The Wizards have returned! The Final War begins again!
For the gods of the world and those supreme beings, there was nothing more terrifying or shocking than this!
Terrifying chaos, centered on the Nine Hells, began to ripple outward ceaselessly.
Setting aside the chaotic Primary Material World for the moment, even the demons' own lair — the chaotic, evil Bottomless Abyss — was shaken.
The 45th, 46th, and 47th layers of the Bottomless Abyss, collectively known as Azgrat — at the heart of these three layers stood a silver castle spanning all three planes, a symbol of power and dominion.
Countless vrocks patrolled the skies while innumerable grotesques guarded the depths below. The palace itself was forged from white stone quarried from Mount Celestia. It was said that to obtain these stones, the castle's master had deceived an entire city of astral servants into mining for him, unknowingly transporting the white stone down into the Bottomless Abyss.
The demon lord who ruled these three planes was known as "the demon most like a devil" — Graz'zt, who possessed the most far-sighted mind among all demons.
As one of the Three Demon Princes, whether it was his chaotic evil power, his vast territories, or his numerous elite followers, he was a being formidable enough to strike fear across the entire multiverse.
His renown had even spread throughout the Primary Material World, commanding a vast following of demon worshippers.
The Silver Castle, as the emblem of his dominion, stood proudly within the endless layers of the Abyss.
Only after the appearance of Kukulcan, the God of Slaughter, who had previously seized three layers of Hell as his divine domain, had Graz'zt's record of dominion truly been challenged.
Yet today, flames had begun to encircle the supposedly impregnable demon fortress.
Amidst the chaos, cyan waves of chaotic energy spread outward from the Silver Castle. The vrocks patrolling the sky plummeted from the heights like crashing aircraft, splattering massive amounts of blood across the hard ground.
Countless grotesques wailed as they rotted, melting into disgusting pus that formed surging streams...
The sixty-six ivory towers within the Silver Palace collapsed one after another. The attacker apparently possessed power so terrifying it was骇人 that a single strike had already plunged the great demon lord into crisis.
BOOM!
After the Blood Sacrifice Tower also crumbled, wreathed in surging demonic power, a demon lord finally emerged from the heart of the Silver Castle.
He possessed an appearance so beautiful it was sinister — a form strikingly similar to a human's, with an aesthetic most appealing to the inhabitants of the Primary Material World. Only the small horns on his head, his six-fingered hands, and the demonic energy swirling around him betrayed his true identity.
This was Graz'zt, the Dark Prince of the Bottomless Abyss! One of the Three Demon Princes!
"Wizards! I smell the scent of wizards..."
The demon lord furrowed his brow. Even the Bottomless Abyss had heard terrifying rumors about the Twilight of the Gods.
No matter how powerful one might be, facing the wizards who had slaughtered countless gods in ages past was enough to give even him pause.
"Damn it... Why don't these otherworldly powerhouses go to the Upper Planes? Things are far easier there than in the Abyss..."
No matter how much Graz'zt complained, it could not change the reality before him.
And so he drew his curved and wicked Demon Lord's blade and slashed at the sky!
A torrent of dark power swept outward, dispelling the chaotic energy and lending the sky a measure of clarity.
The cyan clouds parted, revealing a single cyan eye — its pupil filled with wisdom and greed.
"I am the Lord of Planar Chaos! Great Lord of the Abyss, Graz'zt — your power and authority belong to me..."
The Lord of Chaos projected a terrifying divine consciousness that instantly swept across all three layers of the Abyss, turning Graz'zt's expression grim.
From this self-proclaimed Lord of Chaos — this wizard — he felt a pressure no less formidable than that of a Greater Deity.
"The wizard who caused the gods to fall... truly formidable indeed..."
Graz'zt involuntarily tightened his grip on his sword hilt.
"Ah... this aura of chaos... I like it..."
The reason the Lord of Chaos had chosen to venture into the Abyss — aside from the original Wizards' Accord — was that the rules and power of the Bottomless Abyss were the most compatible with his own.
Having already reached the limits of the eighth tier, he would attempt here to fuse with the power of the Abyss, channel the forces of space-time, and walk the path of the ninth-tier Archwizard!
For those limit-breaking wizards, initiating the Final War was their sole purpose!
Chaotic energy and dark power intertwined, gradually enveloping all three layers.
Demons from other layers of the Abyss roared, watching the Silver Castle in terror as they beheld a force they had never witnessed before slowly descend — one that even suppressed the Dark Prince's own power.
"Don't bother thinking about reinforcements... Demons like you are rare in the Abyss... Most are chaotic, selfish wretches..."
At last, the cyan energy coalesced, forming the shape of a colossal giant that blotted out the sky.
The giant wore a flowing cyan robe, and its massive, rugged face was covered with countless eyes, forming a swirling vortex of chaotic and eerie pupils.
In the wizard's palm, one could faintly discern the silhouette of the Dark Prince, struggling desperately.
"What's wrong? Are you looking for your mother to come save you?"
Seeing the already-bound Dark Prince, the wizard's face took on a mocking expression, and their voice suddenly shifted to that of a woman. "Pity... the one who aspired to become the Mother of Demons already has another wizard sent to deal with her... Though I suspect that even if Cangye weren't under attack, she wouldn't come to save you..."
...
The instant the Lord of Chaos's voice fell.
BOOM!
A terrifying shockwave, carrying the tremors of primordial energy, rippled throughout the entire Bottomless Abyss.
"That's the 600th layer — the Labyrinth Domain... where Cangye's Bone Fortress is located..."
Numerous demon lords shifted their attention there once more, and then they witnessed a truly horrifying sight — a wave of revolting filth, carrying all the world's miasma and stench, surging like a vast ocean that instantly engulfed the endless labyrinth.
At the core of the 600th layer, the Bone Fortress held on for a brief moment through its dense arrays of magical formations and incantations. A female demon's silhouette seemed to flicker above it, but like a tiny ripple in a raging sea, it was instantly swept away.
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The Lord of Chaos gazed upon the 600th layer, now thoroughly contaminated by the filth, with undisguised disgust on his face.
"Gugu... jiji..."
In stark contrast, the ocean of filth, having flooded the entire 600th layer, let out meaningless cries brimming with jubilation.
"I knew it... the chaotic Abyss would definitely attract something like the Beholder of Filth... Bad luck for me..."
The Lord of Chaos's expression soured, and his grip tightened ever so slightly.
BOOM!
A burst of chaotic force erupted, and the great demon lord who had ruled three layers of the Abyss — the Dark Prince, Graz'zt — was obliterated into nothingness...
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"My Lord... please, return to lucidity! Your lost faithful are like lambs without a shepherd, yearning for your guidance..."
Within an enormous shadow temple, the High Priest of the God of Murder knelt before the divine statue in fervent prayer.
Alas,
A layer of dark crimson power had thoroughly enveloped the entire statue, making it appear even more grotesque — though Cyric had never possessed a favorable image to begin with.
Seeing this, the High Priest's anxiety only deepened.
As a Legendary-class priest, he had a vague understanding of the changes befalling the world — particularly the actions of the other temples. Whether good or evil, every faction was mobilizing as though facing a mortal enemy, plunging him into complete panic.
"Malik... I hope you won't disappoint my expectations..."
The High Priest's hands clenched his robes as he began his most devout prayer.
At that moment, in the Shadow Plane.
After navigating a series of harrowing ordeals that were nearly fatal, Malik had finally located Cyric's true body and successfully delivered the Book of Truth.
"I wonder why my Lord abandoned his divine realm to come here alone..."
Malik — former merchant, now shadow assassin — tended to his grievous wounds while quietly scheming.
Based on his intelligence and information leaked from the High Priest, Malik had become certain that the mastermind behind his god's — Cyric, the God of Murder — recent series of erratic behaviors was none other than the Book of Cyric!
And now, once the true god had read the Book of Truth, he would surely recognize his past errors and rally himself!
The glory of saving a true god, along with the divine grace bestowed upon him, would be enough to elevate him to sainthood!
Malik couldn't help but feel a genuine longing for the wonderful days to come.
He then turned his gaze to the dark figure at the center, engrossed in reading the Book of Truth.
"My Lord... come to your senses, and grant me supreme glory..."
Malik prayed silently.
"This is... this is... ah..."
But the situation clearly deviated from Malik's expectations. After reading the Book of Truth, Cyric's expression grew even more deranged, and the divine radiance around his body began to flicker erratically.
"How... how can this be?!"
Malik nearly broke down, his eyes bulging in utter disbelief.