Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 482: Finished Calling

Of all the realms Morvius had to visit, Hell was the one he dreaded most. It wasn’t fear that troubled him but rather the chaos and volatile nature of its rulers.

The Demons were powerful and essential to the balance of cosmic forces, but they were also aggressive, unpredictable, and unbound by the same codes that governed Celestials or Angels.

Still, he had no choice. This attack would required every force and the Demon race had to be tols as well.

He had sent a message ahead, addressed specifically to Demon King Bael—the oldest, and arguably the most diplomatic of the Demon Kings. If there was any chance for order in this meeting, it was through Bael.

Now, Morvius stood at the threshold of the Hell dominion.

The realm of Hell yawned open like a colossal wound in space, a vast plane of obsidian earth and burning rivers that flowed like arteries of fire.

The air shimmered with heat, carrying the scent of brimstone and ancient blood.

Towering spires jutted from the cracked ground like jagged teeth, and the Demons watched silently from the edges of vision.

Morvius stepped forward while unfazed by the eyes looking at him.

As he crossed the black bridge over the river, the immense pressure of Hell’s magic energy pressed against his own magic shield. His white coat rippled as if in a storm, but his expression remained composed.

The horned and towering guardians at the gate recognized him instantly. Their molten eyes narrowed, but they did not speak only stepped aside and allowed him through.

He entered Bael’s palace, a structure of dark marble and burning veins of magma.

Morvius passed through long corridors lit by crimson braziers, until at last he arrived at the great hall.

There, upon a throne of volcanic stone, sat Bael.

The Demon King was massive, his skin the color of scorched bronze, his hair long and black like a river of oil.

His glowing eyes regarded Morvius with curiosity and calculation. His presence filled the chamber.

"Well, Director," Bael rumbled. "You don’t visit us yourself unless the skies themselves are falling. What’s the matter now?"

Morvius gave a respectful nod, standing in the center of the room without fear.

"I bring the same message I delivered to Celestial realm and Eden realm," he said. "The anomalies have been located."

Bael leaned forward slightly, interest sharpening.

"The one who caused all of this? "

Morvius nodded. "Yes, Demon King Bael. I am very certain about this."

Bael’s fingers curled against the armrest of his throne. "And you want us to go to attack them."

"This is not a request," Morvius replied quietly. "This is a convergence. The Celeatials, Eden, and now Hell. All realms must align. They didn’t realize that I already located them. We have the element of surprise."

The room fell silent.

Then Bael rose, and the flames in the hall seemed to respond to him, dancing higher.

"This still going to be dangerous. But this is maybe the only chance."

He stepped down from his throne, his voice now serious.

"I’ll call the other Kings and told them about this. If what you say is true, then Hell cannot ignore it."

Morvius gave a small bow.

"Prepare your forces quickly," he said. "The Bureau will coordinate the rest."

Bael turned away, already speaking to a shadow at the edge of the room.

Morvius wasted no time. He vanished into the door again and got out of the palace.

Morvius exhaled relieved breath. He had done it. All three pillars of the cosmos were now in motion.

Celestials would readied the otherr gods. Eden summoned its Angels. Hell stirred its Demons.

The stars would soon witness a war unlike anything written in creation.

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Agatha appeared after about thirty minutes, the soft hum of spatial magic marking her arrival.

Clyde was already sitting on a fractured pillar, legs dangling, one hand propping up his cheek. He glanced up with a frown as the air shimmered and she stepped through.

"You’re late," he muttered, tone laced with boredom and mild annoyance.

Agatha tilted her head, giving him a cheeky smile. "Sorry. You wait long?"

Clyde rolled his eyes and stood. "Yeah. I’m busy, you know."

From his Inventory, he pulled out the materials, each pulsing faintly with restrained power. The Myrraline Shards,

Waking Roots, and Fleshglass Bloom.

All of them were wrapped carefully in layers of shimmering magical seal.

He handed them over. Agatha took them delicately, her expression softening with appreciation.

"Thank you," she said, cradling the items as though they were precious instruments.

Clyde gave her a look. "Where are you even bringing those?"

Agatha straightened. "A secret market. A very special one. These items will fetch exactly what I need."

Clyde raised an eyebrow. "Then take me with you. I want to see this place."

Agatha shook her head. "You can’t just walk in. I need to prepare your permit first."

Clyde clicked his tongue but didn’t argue. "Fine. Just don’t take forever."

She stepped back toward her portal, giving him one last smile. "Be patient for once, will you?"

Then, with a flick of her fingers, she vanished into the shimmering fold of light.

Left alone again, Clyde sighed. He stretched, cracked his neck, then summoned a swirling rift of his own.

"Back to work," he muttered.

The portal opened to the same ruined world he had been hunting in earlier.

He stepped through, the wind greeting him with silence and smell of deaths.

Clyde resumed his hunt, cutting through waves of monsters with swift precision.

He wasn’t gone long and Asqa likely hadn’t even noticed his absence, still immersed in her own killing.

The desolate world echoed with their killing, each kill drawing more energy into Clyde’s core. Then, a faint chime echoed in his mind, a system notification told him he now reached Level 530.

He paused, glancing at his hand as power simmered just beneath the skin.

That was enough for today. Opening a link, he called out to Asqa.

"Let’s go. We’re done here for today."

Without waiting, he opened a portal to the mansion.

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