importantly, when Imon looked at her, she was also looking at Imon himself.

Her twisted face was drooling with foul-smelling saliva, looking at him with cruel and greedy eyes!

Imon was very familiar with that look.

As an Orc, he had seen that look countless times in the eyes of the slaves he had selected.

It was the look a creature had when it was extremely hungry and saw food!

In the next second, two large hands grabbed Imon tightly, picking him up like a large toy.

"Meat, it's meat..."

The Imp Matron laughed, and then, in front of Imon Blackblade, she opened her blood basin-like mouth, reaching him towards herself.

"Damn it!"

Imon, wielding the long blade in his hand, frantically slashed at the Imp Matron's arm, trying to make her let go of him.

Instantly, the long blade cut several openings in the Imp Matron's arm, and blood flowed like a river.

But when the Imp Matron really felt the pain, she instantly flew into a rage.

"Food is not obedient!"

Then, the Imp Matron, whose strength had reached as high as fifty points under the reinforcement of the black setting sun, felt Imon's struggle, and immediately used her strength to squeeze his chest tightly with both hands.

Crack!

In just an instant, Imon felt the bones in his body begin to shatter, and his internal organs began to be squeezed. The extreme pain almost made him faint.

"Save him!"

Seeing his son in danger, Sack Blackblade immediately roared and charged towards this side, wielding his battle blade.

The Orcish priest beside him unhesitatingly stretched out his hands, crushed a small bottle, and released a red lightning bolt towards the distant Imp Matron.

Almost at the same time, the group of Orcs who had been charging alongside Imon had already begun to wave the swords in their hands and charged towards the Imp Matron Caroline.

If any of these three parties succeeded in their rescue, Imon could be saved.

But no one on the entire battlefield noticed that on the ruins of the outpost, the lord holding the Abyss Codex was looking up, watching the black sun in the sky that symbolized misfortune and destruction.

And he was whispering something in his mouth.

"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine... here it comes."

The moment he finished speaking.

The black sun "moved."

An invisible wave emanated from the edge of the black sun, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Countless abyssal auras began to spread from the entire battlefield, spreading into the minds of every warrior.

And the abyssal illusions that the Orcs had just gotten rid of appeared once again!

But this time, the illusions they saw were far more serious than last time.

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The scene the Orcish priest saw was a huge and incomparable dark high platform.

Above the high platform, countless beautiful fallen angels were flying in pairs, spreading the evil abyssal truth while singing praises to their great abyssal lord.

And below the high platform, countless demons, abyssal creatures, and even indescribable creatures gathered together, excitedly screaming and waiting for the black high platform to hold some kind of blasphemous ritual.

As for the Orcish priest?

He was tied to that dark high platform.

It turned out that he was the sacrifice!

The sacrifice for the blasphemous ritual that this group of people was holding was actually himself.

All of this seemed so real that the Orcish priest couldn't tell whether he was in an illusion or in reality.

Although the Orcish priest tried to remain calm, when the executioner on the dark high platform really stabbed a dagger engraved with a black vortex eye into his chest, the Orcish priest struggled in pain and wailing.

And he was forced to throw out the red lightning bolt that he had been charging up, trying to knock the executioner away and save his life.

But after the red lightning bolt hit the executioner, the other party was not affected in any way.

On the contrary, the dagger inserted into the Orcish priest's chest had already cut open the Orc's chest.

The executioner, amid the excited shouts of countless demons under the black high tower, pulled out the Orcish priest's heart.....

.....

The scene that Sack Blackblade saw was different from that of the Orcish priest.

The abyssal illusion he saw was a battlefield watched over by the Orcish Ancestor.

He had heard of the appearance of this battlefield in countless Orcish legends.

This was the judgment field used by the Orcish Ancestor to judge those "impure souls."

All souls that were spurned by the Orcish Ancestor would be judged here.

And on this battlefield, the enemies he had defeated in the past had all been resurrected for some reason.

"Sack Blackblade..." "Sack, you are so despicable..."

This group of dead people, who should have rotted and bred maggots underground long ago, surrounded Sack and constantly besieged him.

Sack even saw a special dead soul among them.

His father, the father he had challenged and subsequently killed in order to obtain the position of chieftain!

"Sack, you betrayed me. You poisoned my wine, so you could defeat me!"

The Orc, who bore a seven-point resemblance to Sack, grabbed Sack's neck and held a sharp blade towards him.

"And you will surely pay the price in blood before the Orcish Ancestor!"

Hearing this, Sack said angrily, burning with anger.

"No, I didn't!"

Seeing the sharp blade getting closer and closer, Sack unhesitatingly swung the blade in his hand, blocking the blow.

"Is that so? Then why does the Orcish Ancestor want to judge you? Judge you, this impure soul!"

Sack's father said to Sack Blackblade with a twisted face, while attacking him again.

Hearing these words, Sack suddenly woke up.

He raised his head and looked at the "Orcish Ancestor" who had been watching him in the distance, and said in surprise.

"No, no, Orcish Ancestor, I have never used tricks to kill my enemies. I have always defeated my enemies fairly and squarely!"

But the Orcish Ancestor remained silent, seemingly denying Sack's defense of himself.

Moreover, the blade wielded by Sack's father was getting closer and closer to Sack.

....

The other Orcs also fell into illusions after the black sun launched this wave.

However, the abyssal illusions they each saw were also different.

Some Orcs saw some kind of treasure that they extremely craved lying in front of them, while beneath their feet was a stream of poisonous liquid flowing with concentrated acid.

The more he wanted to approach and obtain this treasure, the more he had to endure the pain of the concentrated acid eroding him to get to the location of the treasure.

And the treasure was located just within the edge of the range he could endure.

Not too much, not too little!

And some Orcs saw abyssal illusions that were some kind of erotic dream.

Countless beautiful girls, regardless of race, gathered around him, telling him in his ear with the most seductive words about the upcoming erotic scenes.

Their bodies were so soft, the fragrance on their bodies was so charming, and their existence was so....

Real!

Apart from these scenes related to desire, the abyssal environments that more Orcs saw were often related to the things they feared most in their hearts, or some of their darkest secrets that they were most unwilling to mention!

In these abyssal illusions, their few remaining sanity was weakened once again.....

"One... two..."

And on the other side, the lord holding the Abyss Codex continued to count the strange numbers.

Because this was only the second wave of mental shock!

The mental shock from the black sun would continue to impact the poor souls of these Orcs!

Until they completely died, or, completely went mad!