Arcane Journey

What appeared before Brian was the familiar ancient city of Orens.

However, compared to the prosperity of the oldest dark elf city he had seen before, the ancient city of Orens he saw this time was so tragic that there were no better words to describe it.

There is no doubt that at this moment the ancient city of Orens is suffering from an unimaginable terrible disaster.

Faced with this situation, Brian moved his mind slightly, and directly through the connection of the bronze mirror, allowed his thoughts to appear in the sky above the ancient city of Orens in the form of a projection.

At this moment, Brian was like a spectator with a God's perspective, watching all the disasters that had befallen the city of Ancient Orens.

At this gloomy moment, the ancient and prosperous city of Ancient Orens seemed to be dragged into an abyss of no return by an invisible black hand. The flames of war, like a ferocious beast, had already been completely ignited and were raging unscrupulously on every inch of the city.

The thick, inky smoke spread like a ghost, enveloping the entire city in chaos and terror, making it difficult to tell the direction, as if one was in an unreal and terrifying nightmare world.

In the streets and alleys of the city, shrill wails rose one after another. The sound seemed to be the wail from the abyss, penetrating the thick smoke and piercing people's hearts.

Intertwined with this were the wanton and arrogant laughter and sharp and piercing screams, which echoed in the air like a devil's curse.

Every wail, every laugh and scream was like a sharp dagger, piercing people's nerves and making them shudder.

The culprits behind all these tragedies are none other than the demons from the abyss.

They were like a tide surging out of the darkness, rushing into this already decadent and desolate dark city.

Their bodies were twisted, their faces were hideous, and they emitted a disgusting stench.

There was an evil light flashing in their eyes, as if burning with endless desire and flames of destruction.

Under the rampage of these demons, the ancient city of Orens turned into a hell on earth, with lives lost and the land devastated.

Brian, with a God's perspective, carefully explored this ancient dark elf city in the Underdark. The surroundings were filled with thick darkness like ink, like an impenetrable curtain that kept all light out.

The city is like a huge tomb eroded by time and evil, exuding the smell of decay and death.

At this moment, Brian's sharp eyes caught that in every corner of the city, portals flashing with strange lights were forcibly opened by the demons like deep eyes.

These portals seemed like passages to endless nightmares, and the demons surging out of them were like a black torrent, unstoppable.

Each demon has a different shape and is hideous and terrifying. They bar their fangs and claws, let out creepy roars, and pounce madly on every living thing within their sight, trying to tear it into pieces, as if only blood can satisfy their endless desire for killing.

Among this group of ferocious and terrifying demons, there was one person who stood out and made Brian's heart tremble. He showed an expression of disbelief. It was actually the incarnation of a true demon lord!
His appearance was like a giant evil shadow rising from the abyss, emitting a suffocating and powerful aura, as if his existence was to bring destruction and despair to the world.

Every step he took made the entire city tremble, and every roar he made echoed in the air like thunder. Wherever he passed, demons surrendered one after another, and everything around him was shrouded in a shadow of fear.

Although this demon lord from the Abyss is so little known that even the knowledgeable Brian couldn't remember its name despite racking his brains.

However, the strength of this demon lord is like a towering peak hidden in the clouds and mist, and should not be underestimated by anyone.

Wherever it passed, the dark elves that were originally cunning and warlike became like fragile paper puppets in front of it, and none of them could compete with it.

Its huge body was like an erupting active volcano, with flames burning all over. The flames were like angry fire snakes, twisting and waving with fangs and claws.

As the Demon Lord's excitement and joy continued to rise, the terrible flames became more vigorous, obviously being pulled by an invisible force, like a surging tide, as if to completely submerge this city hidden deep in the underworld.

Brian's eyes penetrated the flames that were dancing wildly like a ferocious beast, and he keenly realized that the incarnation of the demon lord in front of him was like a Balrog that crawled out from the darkest corner of the abyss.

Its tall and strong body is like a mountain made of black iron, emitting terrifying evil magic. Every inch of its skin seems to have been repeatedly roasted by the flames of hell, flashing with strange light.

It is obvious that this demon lord who has traveled through numerous barriers of time and space and arrived in the main material world is as excited as a madman.

Its crazy laughter was like sharp steel needles, mercilessly piercing the entire city. Each laugh was like a heavy hammer, fiercely hitting the hearts of every creature in the city.

This laughter was like a curse uttered by the devil from the deepest part of the abyss, echoing in the streets and alleys of the ancient city of Orens. Wherever it went, the air seemed to solidify, making all living beings feel the fear from the abyss, and the demon lord was wantonly showing off his presence in this fear.

"Which demon lord is it?" Brian frowned, his face full of confusion.

At this moment, he truly felt the powerful aura emanating from the incarnation of the Demon Lord, like a surging black wave, rushing towards him with a terrifying sense of oppression.

In his mind, it was as if he was quickly flipping through a huge demon atlas, trying to search for the figure of the guy in front of him from all the demon lords he knew whose true form was the Balor Flame Demon, but to no avail.

What made him even more suspicious was the powerful strength emanating from the incarnation of the Demon Lord. Just the faint aura was enough for Brian to clearly feel that its true strength was extremely terrifying.

Even though he is not as famous and powerful as Yeenoghu, the King of the Gnolls, he is definitely not far behind.

But such a powerful demon lord is actually an unknown person in the vast and extremely dangerous bottomless abyss, and no one cares about him. (End of this chapter)