CHAPTER 527: CHAPTER 447: LET THE CARNIVAL BEGIN!

The Nether Sea surged, with waves crashing against the rocks on the shore, creating white sprays.

Lette stood by the coast, with the statue of the Flesh Sea God carved into the rock behind him.

As the part-time Sea God of the Holy Light Great World, the composition of Flesh Believers is incredibly complex.

Aside from inheriting a vast number of original Sea God believers, namely the entire Sea Clan, it also includes original followers from the Blood Flesh Evil God stage, coastal city believers developed after becoming the Sea God, and Flesh Angels created by Lette.

Subsequently, during a gamble with the Life God System in the Divine Realm, Lette unexpectedly gained a large batch of Demon believers for the Flesh Sea God.

This group of believers, due to their unique identities, has always been stationed in the misty seabed area, assisting the Flesh Angels in garrisoning.

However, it’s undeniable that this job is a bit too wasteful for them.

After all, the duty of an Angel is to guard, but the nature of a Demon is to destroy.

Having them help garrison is almost more unbearable than killing them.

Fortunately, the station is located in the deep sea, an environment more suitable for them to exercise their beloved muscles, which is why they persevered.

And now, a massive Summoning Array slowly rose from the Nether Sea.

A Death God sensed something unusual and peeked out from the waves, preparing to see what was going on.

But as soon as he saw it was Lette taking action, he immediately dove back into the Nether Sea.

Even though the Death Gods are spokespersons for the great will of the Nether Sea, they keep a respectful distance from Lette.

Especially since this man has received full authorization from the great will of the Nether Sea, practically acting as a Proxy Death God.

In terms of ratings, even as a full-time employee, there’s no way he could manage Lette, this temporary worker.

Not to mention, this temporary worker is a walking disaster generator.

"Lilith was right. Summoning immortal creatures and undead species from the Nether Sea’s Nether Beach in the Mortal World is relatively easy.

But summoning living beings here is quite difficult.

Perhaps, this is the difference between going downstream and upstream.

Nevertheless, I’m summoning Demons!"

With a buzzing sound, under Lette’s manipulation, the entire array underwent an earth-shattering transformation, causing the entire Nether Beach to tremble.

As lights ignited, squad after squad of Demons emerged from the Nether Sea! Bathed in blood, with fierce glints in their eyes.

They stood before Lette, neatly kneeling down.

In their perception, Lette exudes the same Divine Power as the Flesh Sea God.

This man must be the Divine Envoy of the Sea God!

And in fact, that was the case.

Lette’s true form was left in the Holy Flame Bone City, with Lilith taking care of it.

He himself fashioned a body, projected his will into it, and traveled to the coast of the Nether Sea to summon these Blood Meat Demons.

It was just because last time he descended into the Big Guy’s body and enjoyed a sweet victory in a battle with Baklov.

Manipulating the situation from the outside, what’s more fun than personally getting involved?

If descent is so convenient, why not come in person and teach them hand-to-hand? Isn’t that delightful?

"Divine Envoy, what should we do next?"

Lette stood there with his hands behind his back, his body originating from the Mushroom Beast army of the Sulfur Mountain Range, thus his streamlined muscles were quite elegant.

This was definitely a symbol of status and glory in the Flesh God Sect, evident from the devout and envious glances from the Demons.

"Ahem, how many of you are there in total?"

The Demon Leader quickly reported: "Divine Envoy, we are all out here this time, a total of three thousand!"

"Three thousand, huh..."

The Demon Leader felt a pang of anxiety. Before joining the Flesh God Sect, he was a mid-level leader in the Demon Realm, with a basic understanding of the Netherworld’s Nether Beach.

Nether Beach is the lair of Immortal Creatures, whose biggest feature is being cheap and large in numbers, often moving in tens of thousands.

Three thousand is a force that cannot be ignored in the Demon Realm or the Mortal World.

But on Nether Beach, it seems a bit out of place. It’s fine for small battles, but forget about the big ones.

The key issue is that their forces have a very complex composition.

They’re Demons yet belong to the Flesh Sea God’s believers within the Holy Light Divine Court.

Replenishing the force mostly relies on jokes.

"Divine Envoy, though three thousand isn’t many, each of us is elite! We won’t delay the Divine Envoy’s mission at all!"

Lette smiled slightly, not worried about three thousand being too few. On the contrary, it was a bit more than he initially estimated.

Because what he planned to do this time required elite forces!

The best forces were individually strong but extremely slim in numbers.

Too many would instead have an adverse effect.

"Three thousand, that’s enough."

Lette stood in front of the Demons with his hands behind his back and asked, "You are now in the Netherworld’s Nether Beach, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

The Demons looked at each other, and after a moment of contemplation, the Leader cautiously answered.

"Divine Envoy, we haven’t felt any discomfort.

We used to live in the Demon Realm, where the living conditions were much worse than here. By comparison, the deep sea floor of the Holy Light Great World was more uncomfortable.

Here, it feels like home to us."

Lette nodded in satisfaction, it seemed things were as he imagined.

Demons from the harsh environment of the Demon Realm are not bothered by hardship. Comfortable environments would, instead, throw them into a frenzy.

"Since you don’t have any trouble adapting, immediately enter battle readiness. The task is pressing, the sooner we start, the better!"

"Yes! Divine Envoy!"

The Demon Leader promptly straightened up, as did the Flesh Demons behind him.

"But, Divine Envoy, what exactly is our task?"

Lette smiled slyly, revealing his white teeth.

"Chaos."

"Chaos?"

The Demon Leader was initially stunned, then was suddenly inspired, instantly understanding Lette’s intention.

"Divine Envoy means for us three thousand Demons to create chaos on the Nether Beach, thoroughly stirring up this stagnant water to let other brother units fish in troubled waters?"

With this, the Demon pounded his chest: "Rest assured, my lord, we are Demons. Perhaps we aren’t good at many things, but creating chaos is undoubtedly our forte!"

Lette waggled his finger: "No, no, no, we never create chaos, we merely transport chaos.

This place, Nether Beach, has been too stable for far too long!

I want you to start a massive wave here!

Biting and tearing with the Gate of Truth alone isn’t fun enough?

Let the whole Nether Beach join this marvelous feast of frenzy!

Up on the table to eat, or on the table as the meal.

Oh Demons, have you prepared your cutlery?"