Chapter 340
by fanqienovelChapter 340: The Tomb Raiders Were About to Get Rich
“Tap… tap… tap…”
Heavy boots stamped, their weighty footsteps echoing through the long-sealed underground tomb.
“Whoosh—!”
Chaos magic burned, its murky light revealing murals on the walls.
A hunched, sneaky figure groped forward in the hidden chamber.
“Hey! Boss!”
A mocking, sarcastic male voice rang through the tomb passage.
“Get over here! Isn’t this the rebels’ handiwork?”
Simple line drawings and pigments on the wall showed mortals piloting giant constructs against the Chaos Demon God’s minions.
The ending was tragic, of course.
The goddess was captured and tortured.
Her soul was torn out, her power drained by the Chaos Demon God…
Loyal survivors slept on in the sunless underground crypt.
“Mortals fighting chaos? Ha! So foolish.”
“Who could ever resist the Chaos Demon God?”
“But… this ain’t from our time. Looks ancient.”
“Might score some real treasures here.”
His hair exploded in neon spikes—a bizarre cyber look. But nothing prepared you for his face.
One side had shriveled into jerky, while the other bulged with sickening tumors. His lipless mouth gaped like a dark hole, revolting to see.
His body mirrored this horror: shriveled patches warring with swollen bulges.
He walked with a jerky limp, yet moved with surprising speed.
“Move it—!”
A guttural growl sounded behind him.
And then—
“Wham!”
The freakish punk got flung aside by brute force.
“Rrrgh…”
Replacing him stood a “giant” studded with twisted horns, muscles rippling under raw, skinless flesh. Human? Barely.
A spiked tail lashed behind it.
The thing looked near-demonic.
Behind it shuffled others wielding “divine grace weapons.” Like the first two, their bodies showed horrifying mutations—clearly the same breed.
However, only the guy who had just checked the murals could speak to the "boss."
They were the "Chaos followers," also called the "chaos pirates" roaming in the Ether Sea.
…
The Chaos Demon Gods had not only demons but also mortals who joined them and gained the power of chaos.
Most of these people turned to chaos willingly.
Instead of dying in a hopeless fight with their souls vanishing, they chose to become Chaos followers, helping their master destroy the Bubble World. They hoped to "upgrade" and get a place in the demon world after its end.
To make sure, they often signed contracts with the Chaos Demon Gods, thinking the written words would protect their interests.
But demons were always better at twisting words than mortals.
The sly Chaos Demon Gods outdid even demons in trickery.
To the demon gods, the mortal traitors and Chaos followers were just another bunch of fun "things."
The Chaos Demon Gods never planned to keep their promises.
They often betrayed their own kind in the Chaos Council, so why honor deals with lowly mortals?
So most who joined chaos didn’t get the status they wanted; the "powerful" ones only "upgraded" to the lowest demon slaves.
They became "people above people," but only managed mortal slaves ruined by chaos corruption. Any mid-level demon could end their lives.
Even traitors who won battles weren’t allowed into the trunk of the Fantasy Tree of Subspace.
They got stuck on hell patrol ships, only roaming near the Fantasy Tree of Subspace or sent to wrecked Bubble Worlds to survive alone.
But those with battle wins, though rotten, often had skills. Some strong Chaos followers turned into "chaos pirates."
They showed some demon traits already.
A few powerful ones could match the strength of the Despair Demon or the Demon Prince.
These folks formed "chaos alliance" after "chaos alliance," their souls twisted by chaotic power. Some had to kill and torture prey to stay sane, while others hoarded treasures and slept on piles of gold.
This pushed them to keep venturing out and wandering the Ether Sea.
Over time, most Chaos followers grew used to this life.
For example, the pirate crew here made searching ruined Bubble Worlds for leftover treasure to feed their endless greed part of living.
They didn’t see themselves as pitiful.
They could even laugh out loud.
“Hahahaha…”
“Praise the evil god!”
“Uh…”
This big guy, mostly a demon now, scratched his head.
“Which one should we praise again?”
“Hey! Doctor!”
“You know a lot, so tell us!”
How could one raid a tomb without bringing someone with some knowledge?
“Ah…”
The disgusting, punk-like figure who had just been pushed aside slowly pulled himself out from the wall.
Chaos corrosion, or what the pirates called the "Blessing of Chaos," was not entirely a bad thing; at least it greatly enhanced his physical constitution.
After being roughly shoved, he was perfectly fine.
Upon hearing that he had to speak, “Doctor” immediately got excited.
“Listen to me!”
“Listen up!”
“That foolish Will of the Bubble World was called ‘Saraph.’”
“The Chaos Demon God had already made a deal for her, even prepared a position as a core councilor for her.”
“But in the end, she rejected it all; it embarrassed the Chaos Demon God, who had no choice but to completely destroy her; at that time, the great First Demon God Barbatos, the great Second Demon God Agareth, and the great Sixth Demon God Walifer extracted all her power, turning her into a lonely wandering spirit.”
“And leading this perfect plan was the Fourth Councilor, Samikina.”
“To mock her, the Fourth Councilor even used the immense power drawn from her to forge a new demon god, who was then inducted into the Core Council of Chaos.”
“So, we should praise…”
“The great Samikina!”
…
The prayer quickly came to an end.
After praising the chaos deities, the group of pirates began to scatter and collect their trophies.
“This was nice.”
“Look, this gem was huge!”
“Could we pry it loose?”
“And this box of gold!”
“Hurry! Move it!”
The Doctor watched the distorted pirates joyfully prying and transporting their treasure, pleased with the bountiful haul.
However, his brow was tightly furrowed.
After some thought, he approached the “Boss,” who was prying at a gem set in the statue of a man with the head of an eagle.
The statue stood three meters tall, wielding a sharp curved blade; even after thousands of years, the weapon remained sharp, gleaming with a terrifying cold light!
“Boss, when I arrived, I sensed that something was off here.”
“After entering this ancient tomb, I also saw some strange root systems; those roots seemed to contain strange powers that repulsed me.”
“What if we quit while we were ahead?”
His suggestion received positive responses.
“Alright!”
“Let me knock this gem free!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
With each strike from the “Boss,” the ostrich-egg-sized gem loosened further, and the greed in the “Boss’s” eyes grew stronger.
At that moment…
“Whoosh—!”
The statue of the man with the head of an eagle lowered the hands that were previously clasped around its chest.
The steel curved blade shimmered with a terrifying cold gleam!