Bizarre Realm-Chapter 122 - 38: The Last Fire Thief! Legacy of the Abyss! [End of Volume 2]

He looked up at the Aemon in front of him, his voice hoarse: "Are you saying they deceived me?"

Aemon turned his head and said calmly: "Not entirely deceived, perhaps."

"The Butcher indeed did many things in secret for you, even killed one of my reliable assistants."

"But you are an important pawn in the hands of the Demigods, and there are some things even he can’t do anything about."

"According to my script, after you left the high walls, my subordinates would have tried to take you away directly. But unfortunately, the lurking Whisperers were wiped out by them."

"From the very beginning, they never intended to let you live, because with the Rotting Egg Mother implanted in you, the final path to ascension can only lead to becoming one of them, a new Demigod Witch Demon."

Aemon was more patient than anyone Shawn had encountered before, and his words seemed incredibly sincere. He said softly: "The Butcher wanted you to have more humanity before becoming a Witch Demon, so he tried to send you to the reality world."

"To experience everything a mortal does."

"Lady Hecate could be considered the protector he chose for you. Without her protection, you would have been transformed into an Undead Corpse Witch long ago."

"The Butcher is a qualified guide."

Aemon applauded and praised: "He is different from us, he is a truly good person. It’s a pity he is too weak."

Shawn looked up and stared at the Aemon in front of him. His mind was very confused now, unable to distinguish clearly. His knowledge was restless as he slowly asked: "And you? Why did you capture me here?"

This was a majestic palace, located very high, towering into the clouds, with a view of hazy mountains and earth in the distance.

"I am not like them."

"I am a Devil. Before entering the Bizarre Realm, I was already a Devil. A soul from the Otherworld." Aemon calmly looked at Shawn in front of him and said: "As for why I brought you here, I just didn’t want the last Foreigner to also be domesticated by them."

"There are enough Witch Demons in this world already!"

"They have wasted your potential, almost turning you into a weak waste!"

After speaking, Aemon bowed to Shawn in a gesture of welcome and smiled: "Shawn. Welcome to Abyss City!"

Teleported!

Shawn’s figure was directly transported by Aemon to the balcony. From his position looking down, amidst the gray fog, there was a towering spire, and right below his line of sight was a magnificent, grand city.

Tall buildings scattered below, with many pedestrians flowing through them. Shawn’s gaze penetrated the fog, seeing groups of mercenaries, gray Dwarfs carrying heavy War Axes, cold and solitary Dark Elves, strange half-Demons with peculiar horns, short Half-Elves and Dwarfs weaving through the crowds, glimpses of Enchanting Demon maidens dancing lightly in the taverns, rugged strong Wild Beastmen drinking heavily, opposite a more hulking, fierce Ogre. Towards the city gate stood Giants as tall as mountains, above the towering city walls one could see the hideous figures of Devils, Demons, and Evil Demons patrolling.

Here, not only were there humans, but all legendary Non-human Races, and even mythical creatures!

A terrifying screech sounded.

In the rolling clouds, fierce Flying Dragon variants soared through the sky, looking like the Ring Spirits’ dragon mounts, their tattered wings spanning more than ten meters. On their backs were strange and powerful half-Dragon riders. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Everything in front of him brought Shawn an incredibly powerful visual impact!

He murmured: "Is this the Bizarre Realm?"

Aemon smiled, poured Shawn a cup of Blood Wine, and handed it to him, whispering: "Yes. The Bizarre Realm. This is not the reality world. But here is the true reality."

"They told you that only the Clockwork Nirvana Twelve Realms is the refuge for humans, right."

"Indeed."

"Although it’s a miracle for humans, a miracle of destiny, many people outside that place have not given up on reality. Strictly speaking, it is just the shelter for ordinary people."

"This is Abyss City."

"One of the territories of the seven ancient Witch Kings. My other identity is the City Lord of Abyss City."

Aemon waved to disperse the gray fog.

At the end of Shawn’s sight, he saw a vast plain, where a large number of fields were cultivated, planting many unknown crops, but working in the fields were not ordinary farmers, but skeletons and bones, busy like farmers on the vast plains.

Farther away was a pasture, where they did not raise ordinary animals, but various ferocious, brutal beasts, exuding a hint of corruption, fierce, wild, and highly aggressive.

There are quite a few Undead Wizards here.

No!

Among them were even many Druids, fallen Withered ones, sowing on lands filled with death and decay.

Here, life and death intertwined.

Elves, Dwarfs, Dwarves, Half-Elves, Lizardmen, Dragon Descendants, half-Dragon people, Beastmen, Giants, Ogres, Devils, Demons, Aberrations, etc., in the Abyss City below, Shawn could see almost every legendary race recorded in secret archives.

But there was not a single ordinary person!

All the residents of Abyss City, including humans, were all Transcendents. Even just the tavern maidens, roadside attendants, and apprentices in the blacksmith shops, Shawn did not see any trace of ordinary people.