With its planar-crossing appendages, it swept away the fanatics raising their weapons.
Whispers were everywhere, driving people mad, seemingly interspersed with curses.
Before the dungeon dwellers could react, the ubiquitous appendages coiled them up, dragging them into the fractured planes.
Next were the followers of the Father of War.
The tallest and loudest elder of the War Council was raising an axe at the altar, but before he could truly challenge the divine bird, a hammer swept through the air and landed on the back of his head, producing a painfully muffled sound.
Luckily, he was wearing a helmet—this thought crossed the minds of those who witnessed the scene.
Nevertheless, they felt the elder had been struck ten centimeters shorter, as if his neck had disappeared.
Compared to the omnipresent appendages, Kaisaros’s followers received a more straightforward order—to leap into the fractured planes alongside the appendages.
For the first time in decades, the Father of War responded to them.
It was a grand escape plan.
Soon, the dungeon dwellers understood the reason behind it.
Someone saw the crack in the clouds; initially, they thought it was an illusion until the crack became more apparent, spanning the sky and the earth, dividing the entire world in two.
More and more people joined the grand escape plan willingly, scrambling to leap into the voids left by the appendages, even if they didn’t know where those voids led.
Only Sincaro’s followers remained stunned in place.
They had received no instructions, their prayers unanswered, sharply contrasting with the people evacuating until Echo issued a retreat order to everyone.
—Get out first, talk later.
Of course, not everyone complied, especially the high-tier members of the consortium.
Echo was merely an assistant to the former chosen one, what authority did she have to issue orders? Now even Flor lacked the power to command them; they wished to stay and await their master’s response or the arrival of a new chosen one.
Remaining behind instead showcased their utmost loyal faith.
Echo ignored these people and ran to the balcony, frantically waving towards Miss Keroy above.
At the moment, she felt safest staying with Miss Keroy.
"Why don’t you care about me!"
Behind her came Lilith’s wail; as a high-ranking demon, her instincts were much sharper than a human’s.
Something was strange about the master’s presence.
He hadn’t disappeared but was getting further away from them.
Had the master’s plan failed?
Lilith couldn’t judge; she only knew this world was collapsing, beyond saving.
Something had certainly gone wrong.
And now, she had to consider her own situation, as this destruction was impartial to high-ranking demons; if confined here, she would be crushed in the collapse, so she had to seek Echo’s help.
Echo was a fool, but somewhat restrained her.
Every encounter had her suppressed by Echo, even with Ethan absent.
In the array, Lilith raised her hands and cried, "I’ve always supported your evacuation plan, take me along! Save me, save the demon!"
Even the life of a high-ranking demon counts!
Lilith watched Miss Keroy circle in the air before steadily landing on Echo’s balcony, carrying several more people on her back.
Naming them, the Nightmare Witch, and...
Seemingly a chef she’d met briefly during a previous gathering.
"Harlan, I am Colonel Harlan."
The chef introduced himself to Echo, offering her a packet of fries as a gesture of friendship, having explored the menu with the kitchen staff and employees during the solar eclipse.
Now the staff were all assaulted by the tentacles, leaving him alone.
These fries were salvaged from the kitchen.
Could it be... his dream of a global chain would end here?
"Don’t mind her, Miss Keroy, who knows if she’ll attack us later?"
"I won’t, absolutely not, am I that kind of demon?"
Lilith exhibited an unrivaled will to survive, "Just open a gap in the array, and I’ll run by myself."
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"Unless you sign a contract with me, become my Servant Demon, then I’ll trust you."
Forcing a high-ranking demon to stoop to be a human’s Servant Demon? This was blatant exploitation, coercion!
She, a dignified high-ranking demon, could she endure such humiliation?
Lilith’s face turned red with anger, but the answer was obvious.
"Come here quickly and sign, this plane is about to give in!"
For many living in the dungeon, they couldn’t remember how long it had been since they breathed the outside air.
They thought Father would lead them to the Bazatous-style flesh world, yet on the other side of those voids were the scent of earth and the sun hanging overhead.
They gathered on a clearing, silent, relishing the joy of survival after a disaster.
Of course, the Father of War’s evacuation plan played a crucial role.
Gentle Father, righteous Father of War!
This time, it was no longer a record in the doctrine, the grace of the Divine Spirit truly descended upon them!