Chapter 1441 - 562: Soul Wasteland (Part 2)

She took out a small notebook, but in essence, it contained limitless records.

The records document from the moment of her death to the world’s shattering, and from when the world was stitched back together until now.

It wasn’t merely a simple record; if Lucilia wished, it would seem as if the knowledge and the situation at the time would appear in her mind.

This was a kind of record that relied on memory.

"Indeed, your help has been immense," Lucilia expressed her gratitude.

"I’m just glad I could help you; it’s like helping a mother. She is in such pain, and you are alleviating it."

As she spoke, another booklet appeared in her hand.

"Perhaps the record of mother’s rebirth can continue to be written."

Lucilia looked at the records too.

The records began from when the world was reassembled.

They detailed some processes of world repair after the world was pieced together.

But it halted at the segment where the world’s consciousness was yearning for death due to its pain.

Seeing this, Lucilia nodded: "That’s right, we can start recording. I can help you observe the situations in the Real World.

That way, you can record even more."

"Really? Thank you."

With this girl’s help, Lucilia’s progress began to advance rapidly.

Besides the batch of souls she brought and the Puppet Girl, she also selected some powerful souls from the dense soul wilderness to become staff members.

In the past, wanting to become a member working on the Nether River would require much effort and belief.

But now, with everything needing reconstruction, the rules are simplified considerably.

Under the operations of the two, one boat after another was created. The Ferrymen began transporting souls from the origin of the Nether River.

They transported from the other side to the soul wilderness.

Then Lucilia began rerouting the Nether River, as the current Nether River was too narrow, twisting and flowing everywhere.

Gathering the remaining river water into one spot, finally, a big river was formed.

It finally looked somewhat like a river.

More soul craftsmen started building the functional structures needed.

Some strong souls began to go to the Real World to take away those deceased souls.

They expelled those evil creatures attempting to devour souls.

Eliminated those evil beings desecrating the dead, trying to remold souls.

The order of the cycle between life and death started being restored.

Of course, this is a very long process, requiring gradual progress, but each advancement made the world more beautiful.

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"Damn it! Damn it! Why has Chaos been suppressed again? Our power weakened once more, and the advancement of our assault has been tightly restricted during this period."

A powerful, enormous Demon roared in the Magma Hall.

Now it had been several months since Alka and his companions arrived at the front lines.

Although Alka and his companions, these powerful individuals, joined the front line battles.

Eight top-level strongmen came at once, each with their own expertise, greatly easing the pressure on the front lines.

Finally allowing many people to catch a breath, but it essentially had little impact on the Demons, merely causing minor inconveniences for them.

Only increased their losses a bit.

But for these Demons, they’re not afraid of such losses because countless Demons would instantly fill those vacant spots.

But ever since Alka appeared, the suppression of Chaos became increasingly severe.

Their strength began to be gradually suppressed.

If this pressing down continued, wouldn’t their efforts over the years be in vain?

More terrifying than the death of Demons is that the harvest of souls has reduced after killing humans.

Because of the world’s damage, before, many Demons didn’t rush to immediately harvest the souls from humans they killed.

Instead, they would wait for the battle or the surrounding skirmishes to end before slowly collecting the souls from the human bodies.

This was a rare delicacy for the Demons.

But now, somehow,

These souls disappeared shortly after humans were killed.

In the fierce battles, there wasn’t much opportunity for Demons to quickly absorb souls.

This made many brave and fearless Demons begin to slack off.

The reason so many Demons dared to come here was because the souls here were best for harvesting.

And their quality was not poor, ensuring almost complete harvesting each time.

But now, not only was harvesting difficult, sometimes it was not complete.

This was incomparable to the past harvests, yet the Difficulty of battles hadn’t decreased, but actually heightened.

How could Demons tolerate this?

If so, why should they bother invading this damned place?

This further exacerbated the battles and Chaos among Demons.

"It must be that Alka has done something since he arrived at the front line, hasn’t it all turned for the worse?"

Not only this, but even the mysterious improvement of human strength.

If Alka were here, he would certainly cry innocence.

What did these matters have to do with him?

"Think of a way to get rid of him," Sarunster said from the throne.