Abyss Summoner-Chapter 218 - 213: Devil Incident

Six o'clock.

The cold wind howled outside the window. It was already October, and the temperature had dropped significantly. For an ever-changing apocalypse, the outside environment was becoming even harsher.

Without a stable base, many people would die in the upcoming winter.

The horizon was shrouded in darkness, with not a hint of light. This kind of weather was most suited for sleep, hiding under the covers, yet the predicament still swept over one's heart.

But Chen Feng, having lived two lifetimes, possessed a will as strong as steel, and a little drowsiness was nothing to him.

Sloth is the original sin.

Chen Feng dressed himself and immediately got out of bed.

Today he had an important task—to patrol the New City east of the bridge. To better understand the situation here, he needed to see it for himself.

Upon exiting the room, a small, weak figure was sitting obediently at the door, and a smile appeared on its previously indifferent little face.

Sunflowers always face the sun.

Inferior Demons are like this too; their rough side always faces the other way, revealing a genuine smile only when meeting Chen Feng.

Although...

It didn't have a heart.

Inferior Demon always woke earlier than Chen Feng. It seemed to have integrated well into its guardianship role, a duty originally belonging to the Thunder Prison Dragon Lion. However, deterred by the Inferior Demon, that silver-tier beast slinked away to some unknown location for fear of becoming its snack if it got too close.

Chen Feng patted the Inferior Demon on the head, "Stay here obediently, don't go anywhere, and wait for me to come back."

The Inferior Demon nodded slightly.

If anyone in this world could earn its unwavering loyalty, it would undoubtedly be Chen Feng.

Although it felt somewhat disappointed that the master wasn't taking it out, it still perfectly executed any of his commands, whether that was killing or, as now, standing obediently in place.

The Inferior Demon was very quiet.

When not in combat, it liked to lie in places that bore Chen Feng's scent, which helped it relax. Suppressing countless wronged souls within its body was no simple task. It had consumed so many lives that no one could possibly imagine how many unjustly deceased were harbored within it.

Their memories and cries intertwined, creating a negative energy that could drive any practitioner insane. But wherever the master was, this negative energy naturally lessened significantly.

The master created it.

It would behave obediently.

Chen Feng left, leaving the Inferior Demon at the door, curling up like a child waiting for their family to pick them up from kindergarten—silent and still.

Chen Feng glanced back at the Inferior Demon, a faint warmth flashing through his cold eyes.

The Inferior Demon would perfectly follow his orders, and with it there, nobody could approach.

Chen Feng's main goal today was to investigate the situation on the east side of the bridge, but the Inferior Demon's body was too strange, with the slightest slip up liable to expose them. Although he wasn't afraid, he chose to go out alone to avoid attracting too much attention.

Flora and the Undead Mage had been sent back to the Abyss; the former needed to take care of her kin while the latter engaged in battles within the Skeleton Sea every day, needing more Skeleton Warriors to gain status.

.........

Chen Feng walked down the street.

Even though it wasn't light yet, the street was already crowded with pedestrians. However, unlike before when people hurried to work or school, now most were rushing to construction sites. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

To better accommodate the surrounding survivors, housing was necessary, as were walls, watchtowers, and defensive equipment, requiring a considerable workforce.

And a day's labor might only be rewarded with two steamed buns.

Not everyone could fill their stomachs. With so many people, food consumption naturally increased, leaving the food situation in the New City east of the bridge not optimistic.

After all, supporting over 200,000 people in an apocalypse was no small feat.

In such circumstances, some already weak individuals might starve to death. As cruel as it might be, such things happened daily within the city.

Chen Feng walked and paused, observing everything around him.

A commotion suddenly erupted ahead.

A crowd gathered, including laborers from the construction site, grim-faced patrols, and some passing practitioners, discussing as they formed a circle.

Chen Feng took a couple of steps forward, his expression turning grim at the sight on the ground.

A corpse.

To be precise, it was a severely mutilated corpse.

The ears, eyes, nose, and limbs were all cut off, leaving just a bare torso.

The crowd chattered on. This wasn't a recent occurrence; victims like this had been appearing sporadically over the past half month.

Someone was deliberately creating these tragedies.

What was more terrifying was that no one in the city had caught the perpetrator.

Chen Feng frowned, gazing at the corpse, lost in thought. This wasn't merely a case of cruel murder; there were whip marks on the body, indicating that she had endured inhuman torture before dying.

Live sacrifice.

This seemed more like a sacrifice to please an Evil God.

To torture a person like this wasn't typical for a mere Evil God.

Even chaotic demons didn't like their offerings to be so dismembered; this style of sacrifice was more akin to Devil's methods.

Hell.

A cold, blood-soaked land where Devils resided.

Compared to the chaotic, frenzied demons, Devils were Lawful Evil, organized and disciplined, with superior execution.

They relished slaughter and bloodshed, with classic sacrifices where Devils would exchange souls, information, supernatural powers, or Devil services in return for mortal signatories' souls.

The situation was becoming severe.

Chen Feng's calm expression turned serious, and old memories resurfaced. If he remembered correctly, in his previous life, the Devil's Followers hiding in the shadows began to rise around this time.

.........

In front of the building entrance.

A vibrant figure approached from afar.

Luo Yao.

She wore a short pink and purple shawl jacket that accentuated her gorgeous figure, matched with a pale yellow velvet knee-length skirt, and black high boots. Her jet-black hair flowed naturally over her shoulders. Her clear and bright eyes, curved eyebrows, and long lashes fluttered faintly. Her fair and flawless skin had a hint of rosy glow, and her lips were as delicate and dewy as rose petals.

Hong Jiuling's kept woman.

A practitioner with the ability to change faces.

Being given away like goods might bother ordinary people, but Luo Yao appeared at ease, her exquisite appearance devoid of worry.

Living in the apocalypse, everything was for one purpose: survival.

Luo Yao was clear about her purpose today. She was a realist, skilled at leveraging her advantages for shelter; shame and disgrace weren't in her vocabulary.

In such a mindset, what she originally looked like no longer mattered. What mattered was what the powerful person she clung to liked, and she became that.

"Click, click..."

The heels of her shoes made a crisp sound on the stairs. Like a fox courting royalty, her every move attracted the eyes of all men around.

Step by step, Luo Yao approached Chen Feng's place, but when she arrived, the door was already shut tight. Sitting at the closed door was a little girl, head lowered, seemingly deep in thought.

Luo Yao stepped closer, puckered her lips, and spoke sweetly, "Little one, is Chen Feng, Lieutenant Chen, here?"