Chapter 721 Guide Party

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation i Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

As the bishop of the Holy Light Sect, Plas knew more about the world than the average person.

The orderly gods had gradually severed ties with their followers a century ago, seemingly entangled in something that kept them from intervening, too preoccupied to care.

However, all of this was later revealed.

The dark gods suppressed in the depths of chaos did not weaken over time as the orderly gods had hoped. Instead, they grew stronger in an inexplicable way, breaking free from their shackles and turning the tables on the orderly gods, thereby giving the demons an opportunity to invade.

Plas viewed this with extreme pessimism.

The world was beyond salvation; it would ultimately be shrouded in darkness!

He didn’t believe that the current forces of order could resist the ambitious demons who had been preparing for thousands of years.

— Even the oracles of the orderly gods were suppressed and unable to descend. Without the leadership of the gods, how could they defeat the forces of evil as they did tens of thousands of years ago?

So, when the demons came knocking, he did what he thought was wise­surrender.

The demons would become the new masters of this world, and all living beings and races would become their slaves. But with so many slaves, they would need agents to manage them, right?

As long as he willingly offered his loyalty and was willing to act as their henchman and sword, making as much contribution as possible before their true invasion, perhaps he could secure a place in the future demon-ruled world, becoming a servant or even a follower, as long as he could survive—this was at least better than becoming a slave worse than livestock.

Moreover, this was a perfect opportunity; just by removing that thorn-like territory and killing its demon-hated lord, he could improve his position in the eyes of the demons.

As for whether they could defeat this enemy, he wasn’t worried at all.

Although the Holy Light Sect was not as powerful as before, it was still a force comparable to a kingdom or duchy. Within the sect, there were dozens of Holy Light Knight Orders and fanatical battle squads. According to what the demons said, that lord was just a Lord of Glory, after all.

A Lord of Glory who had barely been in this world for less than a year. How strong could that Lord of Glory be? On the other hand, Plas was a peak-level legendary-tier powerhouse. He could crush weaklings like that Lord of Glory with just two fingers!

So, his territory probably wasn’t that strong either. Perhaps a fanatical battle squad could sweep through it.

Moments ago, he only agreed with Vida to avoid humiliation. Now, confronted with such an adversary, he couldn’t fathom how he might fail.

Thinking of this, Plas felt much better, his footsteps even a bit brisker. This time, he would surely complete the mission perfectly, and maybe even earn the appreciation of that demon king.

If he had the protection of a demon king, then he would have a higher status in the world ruled by demons, and therefore be safer.

However, this bishop of the Holy Light Sect did not know what kind of enemy he was facing.

Before the assembly of dozens of forces and the fame of Ji Chen spread throughout the Northern Continent, Plas had already gathered the forces of the Holy Light Sect and set sail under the command of the demons.

Sailing in the vast sea of the Western-Mid Ocean, they had no information channels to know about Ji Chen and the Crown of the Ocean. He would never have known that Ji Chen was an epic-tier powerhouse.

Or, even Vida, who had been infused with demon blood, was completely unaware of this.

In the history of the Holy Light Sect, it wasn’t just the indigenous people; some players joined the sect’s forces through alternative means to acquire resources and production.

On a fast warship at the edge of the Holy Light Sect fleet, a dozen or so players were inside the cabin.

“Guild Leader, we’ve been drifting at sea for nearly ten days. Where the hell are these zealots taking us? I’m getting seasick.” A young player grumbled with some dissatisfaction.

The leader of the small guild shook his head. “They only told us that there’s a mission to complete, nothing else.”

Another player suddenly interjected, “…Why do I feel like we’re about to be sold to the highest bidder?”

The guild leader’s face darkened, and he replied unenthusiastically, “Although the Holy Light Sect isn’t considered strong among many sects, it’s still a major force. They wouldn’t stoop so low as to sell us off… The difficulty of this mission must be quite high, and they’re probably not telling us in advance to prevent us from running away midway.”

A female player nodded. “That’s probably it. These zealots are all fanatics with questionable intelligence. I guess this time we’re going to fight some heretics again.

But I’m curious about what kind of enemy is worth the Holy Light Sect mobilizing most of its forces to deal with. Even the most elite fanatical battle squads have been deployed. Any one of them could easily crush a small force.”

The guild leader waved his hand. “Forget about it. We’re just here to earn a living. If the enemy is weak, we charge; if the enemy is strong, we run.”

The young player raised his hand. “But we’re surrounded by the sea. How do we run?”

Everyone looked at him.

Damn, it seemed like he had a point.

This ship belonged to the Holy Light Sect; they were just borrowing it.

The young player exclaimed, “There should be no problem. The people of my territory are waiting for me to return. We definitely won’t encounter any accidents here!”