Within Solomon City, the gray-robed old man stood in the temple, watching the Abyssal Gate about to take shape and listening to the whispers by his ear. Between conscience and faith, he ultimately chose faith.
As he walked down the street, raindrops fell upon him.
This time, he did not keep the rain out.
"Alas..."
After that sigh, the gray-robed old man's body began to collapse, and the escaping Mana Energy formed a blue bead.
Several thousand meters away, Budley appeared atop the city wall. Watching the scene in the city center, the corners of his mouth curled upward slightly.
He had not expected the gods of this world to be so insidious, to actually strike a deal with a demon like him.
Originally, he had merely wanted to open a miniature Abyssal Gate, summon several tens of thousands of demons, and then sneak back himself.
He had not expected events to outpace his plans. Under the Church of the Beast God's instigation, this Demonic Calamity spiraled out of control.
Looking up, he saw that the Abyssal Gate was showing signs of transitioning into a medium-sized Abyssal Gate.
Once a medium-sized Abyssal Gate formed, what came through would not be merely tens or hundreds of thousands of demons, but millions of Abyss Demons.
However, none of that had anything to do with him. He had only one goal: return to the Abyss, develop in secret, and wait for an opportunity to take revenge.
If this had been several thousand years ago, he might still have had the ambition to gamble on it. But ever since his soul fragment had been sealed away, he had come to appreciate the value of caution.
If he had thought things through a few more times back then, he would not have ended up imprisoned