A huge whirlpool appeared right in front of the Pyotr. It was a rift in the mortal realm, through which one could enter the mysterious lands that had been shut off to the rest of the netherworld for over a century on end.

Ivantov stood aboard the Pyotr, drifting into it together with the Alkebulan fleet. His mind was already dull and buzzing numbly, and he could no longer see or hear anything clearly.

Whoosh… The Anglo remained completely still until the moment they were spat out from the other side of the vortex. At once, they saw a city appear right in front of their eyes, together with the adjoining Ashmound Port.

In the past, they would have been elated to see landfall after sailing for such a long period of time. But now…

His heart was simply filled with shock and awe.

It was just any human being’s reaction when they saw Heaven for the very first time. Who would dare look up and gaze at the gods straight in the eye, or openly marvel at the glorious golden gates?

It didn’t occur to Ivantov that he hadn’t even taken a proper look at the appearances of any Emissaries of Hell. After all, it was deeply etched in his heart never to look a god directly in the eye…

“My Lord…” Just then, the lips of one of his adjutants quivered as he recalled the orders of the...