The Demon General Is A Man
Ritual of Awakening 2
CHAPTER 25: THE RITUAL OF THE RESURRECTION 2
" I'm waiting for satisfactory results" said the elder.
The Demon Elder was standing near the giant hole, his hands clapping once. Eight servants appeared through teleportation, they lined up neatly carrying bowls filled with blood. The servants stood before the eight immortal torture statues without saying a word. The Demon Elder summoned Asmothia to stand by his side. After Asmothia stood beside the Elder, a servant appeared through teleportation. With both hands, the maid carried a tray lined with white cloth. On the tray was a black knife decorated with Azazel. The Demon Elder said to Asmothia,
" Take this knife, cut your fingertips. After slashing, drop your blood on the golden bowl containing the blood of the sea dragon elder as well as the ancestor "
Asmothia carried out her orders. He took the knife and scratched it on his finger. When the blade touched his skin, giant eyes appeared in the sky, and dark energy began to shine. One of the servants came with a golden bowl, and thick blood filled the bowl. When Asmothia dripped her blood, the atmosphere turned gripping. The originally bright sky turned dark, covered by black clouds that darkened the light in the sky. The wind blew fiercely, carrying the scent of blood that pierced the nose. Thunder rumbles resounded in the distance, accompanying the sound of shouts filled with pain and suffering. The originally fiery red flame turned into a burning purple, emitting heat at the highest level. The atmosphere became so hot that even iron lit up. The red light shining around turned dark red, creating an aura of darkness. Hail and fire descended with a rush, flushing all over the place. Each drop of hail creates an extreme cold temperature and freezes anything, while the fire drops scorch everything around them and melt the ice.
The hail and hail of flames falling with high intensity made the atmosphere in the eighth layer of hell become extremely unbalanced, causing a disaster throughout the region. A firestorm formed and engulfed the palace where the ritual took place, sending burning flames and splashing out in all directions. Fires spread along the halls of the palace, burning the walls and furniture. Meanwhile, a hail of heavy and sharp ice froze the interior of the palace. Large pieces of ice formed large needles, ripped through roofs, frozen statues, and everything around them. The bone-chilling cold permeated the air, freezing the remaining air and turning every drop of blood into a fragile crystal. Amidst the ferocity of this disaster, Frost and Hefei, two generals loyal to protecting Asmothia, stood in front of him. Frost, with its frozen strength solidifying around it, formed a sturdy ice shield around Asmothia. The shield reflected hail attacks and destroyed them before reaching Asmothia. Whereas Hefei, with the mastery of warfare strengthened the fortifications of Asmothia became stronger. All who were there tried to protect themselves from the great calamity, because the power of the disaster was equivalent to the power of a god.
Meanwhile, the maids, carrying bowls, were caught in an ice storm and burned by the blazing flames. They froze in place, their bodies encased by a layer of ice, while the high-temperature flames made them into crystal grains. The demon elder, looking at the destruction that was happening, cast a spell with a thunderous voice,
" Absolute command! World eater! "
As the spell was spoken, a black power rose up from within him. The once cloudy sky turned pitch-black, enveloping the entire world in the 8th layer of hell. Then, from the dark sky, appeared a giant black-colored head. The head opened its mouth wide, displaying sharp teeth. Then, start sucking and devouring all the disasters that occur. Like an absorbent machine, the giant mouth swallows with ravenous hail, blazes, and even clouds that roam the sky. All the disasters disappeared into the mouth of the giant's head, everything happened quickly. The sound of whistling and pounding from his absorption filled the air.
“ His Majesty's order is absolute “ Azazel's servant said.
He bit his lips so hard that blood flowed. After the blood flowed quite a lot, it spat out its blood towards the corpses of the dead servants. The blood that came out from the servant's mouth continued to grow, forming pools of blood that surrounded the shattered corpses. The blood expanded to form a puddle, devouring the crystals left behind from the shattered body and swallowing the still intact corpse. Suddenly, from the pool of blood. One by one they emerged from the puddle, their bodies clean without the slightest injury. Frost, who was standing beside Asmothia, understood how shocking the strength of Azazel's servant was. He tried to explain in a quiet voice and whispered to Asmothia, so as not to be heard by others who were around them.
" Daughter Thia " whispered Frost, "she is no ordinary servant. There's something different about him. Her disguise technique is so neat, even I can't see any further into her "
Asmothia frowned, trying to understand what Frost said. Even so, he tried to remain calm.
The first demon elder with a regretful heart approached Azazel. Stepping slowly and bowing his body as a sign of respect.
" For His Majesty's sake, I humbly apologize for this inappropriate incident" he said in a sincere voice. " However, this calamity we are experiencing is the result of an unexpected clash between the resurrection ritual and the blessings bestowed by Morgan's spirit. The blessing comes from the goddess of misfortune, Griva "
" Goddess of misfortune, Griva " muttered Azazel in a thoughtful voice.
The first demon elder looked at Azazel. " Yes, Your Majesty. Goddess of misfortune Griva. Most likely he already knew that Morgan would be resurrected, so deliberately sent a clash to mess up the ritual "
