Just call me Thor

Chapter 422: Cargo



Tasked with ensuring the safety of the summer camp students... how exactly was the Guardian Shadow supposed to pull that off? They were severely understaffed.

If it were just a simple training exercise in the Ninth Abyss, it wouldn't be a problem. But with the passage to the Fifth Abyss opening and a horde of Supreme Abyssal demon creatures on their way, things were bound to get messy. The Guardian Shadow wouldn't have the resources to handle everything.

On top of that, Mike still needed to find an opportunity to eliminate the Progenitor of Ghosts.

"Fourth Bro, there's no point getting worked up," Shadow Five said, trying to ease the tension. "That's just how the Arbiters operate. Reasoning with them is futile."

This first encounter with the Arbiter had given Mike a taste of their decisive, no-nonsense approach.

The decision was made, and complaining wouldn't change anything.

According to what Mike knew, Ares had two sets of attire: white robes and black robes.

Sword Servants donned white, while Arbiters wore black.

Interesting.

Pushing aside his frustration, Mike shifted his focus to the Arbiter. "By the way, why are they also called Executioners?"

"Aside from mediating disputes on the battlefield," Shadow Five explained, "the Arbiters are also responsible for hunting down traitors of the Demon Cult."

Over the past three centuries, the Demon Cult had been like pesky hairs in the corner of a room -no matter how many times you cleaned them up, they always seemed to reappear.

There were always those who chose to side with the Demon Cult. And when their identities were exposed, they would flee to the Abyssal Plane. With their strength, gaining a foothold in the Abyss wasn't difficult.

The Arbiters were tasked with eliminating these traitors.

"Alright, I understand." Mike gestured for Shadow Five to handle the defensive arrangements. He had other matters to attend to.

As long as Mike was safe, everyone else would be fine.

James was the one to watch.

The Blood Sea Corps' plan hinged entirely on him. If James truly betrayed them, not only would their efforts be in vain, but humanity would suffer a devastating blow.

That's why Mike had dispatched Shadow Ten to keep a close eye on James and report back any developments.

"Let's take it one step at a time."

Now that they were in the Ninth Abyss, Mike felt like a cog in a massive machine, set in motion.

The stakes were higher than ever.

Let's just hope they didn't screw it all up...

...

In the Fifth Abyss, a grand feast was underway in the Emperor's Hall.

This banquet was in honor of some special guests.

"This toast," the Fifth Demon God declared, raising his goblet filled with a crimson liquid, "is to celebrate the imminent arrival of death!"

His words were met with thunderous cheers from the assembled demon creatures.

Flanking the Fifth Demon God's throne were two figures, their forms obscured by swirling black mist. Their auras were no weaker than his own.

"Fifth Demon God," a crisp voice emanated from the left figure, "regarding our previous discussion..."

"How many times have I told you?" the Fifth Demon God interrupted, his voice laced with annoyance. "I am the Archdemon, not the Fifth Demon God!"

A cold snort came from the right figure.

They were clearly dissatisfied with the Fifth Demon God's attitude.

In terms of strength, both figures shrouded in darkness surpassed him.

In terms of status, they were both former Progenitors of their respective races, beings at the pinnacle of power.

They were not accustomed to such disrespect.

"You disagree?" the Fifth Demon God challenged, his tone a mixture of disdain and

amusement. "Then by all means, kill me!"

"I dare you to strike me down where I stand! I won't even flinch!"

The two figures remained silent.

After escaping the Supreme Abyssal, they had sought refuge in the Fifth Abyss.

Trapped for countless years, they had emerged to find a world vastly different from the one they remembered.

They had assumed the Abyss had conquered Earth, aiding the Supreme Demon God in breaking free from his seal.

Instead, not only had the Abyss been repelled by humanity, but the Demon Gods now trembled before the might of the Supreme Beings.

The beings they once considered invincible, the rulers of their world, were now living in fear.

As if that wasn't humiliating enough, their initial attempt to collaborate with the Archdemon had been met with utter contempt.

The Archdemon, sprawled out on his throne, hadn't even bothered to look at them, before ordering them to leave.

With the Archdemon refusing to cooperate, they had been forced to settle for the next best option: the Fifth Demon God.

The Second Demon God, being the Exiled Demon God, was out of the question.

Little did they know that the Fifth Demon God was a lunatic!

He constantly taunted them, practically begging for death.

If that were all, they might have tolerated it.

But earlier that day, just a few hours ago, a bolt of lightning had descended upon the Fifth Abyss, obliterating one of the three figures shrouded in black mist.

A level 999 Chaos Progenitor, dead just like that!

The Fifth Demon God had flown into a rage, pulling his hair and cursing the heavens.

He was furious!

Why hadn't that lightning struck him instead?

The remaining two figures were consumed by terror, their fear still lingering.

It was the first time they had witnessed the power of a Supreme Being firsthand. "What has become of the Abyss?" the right figure muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. Suppressing his anger, he addressed the Fifth Demon God once more. "Our demands are simple. All we ask is that you help us deliver the 'cargo' to the potential Supreme Being." "Patience, my friends." The Fifth Demon God gestured behind him.

The "cargo" the figure spoke of was a black cage crafted from an unknown material. It was impervious to all forms of scrying, its contents a mystery.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Whatever it held, it couldn't be good.

"Tell me honestly," the Fifth Demon God pressed, "can whatever is inside that cage kill the

potential Supreme Being?"

He downed another goblet of wine, letting out a sigh. "Don't say I didn't warn you. This potential Supreme Being is named Thor. He's exceptionally skilled in lightning magic and incredibly cautious. On Earth, only a few people know his true identity, ordinary methods

won't work against him."

Without the Fifth Demon God's assistance, these demon creatures from the Supreme Abyssal wouldn't survive a day in the Abyss.

The two figures exchanged glances. They knew the Fifth Demon God wasn't easily deceived. They needed to offer something more substantial to pique his interest.

"Inside the cage," the left figure finally revealed, "is a being driven mad. Level 1,000. A

Supreme Being of a certain race."

"We have no control over this being," the right figure added, his voice chilling. "However, Supreme Beings are drawn to one another. He will prioritize attacking the human race's

potential Supreme Being."

A satisfied grin spread across the Fifth Demon God's face.

This was more like it.

A being that powerful... surely, it could kill him, right?

Seated upon his throne, the Fifth Demon God's thoughts drifted.

"If I were to die, who should inherit my position as the Fifth Demon God?"

"Ah, if only my son were still alive. My poor, unfortunate son. The mantle of Demon God

awaits you."

"Once I'm gone, our family can finally be reunited."