I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World

Chapter 110

“I am the ruler of the Elven Court, the leader of the world-falling ritual, the betrayer of the Elven Mother Tree. Darkness shall soon enshroud the world, and I shall be its sole master!”

Amidst the grandiose proclamation, a figure within the black pillar of light continued to exude a growing aura. Though obscured by the distance within the central column of darkness, its booming voice resonated throughout the entire world.

Visible to the naked eye, numerous plants began to wither. Alongside the rolling Abyss aura, many plants underwent mutations. While most couldn’t withstand the corruption and wilted away, a few exhibited a stubborn resilience.

Not only plants but some animals also succumbed to this phenomenon, writhing on the ground under the assault of the Abyss aura.

“The Abyss is beginning to encroach,” exclaimed the fly demon fervently.

“Leaders of sacrificial rituals like this, orchestrating the world’s descent into the Abyss, can gain power bestowed by the Abyss itself. There’s even a significant chance they could become Abyss Lords,” the fly demon’s antennae quivered with excitement, betraying its current restless state of mind.

Lynn, too, gazed into the distance, feeling far from calm.

Abyss Lords were formidable entities within the Abyss, comparable in stature to demigods. Some exceedingly ancient and powerful Abyss Lords, while still bearing the title, had accumulated power over countless eons, transcending the conventional boundaries of their kind. In terms of sheer power accumulation, they had even reached the realm of the gods, earning them the title of Abyss Great Lords.

Although Abyss Lords were merely demigods, attaining such a position often meant they possessed a unique status.

This unique status allowed them to hold sway within their domains to such an extent that even gods might find themselves powerless against them if they held the upper hand. This was the terrifying aspect of Abyss Lords and why they could repeatedly invade other planes without being thwarted by powerful entities from those planes.

Demons were expendable; they could be replenished even if wiped out. The Abyss had plenty of those. The Abyss Lords were scarce in number, but demons were plentiful.

As long as there was an Abyss Lord present, there would be an endless stream of demons pouring forth.

According to some wizard research, it was proven that Abyss Lords were a special status exclusive to the Abyss.

Entities with the status of Abyss Lords, once they managed to grow successfully, could become influential figures among demons.

However, if demons sought to claim the status of Abyss Lords, they needed to undergo countless battles and conflicts, ultimately challenging and defeating an Abyss Lord in an open confrontation as non-Lords to claim the position.

So, with each change in Abyss leadership, it meant that the newly ascended Abyss Lord would be a more terrifying entity than the previous one.

However, such bestowed Abyss statuses were not without their drawbacks. While gaining the status of an Abyss Lord through Abyss bestowment granted them immense power, it also made further breakthroughs exceedingly difficult.

In contrast, obtaining the status by defeating an Abyss Lord through challenge did not carry such drawbacks.

“This world is about to merge with the Abyss, isn’t it?” Lynn remarked to the fly demon.

“Soon, we won’t have time to continue searching,” sighed the fly demon.

Once merged with the Abyss, they would find a way to return and then process the raw ore, keeping a portion for further experiments and selling the rest for funds.

Upon their return later, Lynn planned to seclude himself for a while. He had already gathered the main source materials for constructing the wizard tower, so there was no need to fret over collecting more source materials. He had plenty of time to proceed at his own pace.

Lynn never forgot that the pursuit of truth was his ultimate goal. The wizard tower was merely a bridge to make exploring the truth easier.

As for the fly demon, Lynn considered keeping this connection. From their interactions, this particular fly demon seemed to have invaded other planes more than once, indicating a wealth of experience.

Perhaps they could collaborate in the future.

Just when Lynn and the fly demon thought everything was coming to an end…

Suddenly, a drastic change occurred.

A blood-red pillar of light rose abruptly from the southwest.

Staining the sky crimson, a massive battle axe, wreathed in boundless bloodlust, burst forth from the sky, radiating an unprecedented brilliance. In an instant, the axe cleaved fiercely into the sky.

The dark clouds shattered, and the world seemed to wail. In that moment, endless death and killing intent split from the central black pillar of light.

The shattered black clouds turned into a downpour of blood rain.

Plants washed by the blood rain withered at a visible rate, leaving the earth tinged with a faint red hue.

Lynn seemed to understand how the red soil he had seen upon his arrival in the Abyss had come to be.

“Hmm? That direction… it’s her,” the fly demon’s eyes revealed a hint of horror.

“It seems like that woman has prematurely disrupted the will of the world, hastening this process! How is it possible that the final blow of the world sacrificial ritual can be seized by an external force, and yet the leader of the ritual hasn’t died?” the fly demon exclaimed in astonishment.

Dyo!!!

That angry roar traversed the distance through space, echoing from the distant central region to every corner of the plane, as if traversing the depths of time and space itself.

“Hahahahaha~”

Another booming, domineering laughter reverberated incessantly.

Lynn recognized the voice’s owner.

The entire world trembled as infinite black light split the plane from beyond, one half flying towards the central region, while the other half plunged into Dyo’s location.

When the black light subsided, two illusory yet massive figures appeared, glaring defiantly at each other.

In the central region stood an elven woman with blue-green hair, but her skin darkened visibly from fair to ebony. Red magical runes appeared on her exposed arms, her once holy countenance transforming into something seductive and sinister. Her long hair automatically coiled into a bun, and a staff wreathed in black magic floated around her.

“I am the Abyss Lord, the Fallen Queen of the Elves, Lan’er!” she proclaimed. “Dyo, I’ll remember this grudge.”

On the other side stood Dyo, familiar to Lynn. With a long roar, black and red halos formed around her. Her shoulders stretching, arms outstretched to embrace the heavens. Her green hair turned blood-red from tip to root, a flaming crimson armor materialized, and a chain coiled around her right arm, ending in a grim battle axe.

“I am the Abyss Lord, the Blood Queen of the Elves, Dyo!” Dyo retorted fiercely, unwilling to be outdone. “Hatred never ends, Lan’er. Your head will be my trophy sooner or later.”

The two apparitions lasted only a moment before dissipating.

The outer membrane protecting the plane shattered like fireworks, the sky inverted, stars shifting, and the Abyss sky gradually occupied the entire overhead.

The Abyss aura, unique to the Abyss, began to radiate across the land.

“That woman actually seized half of the status,” the fly demon’s shock lingered in its eyes.

Its eyes darted around. After all, it had at least had a brief encounter with the Blood Queen of the Elves. Perhaps it could even seek refuge under her command.

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