Abyss Summoner

The outskirts of the Bone Plain, here lies the boundary between the Abyss and the Undead World, and in this place, there exists an extraordinary force.

This force is not considered a stronghold because its master is not a legendary Demon Lord.

Nevertheless, a Kobold establishing power in such a perilous place as the Abyss is already a remarkable accomplishment.

Compared to Demons, Kobolds are among the rare intelligent creatures in the Abyss, giving some Kobold Military Advisors a pathway to advance.

The path to advancement of this Kobold is quite legendary. Originally a slave to a legendary Frenzy Demon, it was promoted as a proper Warrior due to its astonishing spellcasting Talent. Over the next decade, the Kobold successively achieved feats, eventually becoming the right hand of the Frenzy Demon.

However, perhaps the environment affects everything. In this land devoid of morality and emotions, any creature could easily become a betrayer at any moment.

Most battles occur between Demons and Devils, and as a brutal war was nearing its end, the Kobold used certain tactics to oust its former master, becoming the new ruler of this area.

The Kobold’s strength in this area is not the strongest, but intelligence is a valuable asset. Utilizing wisdom, it quickly subjugated some powerful figures. Some rumors suggest a certain Devil powerhouse lurks behind it, since the Frenzy Demon’s death was mysterious. According to conspiracy theories, the Kobold is undoubtedly a traitor aligned with the Devils.

But one undeniable fact is its possession of intelligence surpassing Demons. It did not occupy this place with force like the previous Frenzy Demon, but instead built it into a massive trading post, similar to the auctions hosted by Elwin, dedicated to attracting nearby Demons and dark creatures for trade.

Demons also have their own circulating currency, and during each transaction, the Kobold extracts part of the wealth as compensation. In a short period of operation, it has become one of the few rich men in the surrounding area!

The rule of this world is simple!

Strength is everything!

The Kobold is aware of its weakness in strength, and for this reason, it spends half of its earnings to appease the strong surrounding it. Since Demons rely on the Kobold’s power for trading, between them lies some murky dealings.

And at this trading post, some death match tournaments are held irregularly.

Similar to certain fighting competitions, but with bloodshed multiplied thousands of times. The famous past life fighting tournaments were somewhat staged, where competitors created a sense of tension to manipulate the audience’s emotions.

Faking it in the Abyss?

That’s absolutely impossible!

The sole requirement for these death matches is for a single life to walk off the arena. During combat, there are no rules whatsoever.

The ultimate purpose of this competitive style is merely to produce a winner. As for the techniques used in combat, attacking weaknesses, or employing any underhanded tactics—none of that is important. What’s important is who can claim victory!

This very much aligns with the values of Demons!

As a group of exceptionally pragmatic beings, their concern is always results!

The arena, covering over ten thousand square feet, is filled with the overwhelming sounds of roaring.

With the rumbling sounds, the Death Arena of this city of Demons has entered into a feverish stage.

Recently featured was a Golden Tier Jackal-wolfman against a Four-armed Serpent Demon. Even though the Jackal-wolfman initially gained the upper hand, pressing the Four-armed Serpent Demon to the extreme, the Serpent Demon, at a crucial moment, used terrifying speed to slice off one of the Jackal-wolfman’s paws, and the fate of the paw-less Jackal-wolfman was clear.

Ultimately, under the merciless onslaught of the Four-armed Serpent Demon, the Jackal-wolfman possessing immense power was turned into minced meat without leaving a single complete piece of flesh. This, without doubt, ignited the Demons’ violent hearts, with horrific shouts akin to a dozen level storm, seemingly about to destroy this main venue completely!

The Frenzy aura spreads.

In the visible sightline, groups of Demons, numbering over ten thousand, have gathered. This event attracted many surrounding mid-tier Demons whose strength fluctuates between Silver Tier and Silver Peak. Their chaotic nature makes them fond of slaughter and bloodshed, and the slaughter atmosphere before them is undoubtedly their greatest pleasure!

A short figure stands in the center of the arena.

It is none other than the creator of this city, the Kobold Vlad.

If it were merely a regular event, this renowned figure would not bother hosting, but this is the quadrennial feast, with a total of sixteen contestants participating in the final championship, all Golden powerhouses. According to some peculiar qualifying rules, only one victor will emerge.

What does this foreshadow?

Fifteen of the lofty Golden powerhouses will fall in this battle!

Fighting for profit pays off. For the victor, the reward besides wealth includes a vast quantity of souls and mysterious potions. With such amassed riches, even a pig could become a legendary powerhouse!

For this reason, whenever the quadrennial death match tournament begins, countless Demons are thrilled, thereby joining in this grand event!

"Welcome to the Death Arena!"

The Kobold Vlad stands at the center of the arena, his sly sparkling eyes observing everyone, excitedly saying: "This is the four-year event!"

"During the week-long period, eight contestants have died, but they do not deserve our mourning. Compared to those corpses and rotten flesh, we should instead cheer for the victorious Warriors with the most exuberant voice!"

"Audience!"

"The competition has entered the quarter-finals selection. The rules have undergone some adjustments compared to before. To increase the challenge, the eight victors will all battle simultaneously, but in the end, only one victor will emerge!"

"This is a death brawl for the ages. Please give these Warriors a round of enthusiastic applause!"

Saying this, the Kobold Vlad casts a meaningful glance at the competing contestants, with a flash of red in his eyes as he solemnly declares, "Now, let the battle begin!"

A loud cheer arises!

The Demons watching shout excitedly, anticipating all that is about to unfold. It seems that the scorching flame-like corpses of those powerhouses are enough to boil their blood!