The Furnace Legion Descends

The solemn and dignified Delaware City Hall—its gray-white granite, thousands of reliefs, and dark glass windows—had all become rotating blocks. This unusual battlefield had been shaped by a Curio protected by magical radiance high in the sky.

It was half a Rubik's Cube, revealing the space within as pale gears clicked and turned.

Tang Qi carried the young Furnace Witch named Vincent, leaping and dodging attacks from hundreds of figures.

Around the battlefield, "evil spirits" that each controlled a Furnace Witch, yet were in no hurry to torture and consume them, stared with eyes swirling with poisonous mist. They tried to assault Tang Qi's soul with mockery and shrieks, disrupting the battle.

Tang Qi had long seen through the origins of these dozens of evil spirits. They were a relatively filthy, insignificant portion of the Family of Myriad Spirits' Filth.

Under his gaze, he could see giant rats carrying plague and devouring chunks of flesh, enormous sticky maggots writhing about, blood eels as massive as mountains, mottled and rotting hyenas... These evil spirits painted the outline of a Garbage Universe.

Compared to these "evil spirits," The Collector was indeed not nearly as disgusting.

If this had been its true body, Tang Qi knew he would not have been its match.

"The Collector possesses divine status, the lowest kind of god. Its domain is probably something like 'collecting' and 'picking things up.' It descended by parasitizing witches with its will, and Origin Star has weakened it. The longer this goes on, the weaker it will become. It will soon fall below Demigod Level."

Bang!

As the thought crossed his mind, Tang Qi casually cast a Judgment, killing several figures closing in before him: filthy infants reeking of milk, blood-soaked women, seemingly holy young girls, and neatly dressed elders.

Yet soon, even