Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

Chapter 1870  Kalen Eldric

Shinjaka Continent. Labh Salem.

The Shinjaka Continent was a sprawling landmass dominated by the influence of the zodiac pantheon gods.

Its diverse landscapes ranged from lush forests and towering mountains to vast deserts and serene coastlines.

The continent was home to various civilizations and cultures, with the presence of half-blood forces, descendants of the twelve zodiac gods, being particularly prominent. The continent's strategic location and rich resources made it a focal point for political intrigue and conflict, especially in the ongoing battle against demonic forces encroaching from all sides.

In the Shinjaka Continent, the influence of demonic forces was palpable, manifesting through various cults and organizations devoted to the Ars Goetia Demons.

Among the most formidable adversaries were the Demon Earls, a coalition of Immortal demons comprising Furfur, Malthus, Raum, and Bifrons. These Demon Earls led their respective demonic cults, spreading chaos and corruption throughout the continent.

The cults associated with the Demon Earls operated both within and outside the Shinjaka Continent, their nefarious activities ranging from clandestine rituals to open acts of aggression.

The Demon Earls' ultimate goal was to undermine the influence of the zodiac pantheon gods and establish dominance over the mortals by spreading their demonic faith.

Furfur commanded legions of demonic followers who sought to sow discord and destruction wherever they went.

Malthus, a master of deceit and manipulation, exerted his influence through subterfuge and clandestine schemes, ensnaring unwitting mortals in his web of lies.

Raum, with his dominion over secrets and hidden knowledge, attracted seekers of forbidden demonic Skills to his cult, promising power in exchange for loyalty.

Bifrons, the master of necromancy and undeath, raised armies of undead minions to terrorize the living and expand his dark domain.

Together, the Demon Earls posed a significant threat to the stability of the Shinjaka Continent, their malevolent presence fueling conflict and strife among civilizations.

It was up to organizations like the Zodiac League and the Demon Slayer Corps to stand against this tide of demonic influence.

Despite the challenges it faced, the Shinjaka Continent remained a vibrant and dynamic region, shaped by its unique blend of divine influence and mortal endeavors.

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Shadowed Grove!

Deep within the heart of the Shinjaka Continent lay a vast, foreboding forest shrouded in darkness and infused with an aura of death.

This sinister woodland known as the Shadowed Grove, was said to be the domain of Demon Earl Bifrons, the malevolent Demon Earl of necromancy and undeath.

The Shadowed Grove was unlike any other forest in the region, its ecosystem twisted and corrupted by the potent death energy that permeated its every inch.

The trees, tall and gnarled, seemed to writhe with malevolence, their twisted branches reaching out like skeletal fingers grasping at the sky. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and a sense of foreboding hung heavy in the atmosphere.

Within the depths of the Shadowed Grove, the very fabric of life seemed to have been altered, giving rise to grotesque mutations among the flora and fauna that called it home.

Strange, otherworldly plants with thorns like daggers and petals like bloodstained silk flourished in the dim light filtering through the dense canopy.

The ground was carpeted with a thick layer of decaying vegetation, teeming with writhing maggots and fungal growths that thrived on death and decay.

Amidst this macabre landscape, twisted and deformed creatures roamed the shadows, their forms warped by the corrupting influence of Bifrons' dark magic.

Shadowy Grove also had an unusual number of demon beasts. It was clear that someone was purposely conducting demon-summoning rituals periodically before using the vessels of the powerful mana beasts to bind them to the mortal world.

Some demon beasts bore the likeness of wolves, their fur mottled and their eyes glowing with an unholy light.

Others resembled serpents, their scales black as night and their fangs dripping with venom. Still, others took on forms so twisted and grotesque that they defied description, their very existence a testament to the horrors that lurked within the Shadowed Grove.

Navigating the treacherous depths of the forest was a perilous endeavor, for those who dared to venture too deep risked becoming lost forever in its labyrinthine pathways.

Despite its dangers, the Shadowed Grove held a grim allure for those who sought rare mana-rich resources or sought to harness the power of death itself.

But for most, especially mortals, it remained a place of dread and despair, a testament to the dark influence of Demon Earl Bifrons and the horrors that lurked within his domain.

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Slow and deliberate sounds of multiple footsteps were heard.

In the heart of the Shadowed Grove, amidst the twisted trees and eerie mist, the Eldric Force moved with purpose.

Clad in their robes of basil green, the six members of the team were a formidable sight as they navigated the treacherous terrain.

Leading the group was Kalen Eldric, a commanding figure.

Kalen was a man who looked to be in his late thirties by mortal standards, his face carved with sharp features.

His eyes, a piercing shade of obsidian, seemed to hold the wisdom of ages, while his voluminous black hair cascaded around his shoulders like a cloak of shadows.

With a height measuring more than 2 meters, Kalen stood tall and imposing, his stature commanding respect as he surveyed their surroundings with a keen eye.

Adorned in a long robe of deep basil green, embroidered with intricate runes that shimmered with latent power, Kalen moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior.

His attire was completed by dark brown pants that hugged his muscular legs, black shoes that whispered against the forest floor with each step, and brass-colored arm bracers and shoulder guards that gleamed in the dim light.

Around his waist, a dark brown leather belt held various pouches and tools, each carefully arranged for easy access in the heat of battle.

As the leader of the Eldric Force, Kalen carried himself with an air of confidence. His presence alone seemed to bolster their resolve, filling them with the determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Kalen's team members had subconsciously noted that Kalen had become even more mysterious after his sudden disappearance a few months back.

It seemed as if there was more to him than they were aware of, despite their decades-long collaboration.

What they didn't know was the fact that Kalen had been turned into one of Eren's pseudo-avatars.