Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 392 392-The Return of the Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana

Adam had been aware of the sudden surge of energy from the very beginning. 

But someone reacted even faster than him – John, who had been lingering at the edge of the battlefield. 

The moment Karthus lifted his skull-headed wand, John knew that Karthus was ready to go all out. 

As a Necromancer, his strongest suit naturally lay in summoning skills. 

Evidently frustrated by the continuous setbacks in the battle, Karthus now seemed ready to throw caution to the wind.

Karthus revealed a ferocious smile, reversing the position of his wand to press it against his own forehead. 

A series of obscure and difficult incantations spilled from his lips, as the sky above suddenly darkened. 

A chilling wind howled, carrying with it the scent of withering life. 

It seemed as if an immensely powerful entity was about to descend.

"Feel the true wrath of a Devil! Even if it costs me dearly, I will make sure you remain here forever!" Karthus's sinister laughter echoed through the valley.

Adam and Blue Sea simultaneously ceased their attacks, standing side by side with a serious look in their eyes. 

"What kind of being is he summoning?" 

Adam's brow furrowed, the Holy Light around his body dimming under the oppressive aura.

"It sounds like it's a Devil from the abyss... I didn't expect Karthus to have such a trick up his sleeve," Blue Sea added, equally shocked, even forgetting to reinforce his icy barrier.

The sky grew darker and the eerie aura intensified. 

The other guild members engaged in combat also instinctively stopped their attacks under this overwhelming pressure. 

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sky, waiting for whatever was about to emerge.

The members of Dawn Guild and Shadowrealm Guild wore faces lit up with hope at Karthus's action. 

They had been gradually losing the battle against the combined forces of Blue Sea and Adam's elite guilds. 

Outnumbered, they had braced for a fight to the death, but now, a glimmer of hope seemed to emerge.

Meanwhile, John gazed at the sky, observing the pieces of the portal being illuminated one by one, signifying the imminent arrival of the Devil summoned by Karthus. 

Yet, as John sensed the aura, a look of recognition crossed his face, an eerie sense of familiarity enveloping him.

Karthus's complexion grew increasingly pale, his body visibly withering at a rapid pace. 

His level plummeted by ten in just an instant, indicating the enormous sacrifice he made for this summoning. 

Despite his weakening state, Karthus's eyes shone with a feverish light.

Finally, the fragments of the portal in the sky were all lit, and a captivating androgynous voice echoed through the air: "Who summons me?"

Karthus bowed his head reverently and said, "It is I, Necromancer Karthus. I offer my flesh, blood, and levels as tribute, beseeching your aid..."

"O great Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana, accept my sincerest offering. Your servant implores you to eradicate these despisers of darkness…"

With these words, Karthus knelt on one knee, his body almost shriveled to a husk, prostrating on the ground as a sign of his submission.

"So be it, I accept your tribute. Let these despisers of darkness pay the price!" 

The fragments of the portal swiftly converged, and a figure with a slender body and handsome features slowly emerged. Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana, upon arrival, first cast his gaze upon Karthus. 

His eyes carried a mix of laziness and charm.

"To my surprise, the Necromancer who summoned me hails from unknown lands..." 

Ghana's gentle words seemed to possess an endless charm, compelling listeners to surrender everything. 

"Tell me, young man, having paid such a heavy price, whose souls do you wish me to harvest?"

Karthus, struggling, lifted his head and pointed towards Adam, Blue Sea, and their companions. 

"Respected Devil, please help me annihilate them! These are my enemies; they deceitfully ambushed me and my friends!"

Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana nodded with a smile, following Karthus's direction. 

These were just over level 100 newbies, an easy task to eliminate. 

"Rest assured, I will..."

However, before Ghana could finish, his smile froze on his face. 

Karthus, head bowed, awaited the Devil's next words, but was met with silence. 

Lifting his head in confusion, he saw Ghana staring blankly into the crowd, as if he had seen a ghost. 

Karthus couldn't help but feel puzzled. 

Did this Soul-Devouring Devil have some mental issue? 

Why was he standing there, lost in thought, instead of taking action?

Nearby, Adam and Blue Sea, having already regrouped their forces, shared the same look of bewilderment. 

Logically, the arrival of a Devil should have been an overwhelming assault. 

They had even prepared for a desperate fight, contemplating how to request John's help, knowing only he could contend with this Devil. 

Yet, unexpectedly, this Devil, who initially exuded an abyss-like presence and made an imposing entrance, suddenly seemed to stall.

Their eyes shifted towards John, seeking some form of explanation or action, as the battlefield fell into an eerie silence, awaiting the next move of the Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana.

"Lord Devil, what are you waiting for?" 

Karthus finally couldn't help but urge. 

The continual loss of flesh and blood every second since the Devil's arrival was unbearably painful. 

If Ghana didn't take action soon, Karthus feared he would be drained into a mere husk.

Hearing Karthus's urging, Ghana seemed to snap out of his reverie. 

His demeanor shifted from the previously casual air to a forced smile. 

"Ah, I just remembered I have some matters to attend to. I'm afraid I can't assist you for now. Farewell!" 

With that, Ghana prepared to turn back to the abyss.

Karthus was dumbfounded. He looked at Ghana in confusion, then turned to gaze at Blue Sea, Adam, and the others, utterly baffled by the unfolding events. 

This was a Devil, an entity comparable to a deity, one of the true rulers of the abyss. 

Why would he be scared off by a few players?

Even Karthus could sense the fear in Ghana's heart. 

"Lord Devil…" he began, but before he could finish, Ghana waved him off impatiently: "I told you, I have urgent matters at home and can't help you. I'll return your blood tribute..."

Ghana even quickened his pace, seemingly desperate to leave. 

But before the Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana could reach the portal, a voice filled with amusement rang out. 

"Why the rush to leave, having come all this way?"

Everyone turned to see John walking leisurely from the back of the crowd, a relaxed and cheerful smile on his face. 

Ghana's figure abruptly halted, and with a sense of resignation, he turned back: "I really didn't expect to run into you here. What bad luck..."

The conversation between the two left the onlookers somewhat perplexed. 

Yet, those more astute quickly realized that the Devil's drastic change in attitude must be because of John's presence. 

Could it be that they had encountered each other before?

Their thoughts were a whirl of speculation as they watched this unexpected turn of events, wondering about the mysterious connection between John and the powerful Devil.

Adam and Blue Sea exchanged incredulous glances, always aware of Galewind's prowess but never expecting it to be this profound. 

This was a Devil, one of the most formidable bosses in the Godslayer game world, standing at the apex of the food chain, yet he seemed to cower in John's presence.

Unaware of the others' awed speculations about him, John merely gazed at the retreating figure of Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana, chuckling lightly, "It hasn't been long since our last meeting, but I didn't expect to encounter you here."

Ghana shrugged with a hint of helplessness: "I didn't anticipate your involvement in these trivial conflicts either... With your strength, I assumed you wouldn't let this little Necromancer persist long enough to summon me."

John responded indifferently, "I didn't intervene earlier."

Realization dawned on Ghana's face, followed by a resigned tone, "Look, I have no intention of fighting. How about you just lift the spatial lockdown and let me return?"

John raised an eyebrow teasingly, "You're just a projection here, aren't you? There shouldn't be much loss for you."

Ghana looked up at the fragments of the summoning portal, now surrounded by a space that had quietly frozen. 

The entire area appeared crystalline, encapsulating the fragments.

This was John's spatial lockdown, a simple matter for him as the entire valley lay under his Abyssal Prison, with the ORDER entirely at his command.

Hearing John's slightly mocking words, Ghana felt even more exasperated. 

Had he known Galewind was present, he would never have accepted the summoning to Godslayer Continent. 

The defeat in their last encounter still haunted him, making it clear that this Galewind was genuinely capable of slaying gods...