The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 860 - 542: Pressure

In an unknown region of a continent, a follower of the Evil God stepped into this place.

Suddenly, his path was blocked. Several iron fences made of shadows stretched across his way, blocking his path.

"What’s this? Not welcoming me? We’re partners, and I’m the most suitable choice for you." The Evil God’s Apostle said.

However, there was no response from the shadows ahead.

Seeing this situation, the Evil God follower’s face turned extremely unpleasant.

"What? You want to betray the contract? Don’t forget, we offer the most generous terms. You won’t have this chance elsewhere.

If you betray us at this critical juncture, making such an unwise move, there will be no turning back in the future."

After his words fell, a voice finally came from the shadows ahead after a long pause.

"Shut your mouth, you have no right to say such things in front of me. Let your master come; that’s more like it."

A massive pressure rushed forward, instantly forcing the Evil God’s Apostle to kneel. The invisible pressure made his whole body tremble, struggling to get up but completely unable to.

The trembling Evil God’s Apostle gritted his teeth and asked, "You...you intend to betray me?"

"Betrayal? When were we on the same side? We haven’t made a pact, nor have I made a choice, except for kindly helping you once."

Hearing this, the Evil God’s Apostle’s face turned red with anger, almost laughing out of rage.

"Self-deception? Burying your head in shadow to fool others? You’re the only one in this world with shadow power, and you clearly stood on our side before, becoming one of us.

Do you still think you can turn back now? Do you think the Night Watcher will spare your life? Once tainted with the power of the Evil God, they absolutely will grind you to dust, without mercy, even if you’re the King."

This indeed is not a threat but an undisputed fact.

What the Night Watcher is most remembered for by the outside world is their merciless methods against all intruders. No matter how high the betrayer’s status in the world, they are all eliminated, and any obstacle will be removed.

"Do you think I’m as stupid as you?" The person in the shadow spoke, voice full of sarcasm, "Many legendary figures are similar to me, wavering, even slightly leaning toward you. Blame yourselves for being too incompetent, retreating step by step on the Lebia Continent, losing all power to counterattack."

This is an indisputable fact; the Evil God’s Apostle was speechless, only able to angrily leave a sentence: "Hope you won’t regret it."

As soon as the words were spoken, he was bound and thrown out by the shadow power.

The legendary figure in the shadow muttered to himself: "Regret? I now regret helping you originally. Hopefully, the Night Watcher’s attitude is as I wish, and there is room for redemption. Whom should I find to probe for information?"

...

On the Lebia Continent, there is a region shrouded in dark clouds.

This is the lair of the rats, with bizarre buildings haphazardly stacked in every corner of this area. These buildings randomly pile upwards, forming an extremely eerie tower.

This is the rats’ base camp.

Numerous rats shuttle back and forth among these buildings.

Looking towards the top of the tower, it is completely covered by dark clouds, with a faint glow emanating from the clouds. The light exudes evil and filth, occasionally dyeing the surrounding clouds a strange color.

Below the tower, leaders of the Chaos Forces gather here, representing the Evil Gods behind them to negotiate.

The gray-robed High Priest of the Evil Rat stands on the main seat, quietly presiding over the meeting.

This time, the meeting unusually falls into silence.

The usually shouting Blood God followers, and the often sarcastic, yin-yang Desire followers, all silently closed their mouths.

Only the presence hidden in the shadow, with eyes difficult to discern, sweeps over everyone present, capturing every expression.

In this silence, it spoke.

"Why is no one speaking? Seems like the pressure from the United Army recently left you all breathless?" The sarcasm in the words is unabashed.

"Don’t be sarcastic here; you too have suffered heavy losses, haven’t you? Probably not many trump cards left in your hand."

"So what? Blame those short-sighted guys behind you. My God warned you long ago, but your arrogance didn’t even last half a year." The Shadow Apostle responded unceremoniously.

"Coward, shut your mouth!" The Blood God’s Apostle without saying more, directly threw an axe, which was swatted away by a shadow extending a tentacle.

"Bang!"

The sudden power made the whole table jump.

A king from the Barbarian Race in savage attire stood up, shouted angrily: "Enough! I’m not here to listen to your nonsense! A group of failures, my tribesmen have paid a painful price because of your stupid actions!"

"The weak should..." Blood God’s Apostle’s words were cut off as a fist viciously hit him in the face.

The immense force directly sent him flying through several walls.

Soon, amidst the dust, the Blood God’s Apostle wielded an axe, charging straight towards the Barbarian Race king.

However, this battle did not truly ignite.

A strange energy like a rope tightly bound the two, keeping them immobile. This energy extended and connected to the Scepter of the Evil Rat High Priest.

Only hearing the Evil Rat High Priest calmly said: "Enough, everyone quiet down. No matter how much you curse or clamor, it’s all to no avail. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

If no countermeasure is proposed, whether it’s us or you, we’ll pay a heavy price. Since the appearance of that pitch-black Wall Tower, the Night Watcher’s power has made us feel tremendous pressure."

However, his words didn’t persuade everyone.

The Shadow Apostle patted his backside, stood up, and resolutely walked out the door.

"Your words are meaningless; our response is futile too. Such matters must wait for My God and your Gods to discuss a result. Only with the divine decision can we take action. Don’t waste effort now, first find a way to survive."

Saying this, he walked to the door, opened it, and walked out.

Finally, he poked his head out from the door gap, grinning as he looked at everyone: "Hope when the divine decision comes, I can still see all of you intact here, rather than being blown to smithereens by the Night Watcher’s beheading tactics. Then, everyone, goodbye."

With his departure, the Plague Apostle who had been silent at the meeting likewise followed him out.

Just as the Shadow Apostle said, their discussion at this moment is indeed meaningless.

...

At this moment.

Outside the world.

Four Evil Gods have gathered together. The immense pressure brought by the Night Watcher forces them to once again reunite, truly unite to cope with the crisis.

"So, are you finally willing to peacefully chat with me?" The Shadow Evil God asked.