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Chapter 1128 - Chapter 1128 Chapter 1127 Blessing

Chapter 1128: Chapter 1127 Blessing Chapter 1128: Chapter 1127 Blessing [Old King]

It was the highest order of existence in humanity’s cognition of demons,

a class of beings that had fully entered the Door of Truth and had their names ‘etched’ within the realm of truth.

Moreover,

the number of kings a world can accommodate is limited, with the capacity for kings increasing corresponding to the expansion of the world’s scale.

To obtain a kingship, unlike the development of an individual in the early stages–where progression is simply a matter of personal growth–

one must possess the [qualification] to rise to the level of an Old King.

The selection of monarchs in any world is extremely stringent, and only those who excel in certain aspects can be crowned.

In the Demon World, the control and distribution of [qualifications] also follow a set of even stricter rules.

Those who succeeded in being crowned as Old Kings were undoubtedly the pinnacles among the demons… They must also have once been outstanding among their peers, bearing the title of an Element Body for a time.

…

At present.

With the world invasion over, Father Lysos used the land deed to bring the Other World and the surface together, restoring the original appearance of London City.

Individuals who had participated in the London game also smoothly returned to reality.

When the [Mother of Night] arrived in the church… except for Green, who merely bowed slightly, the rest of the individuals knelt on the ground with genuine devoutness, which was just the bare minimum of courtesy.

Because of his bloodline issues, Green was unable to perform such a rite.

At that moment.

The ‘London Land Deed’ held in the priest’s hand also floated back to the hands of its original owner.

Han Dong had previously harbored some doubts about the identity of the hotel maid.

As he gradually understood the nature of the London game, Han Dong had suspected that his missing mother might have been using a disguise, lurking in the superficial layer of London, serving as a ‘conveyor’ and ‘supervisor’.

At that time,

the [Mother N.G.] who took the land deed, made a move.

The rope binding her neck turned into a dark tentacle and retracted into her body.

Descending slowly from above, a multitude of dark tentacles unfolded from behind the Mother, creating a large skirt that covered the entire church area.

The dark tentacles were flat and sticky,

exuding a musky scent mixed with that of rotten reptiles,

and any area touched by these tentacles were, without exception, coated with a layer of profound darkness… leaving one with the feeling that stepping into this dark area would cause them to fall into it.

As for the Mother herself,

her silky smooth black hair covered her face, leaving only her shiny black lips visible.

Her entrance was quite gentle, and largely maintained a ‘human-like’ form, not imposing too much pressure on those present… different from the Lower-class Old King that Han Dong had previously encountered at Stuart Manor, who revealed its full form, even seemingly inclined to attack the Holy City.

Green also showed a look of surprise; he could clearly feel that his Madness Domain was unable to extend into the darkness, and the Cave could not be built smoothly.

Due to his special identity,

Green had seen many Lower-class Old Kings on different occasions, but the intangible pressure given by the Mother of Night completely exceeded his expectations.

“Oh~ such intensity…”

Quickly,

the darkness released by the Mother completely covered the church area, and at the feet of Han Dong and Green, a black mire was formed.

Both swiftly sank into it.

The smell was somewhat unpleasant, and the sticky sensation was uncomfortable.

As they were immersed in such dark liquid, they immediately received a deep level of healing… a consciousness that had just been helped by Sally.

Now, with the help of the Mother, they fully recovered.

And as their injuries were healed, both emerged from the bottom of the mire, landing inside an extremely dark palace… Even with the support of Han Dong’s Little Demon Eye and his imitation of the Dark Denizens, the visible distance was a mere three meters.

Needless to say, this was the palace of his birth mother.

Located at the bottom of the Thames River.

The palace was on a scale equivalent to the size of London City and could be considered an underground world.

As previously gathered intelligence suggested, his birth mother spent the years beneath London City, engaging in a series of secret activities unknown to the public… The management of London City and the surface activities were left to Father Lysos.

Han Dong and Green were at the very center of the palace.

His birth mother was seated on her exclusive throne.

[The Throne–Black Abyss]

It resembled a stone well in appearance,

at the bottom of which witches with faces full of adoration were carved from stones, their bodies supporting the well structure, while the surface of the stonework was engraved with ancient dark inscriptions.

Such a throne could be used for sitting on the edge of the well, or for one to completely immerse themselves at the bottom of it.

At present.

The birth mother, bearing the appearance of a ‘hotel receptionist,’ was sitting on the edge of the well, her gaze fixed on the two young men who had made formidable contributions to the London incident.

“First Element–Mad Demon Christopher J. Green, and Valen Nicholas from the human city-state, I thank you for your efforts in the London game, as well as the immense contribution you’ve made for London City.

I hereby grant you the right to call me by my name.

My true name etched between truths is [Nyogtha]… as for [Mother], it is merely an honorific title from the progeny of London, which you may no longer use.”

“Okay.”

“Due to your outstanding performance in the London game, particularly in the slaying of the Golden Saint, the Upper Rank monarchs have increased the anticipated reward, even altering the nature of the reward.

Christopher J. Green, you will receive a special gift from the [Nameless Fog].”

“Oh? A blessing from Mr. Fog… Truly something to look forward to.”

Green rubbed his hands together, a look of excitement on his face.

Following that.

A turbid crystal bead slowly squeezed out from the palm of the birth mother.

As the bead materialized, the entire palatial area was shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

“A Chaos Bead imbued with ‘Eternal Fog’ should complement your Abyss traits, shaping a high-quality [External Body] with Mist Characteristic.”

“That’s wonderful…”

The very instant Green took the bead, he was immediately pulled by the darkness’s traction, returning to his original church district.

Green being hastily removed caught Han Dong by surprise… It was as if the birth mother had deliberately sent Green off early, desiring a private conversation solely with him.

Han Dong’s intuition was correct.

With only two remaining in the palace, the birth mother suddenly floated down from the surface of the throne, her black hair parting to reveal lips that formed a sinister smile.

As soon as the birth mother landed, her feet touching the ground.

The palace floor, akin to black crystal, unexpectedly transformed into a number of flat and sticky giant tentacles… The center of the palace morphed into a large, soft bed made of tentacles.

In the blink of an eye.

Han Dong’s posture shifted from ‘standing’ to ‘lying down’.

His head rested on the birth mother’s thigh, separated by a sheer skirt, he could smell a ‘motherly’ scent.

Viscous fluid stretched between his fingers like threads…

The birth mother gently caressed Han Dong’s head with her five fingers.

Such contact involuntarily made the birth mother stick out a flattened tongue, excitedly licking the corner of her mouth.

“Ah~ Such a perfect ‘head.’

Almost no different from the touch I imagined of Lord Voyager’s, yet even younger and more vibrant, and it also contains some novel things inside.”

“Uh…”

For a moment, Han Dong did not know how to react to the situation unfolding before him and could only lie still in silence.