Saving the Earth Sword

As he stepped into the church, a thick stench of blood and scorched flesh hit him.

Gu Qingshan frowned and looked around.

Every wall was studded with devils, their bodies sunk into the stone as they struggled without end.

They could not die. They could only be steeped forever in the churning magma.

Their faces twisted with pain and despair. They opened their mouths, trying to howl.

But not a sound came out.

It seemed the church had stripped them of their voices, too.

The silent, horrifying sight covered every wall throughout the church.

Noticing Gu Qingshan's gaze, the middle-aged man smiled. "Those who enjoy playing little tricks never come to a good end. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Devils feel uncomfortable if they go even one day without playing tricks," Gu Qingshan said.

"Few guests are so self-aware, Lord."

As they spoke, a devil covered in scales stopped in his tracks.

He stared at the wall in astonishment and called out, "Old friend, what are you doing here?"

Across from him, a devil was buried in the wall, with only his head and limbs sticking out.

"Save me, old pal! Get me out of here!" the devil cried.

"This is the Magma Church. There's nothing I can do."

"Go plead with the Lord of Twisting All Things for me. If he'll help, I'll offer him everything I have!"

"Everything you have? Hmm, all that merchandise of yours... That's a good idea..."

Greed gleamed in the scaled devil's eyes as he hurried out of the church.

He seemed to know exactly where the other devil kept his merchandise.

There were so many devils coming and going through the church that it was a bustling throng, yet no one paid the scene any attention.

Without showing his thoughts, Gu Qingshan followed the middle-aged