Arcane Journey

The sixth funeral pyre on the 21st layer of the Abyss.

There once was indeed a demon lord with extremely terrifying power. Not only that, he was also the first Balor and the most powerful Balor King.

Unfortunately, thousands of years ago, this guy was plotted against by the succubus queen Mecanthust and was eventually buried in the deepest part of the Doomsday Volcano at the Sixth Funeral Pile.

It is an eternally burning purgatory, with magma boiling like a sea of ​​blood and flames like the breath of a raging dragon, devouring all who try to approach.

Even the bravest adventurer would find it difficult to withstand the breath of heat and despair.

It is said that every time night falls, a low roar can be heard from the depths of the volcano. Obviously, it is the unwilling cry of the trapped Balor Fire Demon King, his struggle and anger in the endless darkness.

All this seems to indicate that some unknown storm is brewing...

'Even the Balrog King has been released. The Underdark is becoming more and more lively.' Looking at the arrogant figure of the demon lord incarnation in the city of Ancient Orens, Brian whispered to himself, "I just don't know who released this guy. Was it Graz'zt or Demogorgon?"

Brian's eyes became sharper, as if he was looking through the void to see the truth.

His fingers tapped lightly on the staff at his waist. His movements seemed careless, but they revealed his inner caution and vigilance.

In the distance, the figure of the incarnation of the demon lord was still rampant in the ancient city of Orens. Every step he took seemed to trample on the nerves of this ancient dark city, causing waves of disturbing tremors.

The flaming red light shone between the ruins, adding a touch of hellish color to this dead land. All of this made Brian's heart surge with mixed emotions, including anticipation for the upcoming war and deep suspicion about the hidden mastermind.

However, now is obviously not the time for him to consider this situation.

After a brief wandering, Brian's eyes were quickly attracted by another figure. It was Elisabetta, the matriarch of the Taksi family, the first family in Ancient Orens City. She was a woman who was still noble and majestic even on the brink of disaster. At this moment, she was gradually recovering from the shock brought by the incarnation of the Balor Flame Demon King, and every move she made seemed to carry a great force, making people hold their breath involuntarily.

Elisabetta raised her eyelids slightly, and her gaze swept across the distance like a knife, emitting a burning breath and looking like the incarnation of fire, the Balor Demon King.

There was no fear or retreat in this glance, only a calm and almost cruel decisiveness.

Then, her eyes quickly locked onto the front.

It was a portal that continuously spewed out abyss demons. The interweaving of darkness and scarlet light made it look like a greedy mouth that was devouring the hope of the city.

Her expression became increasingly stern, and the corners of her mouth even curled up in an almost imperceptible arc, but it gave people a sense of irresistible determination.

Obviously, she already had a clear plan in her mind: she must first destroy this damn portal, cut off the endless source of demons, and then calmly clean up the remaining enemies in the city.

This decisive and efficient command style demonstrates her wisdom and courage as the matriarch of the Tuckers family.

The noise around her didn't seem to affect her at all, and the smell of scorched earth and blood in the air couldn't shake her will.

Brian's gaze slowly moved away from the hideous and fiery body of the Balor Fire Demon King, and turned to the drow elf Elisabetta who was chanting spells not far away with a bit of amusement and scrutiny.

In the chaos of fighting and crying, the voice of the matriarch was like a silver bell swaying in the night wind. Every syllable seemed to contain some ancient and mysterious power, stirring up a layer of imperceptible ripples in the air. However, Brian soon realized that behind this uplifting spell, there seemed to be a hidden tension, like the last bit of calm before the storm.

Because in Brian's eyes, this change had already exceeded his initial expectations.

Rose, the Spider Queen, should have been in a deep sleep, thus successfully ascending to a powerful divine power. It was for this reason that her priestesses temporarily lost the support of their divine magic.

But this is clearly not the case.

Although Rose did not wake up completely as he expected, her state of barely breaking free from sleep revealed an unsettling aura.

This aura did not come from the complete recovery of strength, but rather from a struggle to the limit.

In order to deal with the impending disaster, she had to force herself to wake up, even if it meant paying a heavy price.

Brian narrowed his eyes slightly, a series of possibilities quickly running through his mind.

He vaguely guessed that even if Rose had woken up, her condition was obviously far from her peak, and it would probably take some time for her to recover.

As for the priestesses who depended on her, although they were still able to use divine magic, their power was undoubtedly weakened a lot.

In this situation, it is almost a fantasy to rely on divine magic to fight against the incarnation of the demon lord.

After all, it was no ordinary enemy, but a terrifying existence from the abyss. Each of its strikes was enough to tear the earth apart, and each of its roars was enough to terrify people.

At this moment, Elisabetta's figure looked particularly thin, but she revealed a tenacity that could not be ignored.

Her long snow-white hair danced in the wind, as soft as spider silk yet hiding a sharp edge, and her eyes were focused and determined, as if she had forgotten the entire city and only had the mission in front of her.

However, Brian could still see some fatigue and stress from her slightly pale cheeks and tense fingers.

Perhaps, she herself was not sure whether she was really capable of completing this difficult task?
In a flash, Mistress Elisabetta's magic was finally ready.

She slowly raised the spider scepter in her hand, her movements like a long-dormant hunter, concentrating all her strength on her fingertips at this moment.

A low roar burst out from her lips, like a thunder that suddenly exploded in the depths of the night, shaking the air.

The black onyx spider sculpture on the top of the scepter looks like it has been injected with evil life. Its compound eyes suddenly flash an eerie and terrifying scarlet light, like a burning torch in the dark night, or like the eyes of a demon peeping at the world from the abyss, which is chilling.

As the magic was performed, the surrounding atmosphere instantly froze, as if time had also stopped at this moment.

The scarlet light emanating from the scepter not only reflected on the cold stone walls around it, but also penetrated deeply into everyone's heart, bringing an indescribable sense of oppression. (End of this chapter)