Running was out of the question.

Instead of such a pedestrian term, Luo Yan preferred to call it a strategic retreat.

His apprehension stemmed not only from the knight who had sprouted a fourth arm but also from the ever-expanding crack directly above his head.

The crack wrapped around the deep red beam of light seemed to be widening, as if something was being released from within.

The ritual of Chaos was complete.

He had done all he could, diminishing the power from Chaos as much as possible.

Before this fearsome power stabilized, perhaps it was best to lay low and observe the changes.

As Luo Yan leaped from one rooftop to another, speeding toward the town's nearest wall, a dark ripple suddenly emerged from the crimson beam that connected the ground to the dome, spreading rapidly in all directions!

The dark wave swept over each stone or wooden building like a tidal wave, penetrating them without hindrance.

At that moment, the adventurers in the street were looking up at the sky, mesmerized by the blood-red beam.

It wasn't until the dark wave swept across their chests that the adventurers standing in the street began to sense something was amiss.

"What is that thing?!"

"Something... it felt like it passed right through me!"

"Did you all see that?!"

"Unbelievable..."

The seeds of doubt, sown by the dark wave, took root in nearly every adventurer present.

They looked around nervously, whispering to each other... inevitably offering up their fear to that irresistible force.

"I have a bad feeling, we better get out of here quickly..."

"Saint Sis above... please protect your followers..."

"Does anyone know what that ripple was? And this crimson pillar... what is it trying to do?!"

"Could it be... has the Demon King returned?!"

"No, I don't think it's the power of Hell—"

At that moment, a middle-aged adventurer in his forties carrying a battleaxe suddenly shouted out loud.

&"It's not the Demon King! It's Novel! I forget who told me just now... I seem to have heard this name!"

Novel...

Deceitful Fog!

He is the embodiment of knowledge and conspiracy, the origin of madness and fantasy, and one of the four deities that rule the domain of Chaos!

It was not a topic to be openly discussed on the surface.

However, in this safe zone run by the adventurer guild on the fourth level of the labyrinth, this was not a concern.

As the crowd whispered among themselves, the taboo name of Novel spread, and more and more people heard the ceaseless murmurs.

It started with ten people.

Later, a hundred—

Eventually, thousands were engulfed in it!

With that word-of-mouth rumor, an indescribable colossal image also began to take shape in the minds of the people.

It was a smoky entity composed of countless twisted faces and endless nightmares.

Every whispering lip laid out secrets that were enough to drive one mad from merely hearing them.

The seed planted by that dark wave began to sprout, and as the panic spread, it grew larger and branched out in twisted limbs.

The thick gray fog blurred not only the sight of the people but also sealed off their minds and souls, leading them into the endless Abyss.

Eventually, everyone was surrounded by the boundless darkness, becoming spokespersons for Novel, puppets manipulated by conspiracies.

Every single one of them became a Madman.

They also became a breeding ground for Chaos.

The middle-aged adventurer who had first shouted Novel's name was the first to embrace this boundless power.

A blood-red thread split from that crimson beam, striking towards his head like an arrow released from its bow.

The moment he was hit by the thread, his pupils clouded over with fog, and then the mist began to pour out of his mouth and nose.

The thick smoke wrapped around him like silk threads, eventually forming a crimson cocoon.

That was the Chaos Egg!

Finally, someone realized something was wrong, awakened from the nightmare, and began to scream desperately at the crowd.

"Bury your heads!"

"Don't look at it!"

The sound awakened some of them.

Those who came to their senses started running toward the outskirts of the town.

However, that lucid voice was ultimately too faint.

As more and more people were engulfed, strands of blood intertwined over the town forming a gigantic net.

In the contorted streets and alleys, all were entwined with the red threads spewed from that crimson pillar, turning into Chaos Eggs!

Watching the streets swoop by below him, Luo Yan's face showed an expression of astonishment.

"Damn..."

Was this entire community being sacrificed?!

"Youyou, what in the world is going on?!"

Youyou, floating beside Luo Yan, spoke nervously.

"I I I, I don't know either, Lord Demon King, but we should really get out of here fast... I feel, those red eggs seem to be hatching something terrifying."

If that were the case, wouldn't now be the ideal time to destroy them?

As Luo Yan was thinking this, a piercing buzz suddenly erupted over his head, drowning out all other noisy chaos.

"Buzz—!"

Suddenly, the whole world fell silent.

The crack torn open by the crimson pillar suddenly widened, and then a gigantic head made of smoke emerged from the crack, like it was the Abyss itself.

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