Sowhere in Solterra…
One of the mbers of the Order of the Apocalypse looked at the portal in front of him with a faint smile on his face.
He had used the mont when the barrier that protected both worlds was at its weakest to make his move.
'With this, I will be a step ahead of the others,' the Majin Prince, Zepar, said with a grin. "I will reign supre!"
The Order of the Apocalypse had four factions, and Zepar belonged to the Faction under the Majin King, Zagan.
Yes, the Order of the Apocalypse had three Majin Kings—Baal, Beelzebub, and Zagan.
They were the strongest "powerhouses" of the order, which lorded over the other Majin Princes and Princesses.
However, Thirteen's appearance had broken the balance, absorbing the two neutral mbers, Camazotz and Kamrusepa.
Paimon, who had been kicked out of her faction, had also joined Thirteen's group, making their faction the one with the most mbers.
But in terms of power, Thirteen's group was the weakest of them all.
Of course, this was only based on the average strength of its mbers.
However, in terms of cunning and strategies, Thirteen's group was the best among the order.
Competition among the mbers of the secret organization was encouraged by tataron.
Although the mbers couldn't kill each other, nothing was stopping them from using a borrowed knife.
When Thirteen beca a mber of the Order of the Apocalypse, all the Jinns, including Camazotz and Kamrusepa, did their best to find his whereabouts.
Excluding Kamrusepa, everyone wanted Zion dead, so they could add another mber to the order and, in turn, strengthen their faction.
However, when they saw Thirteen's battle against the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent, who went by the na Orochi, they no longer dared to send people to assassinate them.
They no longer asured his strength with his rank because no matter what anyone said, the fact that he one-sidedly slaughtered the Majin King who terrorized Gomorra in the past proved that he should never be underestimated.
Zapar, who had created a path that led to Pangea, couldn't help but feel extrely happy because he succeeded in making the portal allow the safe passage of a Majin Prince.
This was a closely guarded secret that he didn't divulge even to his faction.
Because the mont they knew, Zapar was certain that Zagan would use it for his own benefit.
'Once I cross over, even Thirteen will not be able to stop ,' Zapar chuckled. 'I will be protected by the rules of the Order.'
He was aware that the strength of a Rank 9 Sovereign was enough to make Pangea bend on its knees.
So, the mont he crossed over, the world of the Wanderers would be his own backyard.
Zapar was no weakling.
He was as strong as he was cunning.
He was a middle-ranked Majin Prince and was stronger than Arundel the Destroyer.
Zapar had also prepared his army, which was ready to march the mont he gave an order.
He had three Rank 9 Sovereigns and ten Rank 8 Sovereigns as his main powerhouses.
His army numbered in the hundreds of thousands, more than enough to stake his claim upon the world of Pangea.
Just as he was daydreaming about his bright future, he felt a pulse on his fingers.
This made him look at the Ring of the Apocalypse, which was glowing faintly.
Zapar clicked his tongue, but he understood that he couldn't reject this summons from the leader of their organization, Zagan.
After taking a deep breath to regain his composure, Zapar opened the portal that led him to the domain that belonged to their faction.
The Majin Prince glanced at the second mber of their organization, a Majin Prince who went by the na Zachariel.
He was one of the Fallen, who was said to have "fallen" from grace and was forced to live in the mortal world.
Of course, Zapar didn't believe this rumor and simply treated Zachariel as another comrade under the sa faction.
While they couldn't call each other close friends, they would still help each other from ti to ti because they were part of the sa team.
"Good, none of you are late this ti."
Zagan, who had recently beco a Majin King, appeared with a smile.
"I called both of you here to share with you an important announcent," Zagan said. "I have succeeded in finding a sponsor."
Zapar and Zachariel stared at Zagan in surprise because if what he said was true, then it was indeed a big thing.
The word Sponsor was sothing they used to refer to soone who had a higher standing than theirs.
Zagan had been doing his best to form a connection with one of the Celestials of Solterra, and he had succeeded in becoming their subordinate.
"Congratulations, Zagan," Zapar chuckled. "It seems that you're the second one in this order to succeed in getting a sponsor."
"Indeed." Zagan nodded. "Once I succeed in gaining the Celestial's trust, we will be able to move unhindered in Solterra."
The first one in the order to gain a Sponsor was none other than Kamrusepa.
Her Sponsor was none other than the Fiend of greed, wealth, and money, Mammon, who had appeared in Zion's battle against Arundel the Destroyer.
The mbers of the Order of the Apocalypse were rivals and competitors.
All of them were doing their best to unlock the last level of the treasury and obtain the one item that would make even the Gods, who resided in the celestial realm, tremble.
Pandora's Box.
The box that held all the evil, horrors, and plagues of the multiverse.
A power so great that anyone who possessed it would obtain anything they wanted without fearing the consequences of their actions.
"I don't know when the Celestial will approve of my request, but the mont he does, prepare your armies to march towards the central plains of the continent," Zagan said. "We will eliminate anything that stands in our way."
Zapar narrowed his eyes because this would give him a good excuse to mobilize his army in the open.
The portal would open in three weeks, and by then, he would cross over to the world of Pangea.
As to whatever Zagan would feel once he discovered this, Zapar didn't really care.
He was certain that the Majin King wouldn't berate him because that would put their faction at a disadvantage.
Also, having one mber in Pangea, aside from Zion, was sothing that the Order of the Apocalypse had been striving for.
As long as they managed to cross over, they would be able to build an empire that even the Wanderers had no choice but to acknowledge.
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