Chapter 629: It Would Be Too Easy For Me To Just Kill You Like That

The headquarters of the Calamity Church was several hundred metres below the desert. Their compound was as vast as the sand. Compared to the headquarters of the Dark Mantle, this facility was not only infinitely larger, but also had much tighter security. It was like a mini-city.

Although they were underground, the place did not seem as eerily dark as Han Shuo had imagined. Bright magical globes of light could be found at every corner, illuminating every inch of the surface. The facility was divided into several units. There were smithies for refining all kinds of weapons and magical instruments, temples for worshipping the evil god, training grounds for meditation and martial arts training, libraries where all kinds of ancient magical tomes could be found, storerooms containing precious and rare materials on magical beasts that had been accumulated over hundreds of years...

This place had everything a solid religious organisation should have. Apart from these essential facilities, there were also facilities for relaxation and rest. For example, there was a bathhouse with pools of hot groundwater where people could relax their muscles, and a spacious promenade with patterns of countless unnamed evil gods carved into the walls where people could socialise and discuss their cultivation.

Although the Church of Calamity was a strict organisation, the people in this place did not appear heavy and dejected. With a formal smile on his face, Han Shuo followed behind Belinda and Edwin as they showed him around. He even tried the hot bath and got a change of clothes. He was completely relaxed.

Since the members of the Church of Calamity that Han Shuo met along the way were unaware of his identity, they made no noise.

Han Shuo looked around carefully for a moment. He noticed that all the members of the Church of Calamity that he had met seemed to be completely satisfied, almost to the point of happiness. It was as if they had stumbled upon something lucky. This made Han Shuo curious. He didn't hesitate to ask Belinda beside him, "Has something happy happened to the Calamity Church recently? Why do all the people we passed seem so happy?"

Belinda was somewhat taken aback. She gave Han Shuo a meaningful look and smiled rather awkwardly before explaining in her sweet voice, "The reason they are all so happy is because of you!"

"Me?" Han Shuo was shocked. He asked, "What does that have to do with me?"

"Because of you, the Church of Light is not only far weaker than ever before, it is on the verge of complete and utter destruction. For us members of the Church of Calamity, who regard the Church of Light as our mortal enemy, nothing could be more exciting than this news. Besides, they got wind of your plans to come here. You are an idol to everyone here; everyone wants to meet you. Naturally, they became even more excited when they heard the news," Belinda explained earnestly to Han Shuo.

"Besides, because of the existence of the Church of Light, we have been forced to live in darkness all this time. Normally, we wouldn't dare reveal our identity to the commoners. But now that the influence of the Church of Light has been greatly diminished, according to His Holiness the Pope, it won't be long before our Church of Calamity can truly emerge from the shadows and walk honourably on the surface of the continent.

People like us may have given everything we had to the Church, but we still have family and friends. Normally we would deliberately hide our identities from them and lead an exhausting double life. There are some who haven't dared to see their family for years, while others have even been disowned by their families. But this time the situation is really different. For these people, the sooner the Church can come out of the shadows, the sooner they can return to their homes and families. That's why everyone looks so happy," Edwin added with a satisfied smile before sincerely thanking Han Shuo.

After pondering over these words, Han Shuo finally understood. Because of the defamation of the Church of Light, the Church of Calamity has become the public enemy of the continent. These disciples who had dedicated themselves to the Church of Calamity also had parents and family. However, as the public was turned against the Church of Calamity, these members of the Church were afraid to reveal their identities to those close to them. Meanwhile, those whose identities had been revealed were afraid to contact their loved ones and had to spend their days away from them. This must have been a painful experience.

"Huh? What is this place?" Following Edwin and Belinda, Han Shuo came to an area with a rough architectural style that was sealed off by a large, dark iron door.

The reason he asked was because he could sense the presence of a Basegod and two demigods behind this dark iron door. Han Shuo had only noticed the presence of these experts when he got close to them. For some reason, the presences even felt quite familiar. Han Shuo's curiosity was aroused.

Ka Ka! Before Edwin or Belinda could answer, the heavy iron door swung open. A dark, cold and callous aura roared directly into his face. From behind the door stepped an alien most familiar to Han Shuo - it was the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race!

During a trip to Tarrag Canyon some time ago, Han Shuo, Stratholme the Old Monster and Snow Celestial Tiana had teamed up and looted several Elemental Origin Crystals from the Soul Race. They were pursued by the Six-Horned Tribe King, who suddenly appeared in the middle of their heist. They were pursued by the six-horned tribal king, who suddenly appeared in the middle of their raid. They were pursued all the way to the Sacred Mountain of the Church of Light, but managed to escape thanks to the sudden appearance of the Saintess of the Church of Light. Han Shuo and Stratholme spent the following days in fear, deeply afraid that they would be captured before they could fuse their souls with the Origin Crystals.

However, with his extraordinary consciousness, Han Shuo later found a way to hide his soul from the Soul Race Tribal King's detection. He had even deliberately broadcast his soul energy to lure the Six-Horned Tribe King to the Ice Shrine. However, when the Six-Horned Tribe King arrived in the Angela Empire's territory, for whatever reason, he had stopped following Han Shuo, who was waiting for him at the Ice Shrine.

After taking care of things at the Ice Shrine, Han Shuo decided to return to the Lancelot Empire, and on his journey he encountered the Primordius Dragon in the Dragon Valley in the lush Dark Forest. There he was betrayed by the Primordial Dragon and the Church of Light, and exiled to the Abyss Realm. Upon his return to the Profound Continent, he became preoccupied with the affairs of the Lancelot Empire and his quest for vengeance, neglecting this enemy. He never expected to meet this six-horned tribal king at the headquarters of the Church of Calamity. Han Shuo thought about the unique position of this facility within the Angela Empire and traced back to the position where he had sensed the six-horned tribal king five years ago. Just like that, everything became clear to him. He blurted out, "Aha! It seems that either you fought with the Pope five years ago, or something happened here!

As the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race walked out, his two five-horned subordinates followed behind him. At the sound of Han Shuo's voice, the tribal king showed some confusion behind the facade of his ice-cold, callous eyes. He looked up and down at Han Shuo for a long time before he asked Han Shuo in the common language he didn't quite speak, "Who are you? Do I know you?"

Han Shuo was stunned for a moment but soon came to his senses. As his strength had increased by leaps and bounds over the past few years, especially as his consciousness transformed after entering the realm of the Nine Changes, his soul profile must have changed dramatically since their last encounter. This six-horned tribal king of the soul race must not have been very good at distinguishing human faces, much like Han Shuo couldn't see much difference between magical beasts of the same species.

Han Shuo remembered how grumpy he had been when he had faced the tribal king back then. He slowly altered his consciousness, changing his soul profile to mimic his former strength and condition. He smiled mischievously as he looked at the six-horned tribal king, "Do you recognise me now?"

""It's you! That petty thief who stole my stuff!" the Six Horned Tribe King shouted coldly. He was all too familiar with Han Shuo's soul profile.

Petty thief? Han Shuo shook his head and laughed involuntarily. Over the years, he had been called many names. For example, 'Demon King', 'Devil', and 'The Greatest Heretic on the Profound Continent'. But this was the first time someone had called him 'petty thief'. Han Shuo was truly torn between laughter and tears.

However, the more he thought about it, it wasn't that surprising that this tribal king would call him that. Back then, Han Shuo and his group had indeed behaved like petty thieves. They had gone in and stolen several Origin Crystals that belonged to the Six-Horned Tribe King before he could emerge. What else could they be called but petty thieves?

After uttering that cold cry, before Han Shuo could utter another word, the six-horned tribe king, who was flying into a rage, suddenly charged over. His python-like tail that emitted that loud buzzing sound whipped wildly at Han Shuo as he launched the same old piercing soul attack directly at Han Shuo's consciousness.

However, after so many years had passed, Han Shuo was no longer the same person who had to flee in panic. Against the six-horned tribe king who hadn't evolved much, not only was Han Shuo not afraid, he seemed completely unperturbed. With a flick of his hand, he caught the six-horned tribal king's tail as it flew towards him. There he stood, stable as a rock. His consciousness also remained intact and unharmed by the Six-Horned Tribe King's attack.

Even to this day, Han Shuo had no idea what kind of energy this six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race was cultivating. All he knew was that his strength could be approximated by counting the number of horns on his head. Han Shuo guessed that the energy probably had something to do with the special ability of his race.

"How, how did you become so strong so suddenly?" The six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race was startled as the dual attack on body and soul was easily intercepted by Han Shuo. He stammered as he shouted in surprise.

Han Shuo laughed mischievously. The Demonic Yuan in his body suddenly erupted. His other free hand shot out at lightning speed, instantly digging into the six horned tribal king's neck. It slammed his huge body straight into the dark ironstone wall behind him, pinning him to it.

Hang on! The demonic blades unfurled and pierced the wall next to the six-horned tribal king's neck. The icy aura the blades emitted made the Six-Horned Tribe King afraid to move even a hair's breadth.

"From now on, it'll be too easy for me to kill you like that. Do you understand?" Han Shuo said indifferently as he looked at the six-horned tribal king with a smirk.

The fear in the Six-Horned Tribe King's eyes grew more and more intense. He stared straight into Han Shuo's eyes for a few seconds before nodding stunned.

"Good. Then you better behave yourself. Let's have a chat!" Han Shuo said calmly, letting go of the large hand that was pressing against his neck.