Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1455 - 1383: The New Master of Bloodstained Elegance

Tokyo, Japan, World Federation Headquarters.

Wang Xinrong, Secretary-General of the World Federation Security Council, was sitting in his spacious and bright office.

He was a rare Chinese in the World Federation, standing out among a group of Japanese and European high officials. However, he had immigrated to Japan at a young age, so much so that he spoke Japanese better than Chinese.

Opposite Wang Xinrong’s desk sat a man in his thirties, with wild long hair, wearing a jacket and ripped jeans, resembling a street rock singer, starkly contrasting with Wang Xinrong’s business suit.

The western wall of the office was a large screen, broadcasting Huang Yi’s coronation ceremony live. Huang Yi, wearing the Crown of Thorns, surveyed his surroundings like an emperor.

For a moment, the God of Slaughter’s gaze swept past the camera, piercing the screen, and met the eyes of the two individuals watching the broadcast.

"In the virtual world, there’s no one left who can defeat him!" Wang Xinrong stared at the screen and said.

"So, you decided to eliminate him in the real world?" the long-haired man said.

Wang Xinrong cast a glance at the long-haired man and nodded: "Yes! Otherwise, we wouldn’t have sought you out. You are our best agent."

The long-haired man stared at Huang Yi on the screen, squinting his eyes, and said: "I am merely the best agent of the World Federation, but he is the best agent in the whole world. Those of us in this line of work know exactly how terrifying he is; to go after him is nothing short of suicidal!"

"But you are the only one most likely to complete this task." Wang Xinrong fixed his gaze on the long-haired man, "We all know you are the most loyal, which is why we’ve invested so much in your training over the years. As long as it’s for the World Federation, no matter what you have to do, you will do it, even if it means certain death!"

"I’m not afraid of dying!" The long-haired man shook his head, becoming emotionally agitated, "I’m just afraid that what I do will be meaningless. Even if I manage to assassinate Huang Yi, will it change the current state of the World Federation? Look at the outside world, how many people are cursing the World Federation, and how many negative narratives about us are circulated online. We’ve lost the people’s support! This isn’t something that can be solved by assassinating a single Huang Yi. Years ago, when you ordered me to assassinate those political leaders, I said that this method wouldn’t secure long-term rule for the World Federation, but who listened then? Yes! I’m just a pawn that you nurtured! A killing tool! You only want me to obediently follow your orders without having any other thoughts."

Wang Xinrong shrugged, his face emotionless, and said: "This is what the higher-ups decided, I’m just conveying the message! Soon, you’ll be sentenced, then sent to Rose Prison. Once there, you must find a way to kill Huang Yi..."

...

Virtual World.

Inside a dark hall of the Demon Clan.

The Heavenly Demon was kneeling respectfully on the ground, not daring to breathe.

At the far end of the hall, a massive throne stood, where the King of Hell sat alone, motionless, like a statue.

No sound came from beneath the empty hood, like a clothes hanger.

The silence in the hall was terrifying, like a still photograph.

A spider crawled slowly past the Heavenly Demon, its "rustling" sound clear, leaving a trail on the hall’s dusty floor.

The King of Hell finally extended a hand, gently waving it toward the kneeling Heavenly Demon.

The next moment, a mass of red flew downward with an overwhelming momentum.

It was a red cloak, bright as blood, making a "whoosh" sound like liquid as it moved, as if it contained an endless sea of blood.

The Heavenly Demon was slightly startled but quickly recognized the item—

Bloodstained Elegance!

It was the magical instrument of the Blood Demon, who was obliterated along with it during the apocalypse of The Second World a few days ago after the Queen of Agony’s death. When the Demon Clan retreated, the King of Hell took it back with him.

Unexpectedly, the King of Hell was now throwing this magical instrument to him!

The Heavenly Demon instinctively reached out, catching the cloak, his hands immediately stained with blood. He even felt enveloped in a boundless sea of blood.

From within the King of Hell’s hood, his voice finally emerged: "The Blood Demon is dead. This Bloodstained Elegance is my gift to you! I hope losing the Magic Dragon Wings was your last mistake. From now on, you are allowed only success, not failure!"

"Why reward me instead of the Spirit Demon?" The Heavenly Demon’s expression was complex as he carefully touched the Bloodstained Elegance and cautiously asked.

He knew well that the Spirit Demon held a much higher status within the Demon Clan than he did, and the King of Hell valued the Spirit Demon more, at least as the Spirit Demon hadn’t had any significant failures. If the King of Hell were to reward someone with a treasure now, he would surely think of the Spirit Demon first, not him.

"The Spirit Demon already has the Blade of Agony! Giving him the Bloodstained Elegance as well would be inappropriate. These are both complete magic instruments, not cultivated by him step by step. Managing both would be difficult for him." the King of Hell said indifferently.

Previously, when the Queen of Agony was killed by Huang Yi, her magic instrument, the Blade of Agony, was not dropped. The magical instruments of The Seven Archdemons are often stored in their microcosms to maintain stability, and typically, their avatars use projections of these instruments to fight, seldom employing the actual instruments. After the Queen of Agony’s death, her Blade of Agony remained in her microcosm, which the King of Hell had now rewarded to the Spirit Demon, significantly enhancing the Spirit Demon’s power. Even in the dangerous Xuanhuang World, the Spirit Demon would possess great self-defense capabilities.

The Heavenly Demon finally calmed down, recognizing that the Bloodstained Elegance truly belonged to him and wouldn’t suddenly be taken back and given to the Spirit Demon one day.

"Thank you, my Lord King of Hell!" After expressing his gratitude, the Heavenly Demon hurriedly draped the Bloodstained Elegance over himself, his entire aura transforming, as if he had emerged from a sea of blood.

"Next, I have a mission for you!" From within the King of Hell’s hood came a cold voice, "We must avenge the Queen of Agony’s affair. Though the God of Slaughter is the culprit, the First World is truly to blame, and they must pay a heavy price. You will go to the First World to assassinate the members of the Barbarian God Temple and the Nagas’ Divine Domain. Being the Heaven-Sent Man, you possess numerous special techniques, and as long as you act shrewdly, they will find it challenging to catch you."

"What about the God of Slaughter? Are we just letting him go?"

"The Spirit Demon will deal with the God of Slaughter! When the Spirit Demon returns, that will be the day The Second World falls."