Reincarnated As A Demonic Dragon, I Formed A Pact With A Beautiful Female Lord

Chapter 454: A Mysterious Sect

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The aura of the dark creature permeated everything.

However, what surprised people was that this extremely evil presence, also gave them an inexplicable sense of holiness.

It was sacred and inviolable.

It was difficult for Stark to describe what he felt.

“That must be the High Preacher. Which sect does he belong to? Can he really bring hope to the Black Feather Tribe?” Stark turned and whispered to his companion.

He still had doubts in his heart. He had sacrificed so much for his tribe, yet he didn’t receive the respect he deserved. An outsider was getting more respect than he ever could.

“The Dark Ancient Tree Sect has come to save the Black Feather Tribe. They are the foundation of our strength. Stark, just wait and see how our god will unleash his power!”

Looking at the fervent gazes of his companions, Stark felt a bit lost.

‘How did the tribe undergo such a transformation in just over a month? Does the Dark Ancient Tree Sect truly possess such great power? Are they really here to save them?’

“But I have never heard of this sect!” said Stark.

People around him were enthusiastic. “The god has just awakened. He will answer all your doubts soon.”

The horrifying creature with a spider-like body slowly took a few steps forward.

“The great God of the Dark Ancient Tree has returned from eternity.” His oppressive gaze swept across the crowd. He slowly raised the black book in his hand and chanted softly.

All the Black Feather people kneeling on the ground followed the recitation. Their voices resonated powerfully in the dark valley.

Stark felt an inexplicable sense of holiness.

He held his breath and listened carefully. The High Preacher’s voice continued to chant the words.

“The master of the undead… The controller of the Power of Decay… An embodiment of darkness and my salvation… In the past and the present…”

The chanting became more intense. The Black Feather people in the valley followed suit. They sounded fanatical.

The High Preacher suddenly raised the black book in his hand, and a mighty energy surged forth and rapidly condensed in the sky.

“Oh, great God of the Dark Ancient Tree, your devoted believers are willing to offer their faith and their souls!” The High Preacher’s voice rose sharply.

The moment the words were uttered, the energy surging from the dark book dispersed. It formed a shadow of a tree of over 50 m tall.

The tree branches without leaves were grim like the arms of a dead person, and on the rough trunk grew twisted faces. It emanated an evil aura as if it had just crawled out of the abyss.

If there were people from Su Wan’s territory here, they would immediately recognize the entity.

It was the Dark Withered Tree.

After the shadow appeared, the black-feathered man immediately went crazy.

With hands clasped together in front of his chest, Stark began to pray with the utmost devotion.

Stark felt uneasy. The Black Feather Tribe had never worshiped gods before. Although he felt awe towards those who possessed supreme power, such fervent devotion made him feel unnerved.

At that moment, the illusory image in the sky with its twisted figure turned its gaze toward him.

Stark froze. His thoughts stopped. He felt as though he had been plunged into icy water. He was unable to even breathe.

A deep and heavy voice descended.

“Newborn soul, I bestow upon you my power!” As the words fell, a surge of mighty energy erupted from the illusory image and infused Stark’s body.

Stark felt something dormant in his blood awakened at that time. Invisible shackles were broken. He felt excruciating pain as if his flesh and bones were being crushed. A growl escaped his throat.

His whole body was filled with power. When he came back to his senses, Stark was amazed to find that he had advanced from level 55 to level 58. He was at a higher level than the leader of the tribe!

He looked at the image in the sky with disbelief.

For the Black Feather people, reaching this level was difficult even if they strived for it for a lifetime! Yet, he had received it as a gift…

After being rewarded by the god, all doubts in Stark’s mind disappeared. It was replaced by surprise and reverence.

Without hesitation, Stark knelt on the ground in respect.

Only the Evil Spreader could see a white line rising from his head and quietly merging with the illusory Dark Withered Tree.

The figure slowly disappeared.

The Black Feather people became even more excited as they turned to look at Stark who had just been promoted.

“Praise the God of the Dark Ancient Tree!”

“Our god fell into a slumber after the first war among the gods. He has only awakened today after sensing the rise of the Crimson Moon,” said the Evil Spreader, or the High Preacher.

“The god is immortal and eternal. He is the sole benevolent ruler who can provide protection. The god is regaining his power and requires prayers.”

The entire valley resonated with solemn voices from all directions.

The Dark Ancient Tree God whispered.

The Black Feather people stiffened when they saw this. The god was observing them!

They recited prayers.

The Evil Spreader mounted the dragon once again and left the valley.

Not far from the valley, the Evil Spreader pulled on the reins and the dragon slowly came to a halt.

“Your abilities are truly extraordinary. This is the third tribe that has converted.”

Becoming a hero was the dream for most troops. Even the Evil Spreader was no exception.

“Master, the influence of the Dark Ancient God’s religion is improving. We can attempt a large-scale propagation.” A flicker of interest appeared in the crimson eyes.

fame’s mood was also somewhat uplifted. As a recruited gray dwarf, his status in the territory was still important.

After the problems in Furnace City were solved, Timo entrusted him with the task of managing the propagation of the cult in the underground world.

He had personally witnessed how the Dark Ancient Tree religion spread among these tribes.

Although they had made many mistakes along the way, they were all resolved by the Evil Spreader before him.

“Using the Melodious Music Box to set the atmosphere and continuously reinforce the followers’ understanding of the doctrines is indeed a good method.”

“Master James, I suggest establishing a preaching room specifically for housing the Melodious Music Boxes.” The middle-aged woman with two scars on her face approached him.

James instinctively looked towards the valley where the Black Feather people were. Their fervent prayers could still be heard.

“We can also use the Melodious Music Boxes to spread the stories of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect. In the future, we can use the Music Boxes as a means for doing something more..”