I am God LSLCCF

Chapter 413: Only the Weak and Foolish Are Bound by Rules

Suinhor City-State Alliance, Red Earth City

Inside an estate that appeared to belong to a powerful noble, a sinister ritual was taking place.

Cloaked ghouls, their forms hidden beneath heavy fabric, stood in a circle at the edge of a strange ritual array. Etched with symbols tied to the Abyss, the array was surrounded by dark and unholy prayers and summoning texts.

Akmanmon stood at the presiding position of the ritual array and extended his hand forward.

Whoosh!

The blazing flames surged higher, changing from red to a ghastly pale white. This was a sign that the ritual had successfully connected with the Abyss, welcoming the defiled power of the dark world.

Akmanmonʼs face remained impassive as the flickering firelight cast alternating shadows and highlights across his features.

”Ancient and powerful monster from the evil and defiled Black Mud Abyss.”

”I nourish you with depravity and madness, feed you with blood and life, and worship you with death and suffering.”

”I offer my spirit as the anchor for your descent and my body as the vessel for your arrival, in exchange for your mighty and dark power.”
”Heed my command and summons. Come to the mortal world.”

At first, Akmanmon spoke in a measured tone, but his words grew steadily quicker until they blended together, one overlapping the next.

A strange chanting rhythm echoed through the space.

The effect was eerie and indescribable.

His words left no doubt that Akmanmon was summoning a monster from the Abyss.

Summoning Abyss monsters was an incredibly dangerous task, for both ordinary Ability Users and fanatics of the Abyss Cult. Many believed they could mitigate the danger by summoning only monsters they could handle. A Second-Rank summoner, for instance, might try to stay cautious by summoning only First-Rank monsters.

Many individuals tried to exploit the Abyss, using various methods to take advantage of its monsters.

However, such attempts seldom led to favorable outcomes.

After a few successful attempts, the next summoning often carried a high risk of failure.

For instance, you might plan to summon an ordinary swamp demon, but when you open the Abyss passage, a massive head the size of a house might emerge instead.

What stepped out would be a Third-Rank rotting wing demon.

In that moment, overwhelmed by horror, you would desperately try to stop the ritual and shut the door. You would quickly realize, however, that the door operated in both directions. You could close it from your side, but they could reopen it from theirs if they were willing to pay the price.

Of course, there were also unlucky souls who, on their very first attempt, intended to summon an ordinary bone monster but instead summoned the notorious commander of the Bone Legion.

The creature had used the passage to lead a horde of monsters, charging through with unstoppable force.

It annihilated the summonerʼs lair, killed his students and servants, and slaughtered everyone in his hometown. After the devastation, it returned and took his skull to use as a footstool.

This series of events proved a harsh truth.

Attempting to exploit the Abyss demanded extraordinary skill, courage, and a fair share of luck.

Otherwise, you risked bringing ruin to everyone around you in a desperate attempt to avoid your own failure.

Many catastrophic events had their origins in such reckless endeavors.

Clearly, Akmanmon had extensive experience and was no stranger to dealing with the Abyss.

He had walked the tightrope many times, stepped into countless pits and traps. He was someone who had repeatedly fleeced the Abyss and Purgatory and lived to tell the tale.

The pale flames parted, unveiling a gateway.

Beyond the door lay an impenetrable darkness.

Out of the shadows came a deafening screech, and a colossal, pitch-black monster stepped through.

The creature possessed powerful, taloned legs and a pair of folded black wings on its back.

Whoosh!

The monster spread its wings, creating a violent gale that swept through the area. It tossed many of the ghouls around like paper, and they landed in disorganized heaps.

Akmanmon had summoned an ancient eagle demon. Though its appearance showed signs of age, its evil eyes shone with a sharp intelligence.

The eagle demonʼs massive form loomed over them, its wingspan stretching over ten meters. Before it, Akmanmon and his group seemed like insignificant earthworms, vulnerable to being devoured in a single peck.

”Impressive this time.”