Martial Arts Worlds
Chapter 518: Progenitor of Evil

Chapter 518: Progenitor of Evil

Within the stone basement, the television showed the broadcast of the championship, happening not too far away from this location.

Since the stadium’s roaring crowd was so loud, they were able to hear it all the way here despite the thick stone walls surrounding them.

“…”

Sacrael looked at the gold-rimmed pocket watch in his hand, clicked it shut, and looked over to the sacrificial circle.

“We are ready to begin.”

With nods, Bulwarkians took knives, walked over to the unconscious bodies, and slit their wrists—their blood poured onto the stone ground like a river.

Their blood dripped into the sacrificial circle, in the gaps between the stones, and made a demonic star at the center.

With their wrists slit, the unconscious men and women frowned—they didn’t realize it, but they were dying—and soon they lost so much blood that their faces turned a ghostly shade of white.

“Stand back!”

Sacrael shouted, and Bulwarkians listened—they backed all the way over to the stairs and were ready to run out at a moment’s notice.

He opened the black book of death, turned pages until he found the summoning spell, and started reciting it.

“From darkness comes, from paleness arrives, from the depths of despair, I summon thee—the Death Merchant of the Hell, of the Purgatory, of the Kingdom of Death.

“We summon thee to answer the calling over to the mortal world—if you accept, recite these words—from darkness comes, from paleness arrives, from the depths of despair, I come to walk, I come to conquer, I come to chaos, I come to bring forth eternal night.”

As the final words left his lips, the candles flickered and went out, plunging the room into darkness.

Bang!

Sacrael slammed the book shut, ran over to the stairs, and shouted.

“Let’s leave! We do not want to be near when the Death Merchant arrives—he is the huntsman of death, and his sole job in Hell is to capture the souls trying to escape.

“If we’re here when he comes, he might make one of us his target, and he will stop at nothing before the target is destroyed!”

Sacrael shouted in a hurry.

With a hurried nod, Bulwarkians and Sacrael stormed out of the stone basement and disappeared into the streets.

Through the air, the vibrations of the ceremony pulsed in every direction, and those with sharper instincts noticed that.

…

“…Hmm?”

Sitting in the grand room of the stadium, Victor Daumont Le Juste frowned, jumped to his feet, and walked to the window.

He sensed something.

“Grand President, is everything alright?”

Gaspard, the General Manager of Royal Murder, asked.

The rest of the general managers and their fighters were also sitting inside the room, just watching the championship together.

Most of them weren’t really paying attention, as it was still the weakest of the representatives doing their Talent Road, and they were just waiting for those that came at last.

Talent Road was an excellent way to find out who they should try to recruit for their teams.

“A ceremony was held here… A dark ceremony…”

Victor said with a dark look, and then suddenly he started walking backwards and kept clapping his hands together.

“You’re leaving, sir?”

Maxx asked in shock.

“I do not want to stay behind to see what that ceremony unleashes. I’d suggest you all leave as well. You do not want to be here when it happens.”

Victor said, turned around, walked backwards, and clapped his hands together—he then closed his eyes, and a purple portal appeared behind him.

With pale hands, a beautiful maiden jumped out of the portal, wrapped her slender arms around Victor’s body, and pulled him into the portal.

He disappeared, and so did the portal.

With shocked looks, the General Mangers walked to the windows and looked in the direction where Victor also looked.

They couldn’t see anything special, but they listened to Victor’s advice and quickly packed their things before heading out.

…

“Transvectio Per Spatium!”

Imperius shouted, and the candlelight around the teleportation circle died off.

There was an ugly expression on his face as he felt the powerful vibrations of the ceremony going off a distance away.

‘The ceremony has been completed, and soon the dark creature will start walking the land, and when he does, the world will suffer.’

With a flick of the light switch, Imperius turned his gaze to the teleportation circle and saw a person standing on top of the table.

A gold-haired man with a long beard, and long nose bridge—he had gold eyes, framed with thick black lashes—he had a gold-rimmed monocle over his left eye, which was linked to a gold chain that disappeared into his pocket.

Three meters tall, easily, as his head was grazing the ceiling, and his long fingers resembled tall, twisted tree branches.

The overcoat he was wearing was a deep burgundy, with intricate gold embroidery—it looked expensive and tailored—but it didn’t really fit with his gray sweatpants and worn-out shoes.

“Old King…”

Imperius knelt on the ground in deep respect and engraved his face into his memory, as this was his first time seeing him.

While he already knew that Old King must be a powerhouse from ancient times, this proved it, as he couldn’t calculate the extent of his power.

“Imperio… Or should I call you Imperius Rex?”

Old King said with a wry smile.

“Whichever you prefer. The ceremony has just been done. I felt it.”

Imperius said.

“Okay. Hero Among Rulers is waiting for you to teleport him over here. Do it quickly, and then we’ll go find the ceremony location.”

Old King said, and stepped aside from the table.

With a nod, Imperius quickly communicated with Hero Among Rulers through the Martial Order app and did the ceremony.

“Transvectio Per Spatium!”

The candle died again, and through the darkness, another person appeared on the table, and Old King waved his hand, and light flooded the room.

At the top of the table, a curly-haired man appeared with a handsome, middle-aged face and full beard.

He looked like an aristocrat of sorts, but he wore a navy blue suit and had the white coat of the navy draped over his shoulders.

At the back of the white coat, words “Fleet Admiral of Navy” were embroidered in gold thread—it was a coat of ultimate status in the World Seas.

“You…”

Imperius’ eyes turned sharp.

“Xerxus Stroud, the Fleet Admiral of the Navy!”

“Hmm?”

Xerxus looked over to the white-haired man, and his eyes also turned sharp like daggers—he recognized him as the ultimate evil of the seas.

“Imperius Rex, the Pirate Immortal, or should I call you Imperio?”

Xerxus said coldly, stepped off the table, and with a wave of his hand, a gold-silver revolver with a long barrel appeared in his hand.

“Old King, I apologize, but I cannot work together with pirate scum like him—the Pirate Immortal is the start of all evil in the World Seas.

“He is the first-ever pirate of the seas, and he started the pirate movement that has spread into every corner of these seas.

“He is the progenitor of evil!”