Arcane Journey

Brian's eyes were fixed on Mistress Elisabetta.

Her face seemed to be lightly covered by a layer of blood-colored veil, and the glow was like lava gushing out from the depths of hell, fiery and strange, but it could not conceal her eyes that were as deep as the night.

Those eyes were dark and bottomless, like an abyss that swallowed up the starlight. They were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate the layers of barriers between the body and the soul and reach the most hidden fear.

Her figure grew taller and taller in the light, as if she had transformed into a god descending to the earth.

The sense of oppression did not come from her body shape alone, but from the divine aura surging in her body.

That is the majesty of the Spider Queen Lolth, the core of the Dark Elves' faith and the source of fear.

This breath surged like a tide, carrying with it an ancient and evil power that made people terrified.

It is not as violent as a storm, but it silently entangles every sensitive soul like spider silk, making people unconsciously tremble and surrender.

The air was filled with a scent of decay and magic, like withered flower stamens mixed with scorched earth after lightning, disgusting yet hard to ignore.

Every flicker of light was accompanied by a low humming sound, as if countless invisible spiders were crawling in the void, silently weaving an enormous spider web that enveloped the entire ancient city of Orens.

That spider web is not a physical entity, but a spiritual cage woven from fear and chaos. Any life that falls into it will be exposed.

The abyss demons that were originally slaughtering people wantonly could not escape the influence of this spiritual light at this moment.

Especially those beings whose strength is above the fourth level, who should have ignored the worldly fear, but now their eyes are dazed and their movements are sluggish, as if their minds were torn to pieces by some indescribable force.

They collided with each other, roared, and even started to kill each other. The originally orderly offensive instantly turned into a chaotic madness.

And in the shadow of all this, the fleeing drow elves seized this fleeting opportunity.

Brian stood on a high place, watching all this quietly.

He didn't move or make any sound.

He knew that the real storm had just begun.

At this moment, Madam Elisabetta, wearing a dark obsidian robe, stood on the central platform of the ancient city of Orens.

A faint dark purple halo lingered around her, like the most unfathomable abyss in the night. With every step she took, the air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, making people tremble with fear.

Those cold ruby ​​eyes contained an ancient and evil power that made people dare not look directly at them, but also difficult to look away.

She raised her fingers lightly, and as if the god of fate was plucking a silk thread, the whole city suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Immediately afterwards, Brian sensed an indescribable force surging from the depths of the earth, like a roaring army, sweeping in all directions.

The portals that were originally summoned by the heretic priests and connected to the bottomless abyss, the cracks that twisted space and tore reality apart, lost their original support in an instant. The runes floating in the air began to flicker chaotically, like dying fireflies, and finally collapsed.

The Demon-Sealing Ring was fragile to begin with. The moment it lost the spiritual power to support it, it broke into countless pieces, which flew everywhere, making a crisp sound like glass breaking.

The door to the otherworldly space trembled violently, as if a trapped beast had failed to break free from its cage, and it let out a low and painful whine, then suddenly closed in a violent energy storm, leaving only the lingering smell of sulfur and a suffocating feeling of oppression in the air.

Elisabetta stood quietly on the edge of the collapse, her black robe billowing like the night, her eyes reflecting the flames burning in the cracks of the abyss and the shattered fragments of space.

She looked at the portals leading to the bottomless abyss collapsing and disintegrating with wailing, as if she had foreseen all this. The corners of her mouth slowly rose, but without any warmth, only a cold smile that transcended life and death.

This is the look of the one who controls destiny, the only winner at the end of the game.

At the moment when the last space channel collapsed, her arm slowly raised, her movement graceful and solemn, like a scepter rising in the darkness.

She chanted loudly, her voice piercing through the chaotic storm and the demon's roar. With some ancient and sacred power, every syllable seemed to echo from the depths of time.

When the last word fell, a magical mark as bright as the first light of dawn had condensed and formed in her palm, and the emblem of the god could be faintly seen emerging in it as the light flowed.

She waved her palm forward without hesitation, and the mark suddenly broke through the air, streaking through the darkness like a meteor, heading straight for the King of the Balor Flame Demon.

At this moment, the entire chaotic city of Ancient Orens seemed to stop in an instant, and even the fire was afraid of this power from a higher dimension.

"Could it be that she was briefly possessed by the Spider Queen?" Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise that was hard to conceal flashing across his eyes.

He stood in the distance, staring sharply at the figure in the center of the battlefield, and muttered in a low voice: "This ancient and strange existence... would it come at this critical moment?"

But after a moment, Brian shook his head again, with a complicated smile on his face. "But even if Rose is using someone else's body to show her spirit, what can she do? In my impression, the ancient city of Orens could not escape the fate of destruction. Could the Spider Queen be so powerful that she could forcibly change the timeline?"

At this moment, a figure as blazing as the burning sun came into sight.

The King of the Balor Fire Demons faced the attack of Mistress Elisabetta without showing any fear. Instead, he laughed wildly towards the sky. His laughter was like the boiling magma in a volcanic eruption, shaking the air.

"You want to expel me from the material plane with this level of attack?"

Its voice was hoarse but full of oppression, and every word sounded like a roar squeezed out from the abyss. "Rose! You underestimate me too much! Do you really think that I have been sleeping all the time when I was sealed in Mount Doom? Ha... Have you forgotten that I am a demon king who grew up by consuming fire and pain? I am the real king of the Balor Flame Demons. In the Abyss, all the Balor Flame Demons will obey my orders!"

Before he finished speaking, the Balor Flame Demon King suddenly spread out a pair of demon wings burning with blazing flames behind him. Wherever the wings passed, the air and light twisted, as if the entire space was on the verge of collapse due to the high temperature.

It waved its right hand, and a giant sword made of storm and lava suddenly appeared. Wherever the sword pointed, thunder exploded, as if heaven and earth were angry together.

The next moment, it swung the Storm Sword without hesitation, and amid the roar of thunder, it fiercely slashed at the magic mark condensed by Mistress Elisabetta that contained the divine energy of the Spider Queen! (End of this chapter)