Abyss Summoner

"A legendary slave?"

Chen Feng witnessed something irrational.

In most cases, the legendary tier has long crossed the boundary from mere flesh and blood, reaching a realm unfathomable and terrifying to ordinary people.

Take the Legendary Flame Demon, for instance, as a Demon Lord, it couldn’t possibly be a slave to be bought and sold here. A legendary slave—what could this mean? Such a being would require epic-tier forces and several high-tier masters working together to subdue. Thus, Chen Feng couldn’t fathom why such a powerful existence would appear in such a lowly slave queue.

"Illogical!"

Chen Feng focused his gaze on this slave lineup, murmuring, "What on earth is going on?"

The slave master was a ghost witch, a race skilled in trade. They appeared ugly, resembling witches practicing black magic, unsightly, face aged, especially their eyes, perpetually cold like a corpse, unable to be stirred by anything.

But now, her behavior was peculiar—no, not just peculiar, it could be described as downright eerie.

The ghost witch wielded a spiked whip above the Enchanting Demon’s body. Originally indifferent, her pupils now glowed crimson as she wildly tortured the Enchanting Demon!

Wearing only a thin garment, the Enchanting Demon had been whipped countless times until her clothes were torn, exposing her delicate physique, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. Yet, this drew no pity from the ghost witch; on the contrary, upon seeing her in this state, her body trembled involuntarily, the whip lashing like a storm upon her!

An oppressive scream resonated!

The Enchanting Demon’s clothing was completely shredded, her body marred, not a patch of good skin remaining, the whip’s sharp barbs tearing her flesh, where blood trickled, staining the ground, quickly bathing the Enchanting Demon in her own blood.

Her milky white skin contrasted by scarlet blood—this undoubtedly provided a strong visual impact, the pain seemingly unbearable for the Enchanting Demon. She bit her inner lip, allowing her mouth to fill with blood, yet not uttering a single word of plea.

Trembling!

Not the Enchanting Demon, but the ghost witch!

Throughout the abuse, the ghost witch seemed to find some satisfaction, her face reddening, eyes bloodshot, her arm snapping the whip faster, each lash seemingly her last. Her life’s effort in each strike!

Another blood mark surfaced!

The Enchanting Demon perhaps could finally endure no more of this torment, and from her bloodstained lips, a faint moan escaped. But at this moment, the ghost witch ceased her actions, excitedly observing everything before her like a tireless machine finally completing its task.

Perhaps...

She needed a break.

"Bang!"

The ghost witch fell to the ground with a satisfied smile, her once cold eyes still reminiscing the enjoyment from seconds before, thus death seemed not hard to accept for her.

"Have you seen enough?"

A seductive voice came from the Enchanting Demon, who suddenly opened her eyes, lacking fear and confusion, instead filled with a hint of mischief and amusement, as if she noticed Chen Feng’s secret move long ago, but chose not to expose it.

This could easily be misunderstood.

Like a crowded carriage where you witness a wolfish man assaulting a girl, but after a moment, the girl doesn’t blame the man; instead, she turns to look at you and says gently, "Did you enjoy it?"

Enjoy.

Yet this exuded eeriness at every turn.

Now, the Enchanting Demon no longer hid her power. As bits of energy gathered on the young girl, the legendary force unique to her permeated her body, the chains binding her snapped one by one, and she reached for a robe beside her and donned it before grabbing the whip from the ghost witch’s hand.

She stood there, smiling brilliantly, but at that moment, Chen Feng felt as if facing a great threat, no longer suppressing his power, the aura of a strong one began to spread.

"I’m just passing through."

After speaking.

Chen Feng turned around and headed off in another direction. The Enchanting Demon kept her eyes on Chen Feng’s back, her expression showing a hint of curiosity, but she eventually abandoned her plans because this ritual is performed once a month, and overuse would render it ineffective.

As a legendary figure, her formidable recovery ability allowed her to feel her wounds gradually healing. A trace of satisfied intoxication appeared on the Enchanting Demon’s face. Crossing her legs, everything around her fell into silence, and at that moment, she experienced some sort of ascension.

Chen Feng could be certain of one thing.

The other party was a legendary figure.

From the way she took pleasure in torture, there was an eighty percent chance that the Evil God she worshiped was the Goddess of Torture, Lavita.

Lavita is an aggressive, domineering, and fearless goddess, guardian of all tormentors, sadists, and oppressors. Her nature is both ruthless and calculating. The goddess of pain enjoys inflicting pain, whether physical or psychological, and she precisely targets the weaknesses of her victims’ beliefs. Unlike most bullies who use violence to subdue their victims, she flawlessly manipulates human selfishness to advance her plans.

The priests of the goddess of torture would whip themselves in the morning, then kneel and pray for Divine Technique. On a particular day of each month, her believers hold a ritual called "Pure Pain"—the priests walk barefoot on barbed wire, spikes, or broken glass, forming a circle to chant hymns and dance in offering.

Moreover, the High-tier priests make some people lash themselves with long whips, believing that this brings them closer to the goddess and earns her favor.

The Church of the Goddess of Torture has even been condemned by some righteous individuals as a canon of evil.

This world is full of pain and torment, so the only thing we can do is to face these inevitable sufferings and reciprocate more pain to those who cause us grief.

Mercy is the best companion to injury and suffering because it is only with the foil of mercy that torment can be intensified. Remember, endless cruelty and torment will only incite the tormented to rise in rebellion, so occasionally (on a whim) stop the torment and provide unexpected consolation and healing, making them unable to grasp the goddess’s intentions, so that ignorant people crave the mercy of the goddess of torture.

Long whips, fire, and cold are the three most useful tools the goddess bestows upon her followers. Whenever believers inflict torture and punishment, they should proclaim the teachings of Lavita. Pain is the most comprehensive trial; it fortifies spiritual resilience and allows those who endure to achieve true happiness.

Only those who know the goddess’s teachings can administer true punishment and torment. Wherever there is a whip, there is the goddess Lavita. Revere Lavita and long for her grace.

Demon, torture, long whip.

All these signs indicate that the Enchanting Demon’s faith originates from the Goddess of Torture. Seldom are there organizations with proper principles in the Abyss, where even deities with considerable power are tainted by chaos after countless years in the Abyss.

Here, there are customs beyond your imagination, as evidenced just moments ago by a legendary figure willingly binding herself to the grandstand for others to humiliate.

Perhaps she completed a sacrifice, but to Chen Feng, it was something so incredulous.

Legendary Enchanting Demon.

"Perhaps I can try to divulge some information to her. With legendary power, she likely wields considerable influence within the Church. She might possess the ability to pray to the Divine Spirit, just like Elwin."

A thought surfaced in Chen Feng’s mind.

This is a good idea.

Muddy the waters. Even though Chen Feng possesses legendary power, he cannot control the course of this conspiracy. It would be better to muddy this pond completely, thereby naturally increasing his chances of survival.

However, Chen Feng couldn’t personally discuss this matter with her. Who knows if she is a target recruited by Dengshi City? Besides, even if she’s innocent and not an ally of Dengshi City, after living countless years in the Abyss, she has long lost the most basic trust.

Only trust thirty percent; this is the most basic common sense in the Abyss!

Chen Feng shook his head, and after a period of deliberation, he decided to abandon this idea. He had already shared the information with Rose, and even though she hadn’t responded, it didn’t mean she wasn’t paying attention. If the Goddess of Torture descends, it would undoubtedly diminish Rose’s goodwill towards him.

Compared to a homeless wandering Evil God, Rose is a ruler on a level, both in terms of power and followers. They aren’t in the same league.

Chen Feng decided against revealing the information to the Enchanting Demon. He chose to become an observer, witnessing both the happening and their demise.

At this moment, a mischievous thought even crossed Chen Feng’s mind: if the entity supporting the council were to whip the Enchanting Demon, would she still smile as brightly as before?