ATPnovel Chapter 135 135 Let the flames of jealousy consume the mermaid!
Chapter 135 135 Let the flames of jealousy consume the mermaid!
Chapter 135 135. Let the Flames of Jealousy Devour the Merfolk!
The Domain of Jealousy.
This place is completely different from the Domain of Pride. There are no dense demonized beasts or mind flayers.
There aren't even towering mountains of bones.
This is a boundless black ocean.
The seawater is viscous, turbid, and pitch black, probably ten thousand times worse than the Ganges River.
The only thing it has in common with the Domain of Pride is the blood moon hanging high in the sky, seemingly unchanging since ancient times.
Beneath the blood moon is a towering black palace that reaches the heavens.
Below that is a bizarre and hideous statue, with the palace sitting on top of the statue's head like a crown.
The statue's arms hang down naturally, coiling around its body like venomous snakes, all the way to its feet.
This makes the statue look as if it is binding itself here.
The statue holds an object in each hand. The left hand holds an eyeball, wide open and filled with unwillingness.
The right hand holds a coiled and twisted long tongue.
In the sea below the statue, three enormous black shadows loom.
These are the three Vice Servants under the Jealousy King.
The Eye of Scrutiny, the Tongue of Distortion, and the Shadow of Devouring.
Their massive bodies move slowly, and the viscous black sea churns with countless waves.
The waves are filled with countless massive Leviathans.
The former Pride King looked down on these three big guys.
What's the use of being so big?
It's not convenient to move!
If a real fight broke out, his Four Horsemen of Calamity could play them to death.
But now…
As soon as the Pride King saw the three Vice Servants, he thought of his Four Horsemen of Calamity. And as soon as he thought of the Four Horsemen of Calamity, his right arm, which hadn't grown back yet, throbbed faintly.
At this moment, the Pride King's hatred for the Church of the Dawn and Ian grew endlessly.
Scarlet demonic energy surrounded him, causing the space to tremble, and spatial cracks tore and spread.
The Vice Servants in the sea hurriedly scurried deeper, and the entire Domain of Jealousy shook at this moment.
Just then, an old and peaceful voice came from the palace.
"Oureganos, did you come all the way here just to vent your anger?!"
As the voice fell, the churning black sea suddenly calmed down.
It was as if someone had forcibly pressed the pause button, terrifyingly quiet and eerie.
The Pride King's face darkened, and the anger in his heart piled up on Ian again.
Before he was injured, as the strongest individual among the Seven Demon Kings, except for Sloth, who was the only one who could contact the master, which other Demon King would dare not give him face?
Now it's good, Greed mocks him, and Jealousy scolds him.
It's all the fault of the damned Church of the Dawn!
The hatred in the Pride King's heart almost materialized, but after all, he had something to ask for this time.
In the end, he still shrunk his body in front of the palace gate, took a deep breath, calmed his anger, and walked in.
The Jealousy King, sitting in the empty palace, saw the Pride King honestly entering through the main entrance.
A fleeting moment of sarcasm flashed across his old face.
Once upon a time, the Pride King never bothered to go to other Sin Domains. Even if he did, he would break in rudely.
Where would there be such an operation of honestly shrinking his size and entering the door?
To be honest, the Jealousy King was quite happy that the Church of the Dawn had taught the Pride King a lesson.
But he wouldn't say such a thing.
Even if the Pride King lost the Four Horsemen of Calamity and one right hand, his strength was still stronger than him.
Although he didn't dare to really kill him under the master's gaze, he could still beat him up to make him lose face if he was pushed too far.
"In the words of other worlds…"
The Jealousy King stood up and looked at the Pride King, his old face full of amiability.
"What a rare guest, Oureganos… Is there anything I can do for you?"
The Pride King walked towards the Jealousy King expressionlessly. When he reached the opposite side of his throne, a brand-new throne appeared beneath him.
The Pride King sat down on his own.
"When are you going to attack the Crescent Moon Holy Ring?"
The Jealousy King sat back down, and a black shadow wriggled under his feet, and an ornate long table appeared between them.
The Jealousy King didn't rush to answer, like a kind old grandfather, pouring tea and pushing it to the Pride King.
Finally, he took a sip on his own before saying:
"What do you mean? Did you replace Lei Linas and come to urge me on behalf of the master?"
After saying that, without waiting for the Pride King to answer, the Jealousy King said with a face full of emotion:
"I have said long ago that Lei Linas's lazy nature is really not suitable as the master's mouthpiece, but you…"
A black light flashed silently in the Jealousy King's eyes.
"Dear Oureganos, the most powerful you is the Demon King most qualified to bear this responsibility."
As these words fell, an unnamed fire suddenly rose in the Pride King's heart.
Just as the Jealousy King said…
He who has lived the longest, joined the demon clan the earliest, and is the most powerful!
Why can't he directly contact the master?
That Sloth King is just a lazy brat!
What qualifications does he have…
Suddenly, the Pride King, thinking of this, was furious and slammed his palm down, turning the table into powder.
The entire palace was also crumbling.
"Bastard! Put away your tricks!"
The Pride King's scarlet demon eyes shot out a fine light.
"I only lost one hand! I haven't had my divinity abolished! Stop using your despicable authority to test me!"
But the Jealousy King smiled kindly.
This time, it was a heartfelt smile.
Just like he thought, the Pride King's divine authority is indeed unstable now.
In the past, such methods would not have been able to provoke the Pride King to produce jealous emotions at all.
The destruction of the Four Horsemen of Calamity has indeed had a great impact on him!
The knights who housed the Pride King's four great calamity authorities are gone, which directly affected the stability of his divinity.
But…
That's all there is to it.
The Pride King is still the Pride King after all. Even if his divinity is unstable now, he cannot be manipulated, and besides…
The blood moon in the sky is still there, and he can't do anything.
On the other hand, the Pride King, seeing the Jealousy King's smile, became even more angry.
Just as the King of Pride was about to fly into a rage, unsightly gills appeared on the King of Envy's neck, spraying out bursts of black mist.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the black mist dispersed with the wind.
Having done all this, the King of Envy returned to his former dignified gentlemanly demeanor.
"My dear Auriga, I didn't do anything."
The King of Envy smiled.
"All living beings harbor envy, for desire is like a shadow, while satisfaction is as fleeting as morning dew."
"Enough!"
The King of Pride slammed the table, and a shrill wail echoed around him.
"I'm not here to listen to your useless nonsense!"
"I understand."
The King of Envy gladly stood up and walked behind the King of Pride.
"Having lost the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, you desperately need to re-collect the corpses of Saint-level powerhouses to house your authority."
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"You need to show your worth to the master again."
The King of Envy walked back around to the other side of the King of Pride, his head now transformed into a hideous snake-like eel.
He licked the corner of his mouth with a slender tongue, hunching over.
"After losing four Saint-level powerhouses in one go last time, the Behemoth and Titan races have learned their lesson. They won't be so reckless again."
"Furthermore, it's hard to say whether they have a few more Saint-levels."
"So, you came to me..."
The King of Pride's expression was uncertain, and his fists clenched tightly.
"You want me to help you bring back the corpses of Saint-levels while setting up the Gleaming Moon Holy Ring..."
The King of Envy let out a harsh, hoarse laugh.
"But my dear Auriga, you don't have the attitude of someone asking for a favor..."
"You shouldn't be so arrogant right now."
The King of Pride closed his eyes, forcefully suppressing the urge to smash the old eel in front of him to death with a hammer.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he said in a deep voice:
"After the fall of the Roderick Continent, I'll give you one of my World Crystals."
"My dear Auriga..."
The King of Envy smiled sinisterly.
"You've forgotten the first virtue of us demons..."
Raising his index finger, the King of Envy said hoarsely:
"Never keep a promise..."
The King of Envy returned to his seat, transforming back into a kind old gentleman.
"I need to see tangible benefits."
The King of Pride understood that he was going to be fleeced this time.
Closing his eyes, he said somewhat powerlessly:
"What do you want?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the King of Envy's eyes lit up, and his tone became a bit impatient.
"A shard of godhood..."
Leaning forward slightly, the King of Envy smiled strangely.
"A shard of the Godhood of the Son of Pride!"
Seeing that the King of Pride was about to say something, the King of Envy said lightly:
"Don't try to fool me by saying that the Son of Pride has already vanished into thin air. I don't believe you would trust him so much that you wouldn't leave any backup plans..."
"A shard of a Fallen Authority's godhood, in exchange for the corpses of two Saint-level merfolk, is a very good deal."
The King of Pride's expression was uncertain, as if he had eaten Leviathan's feces.
After a long while, he said in a cold voice:
"After the World Barrier of the Roderick Continent is reinforced, even Pseudo-Gods will not be able to go to the Roderick Continent."
"The Primordial Abyss is currently hungry. The cost of casting into the Abyss is even higher than the cost of having a God-level being descend."
"You and the Sin of Envy Servant cannot personally go to the Roderick Continent. What assurance do you have that you can kill the Saint-levels in the depths of the sea and bring them to me!"
Success!
The benevolent smile on the King of Envy's old face became even brighter and more radiant.
"My dear Auriga, that's what I need to consider. What you need to do is hand over the Fallen Godhood shard to me, and then..."
"...go back to the Domain of Pride and wait for my good news obediently."
The King of Pride smiled contemptuously.
"The first virtue of demons: never keep a promise..."
"My dear Envy, we need a deal where money and goods are exchanged simultaneously."
"As your employer, I have the right to know and judge the means and success rate of you completing the transaction."
The King of Envy quietly looked at the King of Pride, and after a long while, smiled kindly.
"My dear Auriga, you really are a difficult employer to deal with..."
After speaking, he poured the black tea in his cup into the air.
The tea transformed into a dark and glossy mirror in the air.
Gradually, a handsome golden-haired youth appeared in the mirror, wielding a spear and fighting various powerful magical beasts in the depths of the trench.
"Look at him, what a hardworking child."
The King of Envy praised with a face full of appreciation, but then said with extreme regret:
"Ambitious, brave, persevering... just like I was back then."
"Such a child is every parent's favorite good boy, right?"
The King of Envy shook his head and lamented:
"Unfortunately, he has a more outstanding brother who overshadows all the brilliance of him and the other younger generation..."
"In front of his powerful brother, all his efforts can only be exchanged for a sentence... You should learn more from your brother."
"As parents, they can't help but show favoritism and make comparisons, right?"
The King of Pride narrowed his eyes slightly.
"The second son of the Merfolk Clan Chief, Ohm..."
"What do you want to do?"
The King of Envy froze the image on the face of the stubborn youth after he pierced the body of a giant magical beast with his spear.
He indulged in it as if examining a work of art.
After a long while, the King of Envy said softly:
"The weak covet the glory of the strong, and the strong fear the rise of the weak. The killing of life originates from the nature of envy."
"Envy is the rust of the soul, which not only corrodes others, but also devours oneself."
"And what we have to do..."
The King of Envy paused, and suddenly revealed a benevolent smile.
He reached out and tapped Ohm's heart in the picture from afar.
"Give him a fulcrum, so that the lever in his heart can pry up the jealousy buried deep in his soul..."