Arcane Journey

Seeing this situation really made Qin Yue feel a little unbelievable. His heart felt like a tangled mess, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt.

From this we can see that although his appearance did not completely change the timeline, it still caused irreversible changes in many things to a certain extent.

Although he knew clearly in his heart that the city of Ancient Orens would be reduced to dust in the catastrophe of the Underdark, fate was like a mischievous child who loved to play tricks on people and caught him off guard.

He never imagined that the culprit who pushed the city of Ancient Orens into the abyss of destruction was neither the cunning spider wizard, nor the almighty chief wizard, nor the fleeing Vizlan, but a demon lord who seemed to come from the dark abyss and whom he had never met before.

After realizing this situation, Brian did not rush to withdraw from the projection of the magic mirror. Instead, he increased the intensity of his spell.

At this time, the phantom that Brian projected in the city of Ancient Orens was quickly infused with more powerful magic power, becoming clearer and more three-dimensional.

This phantom is like a real soul existing in the city, able to feel everything around it more deeply.

As the demon lord's terrifying incarnation that seemed to come from the abyss of hell suddenly appeared, the city of Ancient Orens seemed to be dropped with a blockbuster bomb. The drow elves in the city were instantly frightened out of their wits, like a group of ants in a boiling hot pot, running around in panic in the streets filled with gloomy atmosphere and deep caves.

Their figures flashed by in the dim corners; their screams and hurried footsteps intertwined together, as if playing a sad song of despair.

After all, long before the riot broke out like a raging wave, Brian had already used clever means to successfully instigate a group of powerful spellcasters led by Auriliana in the mage organization under the Chief Mage.

You know, these spellcasters were the backbone of the ancient Orens city's defense force. Their defection was like pulling out the cornerstone of the city wall, putting the city in a precarious situation in an instant.

In other words, at this critical moment, in the huge city of Ancient Orens, apart from those drow warriors whose combat effectiveness is low, the only ones who can still barely hold on and show a trace of combat effectiveness on this cruel battlefield are the priests who devoutly serve Rose, trying to save this impending collapse with the power of faith.

This is true.

When the horrific incarnation of the demon lord stood abruptly in this land full of conspiracy and blood like a dark giant peak emitting an evil aura, fear, like an icy, surging tide, instantly swept through the entire drow elf camp.

The vast majority of the drow elves, even those female drow priests who usually held magical instruments and boasted of being one step closer to the gods, were frightened out of their wits and fled around in panic like frightened birds.

Their eyes were full of panic and confusion, like a lonely boat lost in the dark night, with no idea what to do.

However, there were still some powerful drow priests who responded in a short period of time.

Brian, who turned on the God's perspective, noticed that the incarnation of the Demon Lord was like a moving dark mountain emitting a terrifying aura. It let out a deafening roar, as if it wanted to tear the world apart, and rushed madly towards the Priest Academy of the Drow Elves.

When its mountain-like body approached, the groups of young priest apprentices and female priests of relatively low strength were like disturbed deer, with fear and panic in their eyes.

The moment they saw this huge creature, it was as if they had encountered a sudden storm. They were frightened out of their wits and screamed in panic. The sharp cries cut through the originally quiet air.

They were seen stumbling and running, like headless flies that had lost their way, scrambling to escape in all directions, their skirts flying and their steps messy, as if they were racing against death with every step.

Some priest apprentices were so panicked that they even fell to the ground, but they quickly struggled to get up and continued to run for their lives. "Let the wrath of the sixth funeral pyre burn everything here!" The demon lord's incarnation's roar, like a bell, echoed in the air, like a curse from the abyss.

It naturally noticed the group of "rats" fleeing like frightened birds, and was as excited as a beast about to hunt its prey, with its mouth wide open, revealing a ferocious smile.

In an instant, the flames rising from its body were like an awakened, mad fire beast, or like surging red waves, with an overwhelming force, sweeping towards the priests at lightning speed.

In a flash, the group of priests were ruthlessly engulfed by the blazing flames, uttering miserable wails as if they were desperately fighting against this cruel fate.

Even a few drow priests who reacted faster were able to cast their own defensive spells in time.

However, the divine magic shone with a faint light, like a candle that was about to go out in the darkness. Facing the overwhelming attack of the demon lord's incarnation, it seemed so pale and powerless, like a paper shield facing a sharp spear.

The next moment, these priests were annihilated like a puff of smoke under the powerful attack, leaving only an empty void, as if they had never existed in this world.

Seeing this situation, Brian, who was watching the game, couldn't help but show surprise.

However, what surprised him was not how powerful the Demon Lord's incarnation was, but the other party's roaring words.

"The sixth funeral pyre..."

The chaotic and disordered city was filled with a creepy and strange atmosphere.

Brian lowered his head slightly, moved his lips slightly, and whispered the name that the Demon Lord's incarnation had just shouted at the top of his lungs.

The sound seemed to come from the bottom of a deep valley, carrying with it a hint of mystery and the unknown.

Brian's brows were originally tightly twisted together, as if tied into a knot.

Apparently, the name 'The Sixth Crematorium' sounded very familiar to him.

If you think about it, you can probably guess the true origin of the Demon Lord's incarnation.

In just a moment, Brian, who was frowning in thought, suddenly brightened up his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes was instantly dispelled.

In an instant, various clues quickly pieced together in his mind, like a puzzle gradually becoming complete, and he immediately guessed the identity of the incarnation of the demon lord.

Brian stared at the shadow of the demon lord's incarnation, and blurted out with a hint of surprise and certainty in his voice: "Could this guy be the sixth funeral pyre from the 21st layer of the Abyss?" (End of this chapter)