Virus King - Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Summoning Zepar! The Devil’s Terror!

TL: YYang

The crimson glow illuminated every face, casting an eerie and ominous light on all present.

Ding Ding was indifferent—after all, she hadn’t participated in the initial exploration of the Red Star Psychiatric Hospital.

Thus, her understanding of the hospital’s secrets mostly came from discussions in Group Chat No. 001.

But Han Xiao was clearly different.

At this moment, the chubby boy’s expression was grim, his gaze fixed on the terrifyingly crimson underground chamber, filled with tension and dread.

A mystical wave emanated from the blood-red magic circle etched onto the ground, a wave that seemed both profound and elusive, slowly rising into the air.

Beneath the dark basement, the flickering flames brought no warmth or light. Instead, they added a sinister chill that seeped into everyone’s bones.

It felt as though something in the darkness below had been awakened.

Only Chen Bai remained eerily calm as he observed everything unfolding before him. Above the blood-red magic circle, an abyssal black vortex came into view.

Yan Qi looked on in horror as the vortex formed and appeared.

She had felt this terrifying aura before.

The entity behind this magic circle connected to a world she feared deeply—a realm of unparalleled dread.

However, compared to the last time, the fluctuations caused by her master’s summoning far exceeded this current ritual.

Hell, as it turned out, was a part of the Abyss!

Or rather, it was the 600th Layer of the Abyss, long since lost.

And the Abyss itself—whether there were even more layers below the 600th—was still unknown. But even just the 599 layers above were overwhelming enough.

Now, the aura from beyond the vortex unmistakably originated from Hell itself!

…

“Hahaha! The scent of the Prime World is so sweet! The pulse of the Trial Grounds feels so familiar! Humans, flesh and blood—are you ready to offer your sacrifices to Duke Zepar?”

The infernal language was the most authentic form of the Abyssal Demon Language.

Only Chen Bai understood the words. Emerging slowly from the swirling darkness, a shadow clad in hellfire appeared, speaking its dreadful proclamations.

As the crimson summoning magic circle’s glow began to dim, a figure stepped forth, replacing the light.

The maniacal laughter from moments ago had undoubtedly come from this being.

The figure was clad in blood-red armor.

At first glance, it appeared humanoid.

Yet beneath the blood-red armor, wings of crimson demonic energy unfurled. Its claws and taloned feet, extending from the armor, revealed that this humanoid creature was far from human—it was merely humanoid in shape.

[Hell’s Sixteenth Demon God, Level 84 – BOSS]

“Humans! You dared summon the great Duke Zepar! Speak your wish and present your offerings, or else suffer my wrath and embrace death. Do you understand?”

The crimson armor glimmered faintly, with two blood-red eyes shining from within the helmet.

Yet, shockingly, this time, it spoke in flawless Dragon Nation language.

Han Xiao stared at the being before him.

This creature—this abomination—was the source of his family’s bloodline!

It was the root cause of everything!

The cursed power coursing through his blood, the disappearance of his unknown sister, and the plight of every woman in the Han family—all traced back to this!

Hatred and killing intent surged within Han Xiao’s spirit, as sharp and cold as a dagger.

“Hmm?”

Zepar’s sinister gaze shifted toward Han Xiao, his blood-red eyes narrowing in surprise before he blinked twice.

“How interesting. My bloodline? You… your surname is Han?”

Han Xiao fixed his unrelenting gaze on the creature, unable to suppress the killing intent burning in his eyes.

“Is my sister in your hands?!”

“How amusing, truly amusing,” Zepar sneered. “Who would have thought that the descent of the God and Devil Trial Grounds would allow a brat like you to inherit fragments of my power? But… do you think you’re worthy to speak to me?”

Zepar’s arrogance, icy malice, and wickedness were fully revealed in this moment for all to see.

The terrifying crimson glow merged with the hellish flames, coalescing instantly at the tip of Zepar’s finger.

“She will become my most perfect creation and bride! And you, I will kill your mortal shell, leaving your soul intact—so you can witness that glorious day with your own eyes! Hahaha!”

Having spoken, Zepar seemed to have reached the peak of his devilish arrogance. His patience, already stretched thin, finally snapped. He cast a disdainful glance at everyone present.

“Well, I hadn’t intended to kill you all initially. But with such a foolish individual among you, no amount of sacrifices can change your fated deaths!”

[Hidden condition triggered in Nightmare-level dungeon ‘Red Star Psychiatric Hospital.’ Difficulty upgraded to Hell-level (Unique).]

The message from the Cosmic Will didn’t faze Chen Bai in the slightest. He observed the wildly arrogant, crimson-clad figure before him, finally breaking his silence. His first words weren’t even directed at the others present:

“Hey, didn’t you say devils are a cunning and intelligent species? Why is this idiot even dumber and more reckless than the most brainless demons from the Abyss?”

A voice responded, calm and respectful, in the Abyssal Demon Language:

“Honored Chen, it’s because this fool has no idea what kind of great existence he’s standing before.”

“Hmm, good flattery.”

“To receive your praise, my joy and excitement are unparalleled.”

The exchange was entirely in Abyssal Demon Language, leaving everyone else in the room clueless.

But standing at the very center of the infernal summoning circle, Zepar froze in shock, his attention snapping toward Chen Bai.

Chen Bai’s calm and teasing smile met Zepar’s gaze.

The blood-red eyes behind the devil’s helmet glinted with a faint feral malice as he sneered and spoke:

“Human, do you think knowing a few words of Abyssal Demon Language lets you bluff before the great Duke Zepar?”

Yet as he spoke, Zepar’s gaze gradually dropped. His eyes fell on something.

A ring.

The jet-black ring appeared to flicker with traces of hellfire, as though the flames themselves were alive and writhing.

The Hell King’s Ring.

In an instant, Zepar’s expression changed as dramatically as if someone had seized him by the throat. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he began to stammer, repeating half of his previous sentence:

“…bluff before the great Duke Zepar…”

But at that very moment—

Chen Bai moved.

With a swift motion, his foot, wrapped in the terrifying black fungal carpet of the Darklight Virus, struck Zepar’s abdomen like a hammer.

The devil, his power suppressed by the Cosmic Will to match the confines of the secret realm, flew backward like a shrimp tossed by a catapult, crashing into the farthest wall of the basement.

What happened next left everyone stunned.

The terrifying figure, lying crumpled against the wall, scrambled upright. But instead of retaliating, it collapsed onto its knees with a resounding thud.

“Your Eminence, Your Eminence, spare me…”

The speed of the reversal was so staggering that the two humans and one ghost present were utterly dumbfounded.