God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 137: Worship of Ten Thousand Demons, Offering of Souls

Chaos. Dust.

A horde of demonic creatures clogged the village entrance, leaving no room to escape.

The monsters snorted hot air through their nostrils, their earth-shaking roars reverberating with a demonic melody.

Mang Village, once a secluded paradise, now revealed its truest form:

A demonic lair.

Amid the crowd of monsters stood a human-faced centipede, its face tilted upward in a provocative grin.

Though the two humans before it seemed formidable, it believed the thousands of demons at its command rendered them insignificant.

Everyone knows that human spiritual energy pales in comparison to that of demons.

The ocean of demons alone was enough to engulf these two powerful humans.

The village chief—no, rather, Arkarin Moja.

Arkarin clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath:

"Ha! Ha! Ha! You two are the dumbest administrators from the Security Bureau I've ever seen!

Not running away? Waiting for my Mountain God to summon his familiars and eat you alive?

You think flying makes you invincible?

You even dream of cleansing the Northern Mang Mountain gods?

You human pigs are so blindly arrogant, utterly devoid of humility!"

From the moment the human-faced centipede began summoning demons from Northern Mang Mountain, Alexander and Jack had waited in silence.

Alexander was waiting for the demons to gather on their own, saving him the trouble of storming the mountain.

Seeing that Alexander remained calm, Jack followed suit.

If the president isn't panicked, why should he be? There was no reason to fear.

The villagers of Mang Village were trembling in terror as they saw the swarm of demons surrounding them.

They tried their best to hide the fear in their eyes.

They had long known the truth: the village chief had been colluding with demons all along. The so-called "Mountain God" was a demon.

But none of that mattered to them anymore.

In chaotic times, survival and comfort were all that mattered.

Having food and drink every day and sowing their seeds every night—wasn't that the beauty of the apocalypse?

They didn't even want the two masked figures in the sky to escape. They wished for their deaths.

That way, Mang Village's filthy dealings would remain hidden, and their "good life" could continue uninterrupted.

"We're doomed. Dead for sure! Are those guys really with the government? All these public servants are morons!"

A blonde woman muttered in despair, tearing at her hair.

The sight of the human-faced centipede had already made her lose control once. Now, faced with a horde of demons, survival seemed impossible.

At first, she noticed that the centipede did not attack immediately, cautiously confronting the two masked figures in the sky.

She thought there might still be a chance to escape.

The masked figures could fly, couldn't they?

Why couldn't they just take everyone and fly away?

But when she saw the centipede summoning countless demons, the hope she placed in the two figures turned into resentment.

Why were they showing off? Why were they walking into a trap?!

If she died here today, it would be entirely their fault!!

Some people are like this: terrified of their enemies yet full of hatred for the very people who bring them hope.

Sophia, irritated by the blonde woman's constant muttering, snapped at her:

"Shut up! Believe me, I'll throw you down right now!"

Her tone and demeanor were even more terrifying than the village chief's.

The blonde woman, startled, immediately fell silent.

Sophia's gaze shifted to the sky. These two weren't Security Bureau administrators.

They were from extraordinary forces.

Characters who seemed like something out of a novel had come to life. A strange, indescribable emotion began to well up within her, like a spring bursting forth.

The human-faced centipede roared, and a few bizarre bird-like demons spiraled upward, charging toward the two humans in the sky.

It wanted to test the waters, to probe their abilities.

Some were thrilled, some excited, others terrified, and still others worried.

The complexity of human nature was displayed vividly on this stage.

Jack's eyes turned icy. His hands transformed into eagle-like claws, as he moved to shield Alexander.

Jack suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of dread.

A terrifying aura and a horrifying wave of spiritual energy erupted behind him.

Jack turned his head in shock, his pupils contracting in disbelief!

Alexander's once-black irises had transformed into a deep purple, with a sinister, eerie spiritual energy materializing as dark streams swirling around him.

Alexander did nothing but stand quietly atop a lotus of green flames, yet he seemed to embody the most powerful demon in existence.

"So... this is the president's true power?"

Jack had thought that after consuming an A-tier Super Fruit, he was already among the strongest in the world.

After all, A-tier fruits were extraordinarily rare.

But before Alexander even made a move, the sheer force of his aura filled Jack with despair.

The gap between them was still vast, like heaven and earth.

Silently retracting his spiritual energy, Jack muttered under his breath:

"Then let me bear witness to this."

In the eyes of the demons, however, Alexander appeared entirely different from what Jack saw.

To them, the ghostly masked man before them was a colossal figure, towering thousands of meters high, blotting out the sky, surrounded by a surging sea of demonic flames.

The flying demons before him were as insignificant as flies.

Though their wings still fluttered, their bodies were frozen in place.

The malice and savagery in their expressions had vanished, replaced by sheer panic and terror.

The demons on the ground fared no better.

They whimpered and trembled on the frozen earth, prostrating themselves like wandering spirits before a divine executioner.

The predators that once devoured humans now resembled lambs awaiting slaughter.

This was the power of Alexander's Soul-Soul Fruit.

[Soul Intimidation!]

Alexander had invaded the consciousness of every demon present, dredging up their deepest, most hidden fears.

The human-faced centipede, deserving of its near-A-tier status, managed to resist Alexander's soul shock with a defiant roar.

It screeched sharply at Alexander.

Yet, the smaller demons behind it were no longer howling—they were huddled together, trembling violently.

The centipede had merely regained a fraction of its composure; the partial effects of [Soul Intimidation] lingered.

Alexander cast a cold glance at the human-faced centipede.

In that instant, the effects of [Soul Intimidation] intensified.

The crying ghostly mask on Alexander's face seemed to expand, dominating the vision of every demon.

Apart from its judgmental gaze, they could see nothing else.

The human-faced centipede trembled uncontrollably as though it were standing before a "king"—a pressure it had only ever experienced from the apex of its kind.

Unable to withstand the mounting pressure, it collapsed to the ground, not daring to raise its head.

Alexander's lips curved into a chilling smile, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth.

"Life force."

The demons, heads bowed, did not dare to resist. They stared numbly at the ground as translucent souls began to separate from their bodies.

As the demons' souls were drawn out, a faint sense of clarity returned to them. Their disembodied souls frantically clawed at their motionless bodies, desperate to return.

But Alexander was like a black hole, and they were nothing more than leaves caught in an unrelenting tidal wave.

The souls wailed as they were sucked into Alexander's mouth.

Their pitiful cries reverberated through the ears of the humans present, sending shivers down their spines.

Even the human-faced centipede couldn't resist for long. Its massive body convulsed on the ground as its jaws foamed uncontrollably.

Alexander's spiritual sea was filled with unprecedented satisfaction, an almost transcendent euphoria.

The life force he had expended for Richard's sake was fully restored.

However, due to the incomplete mastery of his Soul-Soul Fruit powers, the thousands of demons had only granted him a few hundred years of life force.

Much of the demons' spiritual energy was likely wasted.

It was akin to consuming potent medicinal herbs but failing to absorb most of their essence.

Still, for Alexander, it was more than enough.

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