Chapter 722: Evil King Building Summons Its Own Boss, the Abyssal Whisperer, Azazel!

Fear!

Endless fear enveloped Youle.

Youle naturally wouldn't just stand there and let himself be slaughtered.

But at this moment, he stood rooted to the spot, completely motionless!

The malice from a higher-tier being was too difficult to defend against. Even though he was this far from the Haunted House, he was still shaken to his core!

The main reason was that the Haunted House had a special type, excelling in aura-based attacks.

Otherwise, an ordinary high-tier being really wouldn't have been able to make Youle give up resisting!

[You have been locked onto by "Ghost Eye," Willpower check failed!]

[You have entered the "Terrified Out of Your Wits" state!]

Blood flowed from Youle's five orifices, his internal organs twisted and warped, and he was on the verge of death very soon.

Just then, the figure that had unleashed terrifying slaughter while also bringing a sense of reassurance arrived.

The moment Nicsebas appeared, he soothed everything. He placed one hand on Youle's shoulder and said with concern:

"Sir, your injuries are too severe. Ordinary methods won't be able to heal you."

"Would you be willing to give up everything in exchange for a chance to live?"

"If you are willing, I will let you live."

"If you are not willing, even if it means going against the 'rules,' I will let you die with dignity!"

Youle was deeply moved. His bloody, shattered eyeballs rolled, fixing their gaze on Nicsebas!

To live!

He had to live!

This game called life, he wanted to keep playing it forever and ever!

Survive! Survive! Survive!

Dorm Survival Game, those two words, survival, ran through everything!

As long as he lived, there was a chance he could reunite with his family, and even return to his original world!

"Your will to survive, I have felt it!" Nicsebas gave a slight bow, his movements as elegant as the closing curtain of a banquet.

A five-pointed star formation appeared at his fingertip, dark golden light flowing between his slender fingers. It didn't resemble dark arts, but rather a piece of exquisite artwork.

The formation gently pressed onto Youle's forehead.

There was no burning, no pain, only a cold, sinking sensation.

"I hereby sign a contract with thee!"

Nicsebas's voice was very soft, like the trailing notes of a cello echoing through an empty hall. It wasn't a command, nor a threat, but an invitation, a solemn invitation from one demon to another's soul.

"My name is Hastings Nicsebas. Offer me all thy loyalty, and I shall grant thee an Immortal Body!!!"

The five-pointed star formation invaded Youle's brain, and the contract was completed in an instant!

The two's "transaction time" was very brief, but that was already enough for the Haunted House to arrive on the scene.

"My apologies, but I still need to protect this..." Nicsebas glanced sideways at Evil Wuji, offered a brief apology, and then teleported away.

Squelch, squelch, squelch!

Youle was engulfed by the lethal aura of fear. His body spontaneously burst apart, flesh turning to mud, bones turning to slag, like a human-shaped firework.

The Haunted House didn't leave. It stared at the rapidly writhing and re-aggregating flesh on the ground, opened its massive mouth wide, and swallowed all of Youle's remains in one gulp!

In the distance, Nicsebas was slaughtering players from other buildings while searching for that final remaining one-third.

Evil Dragon didn't know exactly where he was hiding, but Nicsebas's intuition told him that the target was inside that building exuding wicked and ferocious aura.

The players on the stone bridge were mowed down like grass, quickly cleared out by Nicsebas, and then he arrived at the front of Evil King Building.

The Three Wicked Gods stood a hundred meters tall, yet Nicsebas looked down on them with a condescending gaze.

Just as he was about to make his move, the Evil King Building trembled!

[Dorm Survival Game Broadcast—]

[Evil King Building intervenes in the battlefield!]

[The most ancient evil spirit from the Abyssal Evil Spirit is unsealed to help Evil King Building achieve victory!]

[Evil King Building's Interference Power has been depleted!]

The door to the Evil King Building's most mysterious dormitory, the Darkest Abyss of Evil Spirits, swung open. Dozens of evil spirits were driven out of the dormitory, flying out before melting in the sky above Evil King Building!

This sacrifice caused reality and the Alternate Space to resonate with each other.

First, a thin crack split open in the sky above, with dark purple light seeping through it, like stagnant blood oozing from a wound.

Then, the crack slowly widened, like a demonic eye waking from slumber!

There was no thunder, no lightning, no earth-shattering phenomenon. It simply descended like this. At first, it had no physical form, just a patch of profound darkness, until it touched reality, and then it suddenly coalesced into shape.

Its appearance was humanoid, three meters tall, its body composed of solidified darkness, not any known form of matter.

And the edges of its body weren't clearly defined outlines, but rather blurred boundaries like ink spreading in water.

Shriek!!!

Suddenly, a sound like tearing cloth rang out, and six pairs of wings grew from its back!

[Abyssal Whisperer, Azazel (Projection)]

[Type: Evil King Building, Guardian]

[Level: 65]

[Race Tier: Lord]

[Divinity Value: ???]

[Skills: ???]

[Introduction: This angel has been waiting in the abyss for a long time, and this war carries enough weight for it to open those eyes as dazzling as the morning star!]

"Holy shit, there's another powerhouse!!!"

"Evil King Building depleted all its Interference Power just to summon it?!"

"Is this... a God?"

"I feel like its aura is even more impressive than the World Bat, so why is it only Lord-tier!"

"It might be that the dormitory building is being suppressed by the game rules!"

"Lord-tier is enough to slaughter everyone on the field. It definitely didn't appear just to destroy Mad King Building, it's here to kill all of us!"

"Damn it, they said this was a breakout match, how did it turn into an annihilation battle?!"

When Azazel made its entrance, there was also an intimidation effect, but that couldn't affect the players inside the dormitories!

Right now, they had only one feeling!

Insane!

Everything had completely gone insane!

With these three monsters appearing, what chance did the players have to survive?

Forget about reaching the summit, first think about how to stay alive!

Azazel's face was a smooth white mask with no facial features, as unreal as solidified moonlight. Its voice emanated from beneath the mask, transforming into language that intelligent beings could understand, a high-level form of full-spectrum coverage.

"My power should be returned to me!"

It didn't look at Nicsebas before it, but suddenly turned around, raising its hand and grabbing toward the Darkest Abyss of Evil Spirits.

In an instant, the Darkest Abyss of Evil Spirits exploded. All the furniture and special facilities inside transformed into streams of black liquid, surging toward Azazel.

This power was insignificant, but it was something it cared about!

A man with a Ghost Claw tattoo on the left side of his face rushed out from the Abyssal Evil Spirit. He was dressed impressively, his entire outfit at least Legendary-tier!

At this moment, under the influence of Azazel's power, his expression twisted with distortion!

Seeing someone come out, Azazel casually flicked its finger.

Bang!

The player was struck as if by an invisible force, violently sent flying.

Seeing that he still wasn't dead, two streams of black qi emerged from Azazel's pitch-black body, extending like tentacles to wrap around the player.

"Evil King Building, you tricked me!!!"

Before his death, the player let out an unwilling roar, and except for a select few, no one knew what he was talking about.

Inside an empty dormitory, Evil Dragon hid in the shadows, his heart running cold.

Evil King Building was located in Sin City, and the players here were extremely formidable, having already occupied nearly half the region and formed a socialized alliance.

This player was a Broker raised by some major power in Sin City. He didn't actually possess player status himself, his background was completely clean, and his strength was abnormally terrifying.

He hadn't used an invitation letter, but instead came out from the Blood Mist World, actively occupied a dormitory in Evil King Building, and thus became a zero-phase player.

According to him, he did this to bypass some kind of mechanism.

Players from other buildings were too powerful, and migration applications would be rejected, but since his background was clean, the dormitory building would be more willing to accept him.

Additionally, not long after he moved into Evil King Building, his dormitory upgraded to the Darkest Abyss of Evil Spirits. This dormitory's style was extremely characteristic of Evil King Building, definitely not something he brought from the outside.

So, some players speculated that he might have used some method to reach some kind of deal with Evil King Building.

And now, that speculation had come true!

The result was that Evil King Building achieved its goal, while this player suffered the Backlash and was casually crushed to death by Azazel!

"Those officials from the inferior buildings really think Evil King Building is some pushover!"

Evil Dragon sneered inwardly.

Just then, a fat, big-headed player barged into the dormitory, his gaze locking onto Evil Dragon's hiding spot, a faint smile on his face:

"Evil Dragon, I knew you'd be hiding here."

"Give me what you've got on you, and I won't reveal your location!"