Arcane Journey

After a dizzying moment, Brian's figure, like a phantom torn apart by time and space, reappeared in the dead and eerie area of ​​the annihilation field.

Thick black fog filled the air all around, swallowing up even the light. Only the occasional flash of blue arcs in the distance drew ominous tracks in the air.

He steadied himself and took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with the smell of decay and sulfur.

The ground beneath his feet was cracked and charred, having obviously been burned by the flames of the abyss demons countless times. Every step was accompanied by a tiny cracking sound.

And in this boundless darkness, Brian walked through a forest of glimmering fungi.

These strange mushrooms are like stars in the night sky, emitting a faint cold light. Transparent spore sacs hang under the caps, swaying gently, rising and falling rhythmically like breathing.

After walking forward for a while, we saw an underground river stretching before our eyes. The water flowed rapidly but silently. The ink-black river surface did not reflect any light or shadow. It looked like a dark river leading to the underworld.

Brian finally stopped, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes wandering around the surroundings, capturing every strange smell.

The purpose of his appearance in the Great Oblivion Field area was naturally to come for the Demon Prince Demogorgon.

The demon prince Demogorgon has been burdened with irreconcilable contradictions and divisions since his birth.

Because He has two heads, one carries boundless madness, and the other is tightly bound by reason.

This is not a fancy decoration, but the source of a never-ending civil war.

Deep in the demon prince's consciousness, it was as if there were two rivers running in opposite directions, constantly colliding and tearing each other apart.

The left side of the head was as turbulent as a wasteland swept by a storm, and thoughts were like wildfire, full of desire for destruction and chaos.

The right head is as calm as a deep abyss, with far-reaching plans, intending to reshape the nature of chaos in the name of order.

Amur controlled the restless left head, and His will was like a burning meteor, drawing a dazzling trajectory in the night sky of thought.

And Haisladi resides in the right head, like a spider lurking in the shadows, patiently weaving an invisible web.

They hate each other, yet they depend on each other.

Each head seeks to devour the other completely, erasing the other's mind from the dimension of existence.

But fate seemed to have set an insurmountable limit: neither head could truly kill the other unless it also met its end.

This cursed symbiotic relationship caused Demogorgon's power to be trapped in internal consumption for a long time. He was like a giant beast entangled in its own chains, with the power to shake the world but unable to exert its full might.

However, although the two consciousnesses were hostile to each other, they reached a rare consensus on one point.

As long as one of the heads disappears, it will not lead to its own destruction. Instead, the remaining half will gain unprecedented purity and power.

Thus, in the countless years of shadows, they tried various ways to break this balance: from spiritual erosion to physical fragmentation, from soul contract traps to energy backlash conspiracies... but every attempt was like throwing a spear in the dark, and ultimately failed to hit the target.

Just when hope seems to be extinguished, an extreme and dangerous plan quietly takes shape.

This is an idea that is enough to make the entire Underdark tremble.

With the help of the boiling energy fluctuations deep in the earth's veins and the ancient and violent geocentric radiation, he projected a part of his consciousness out and transformed it into a powerful incarnation that descended into the main material world.

This is not a simple projection or summoning, but a real split and extension.

In this way, Demogorgon tried to draw unprecedented power from the energy source of the real world to break the long-standing deadlock. Even if this move might trigger a chain reaction or even attract the attention and intervention of the gods, he would not hesitate.

Brian tracked Demogorgon's whereabouts precisely for the sake of the chaos before his eyes.

He knew very well that this power that came from the bottomless abyss was most loose in turmoil and was most easily seized.

His plan was not reckless, nor was it ignorant.

Because Brian had never dreamed of ending the existence of an abyss master with his own hands. That would not only be stupid, but also a way to seek death.

He just wanted to quietly reach out a hand in the storm and quietly get a piece of his own profit on the edge of Demogorgon's huge chess game.

After all, what he really desired was that ray of energy from the core of the abyss.

Only the ancient and violent power of the Abyss can awaken the long-sleeping red dragon egg.

Brian knew that once the dragon egg hatched, it would not only be the birth of a powerful creature, but also a turning point for his next march into the Abyss.

All his planning, endurance and risk-taking were for this moment to come.

Take your thoughts back and stop thinking about it.

Brian once again turned his gaze towards the unfathomable underground river below.

The river flowed slowly in the dimness, like a sleeping giant python, winding between the rocks, with an unnatural silver-blue luster.

This light does not come from any light source, but rather some kind of ancient, evil energy contained in the river itself. It is like the eyes of a demon lurking in the night, making people feel a chill involuntarily.

The air was also filled with a scent of dampness and decay. Occasionally, drops of water slid down the rock wall, making a crisp and ethereal echo, like the lingering sound of the whispers of ancient gods.

When Brian was thinking about how to search for the trace of the demon prince Demogorgon in this strange place, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the river.

A dark blue mermaid corpse was floating towards them silently.

Its eye sockets were hollow, the scales on its tail had long since fallen off and mottled, and its skin had the cold color of death, as if its entire soul had been pulled away by some indescribable force.

"Mylo Mermaid!"

Brian recognized the mermaid's identity immediately.

He raised his hand and pointed at the mermaid corpse flowing by, and the corpse was immediately wrapped in magical energy and brought to his feet.

Brian stared at the corpse at his feet, and soon a strange luster caught his attention.

The mark engraved on the scales of the Milo mermaid was seen. The originally shining pattern was now dim, but it still could not conceal the identity and authority it represented.

This was the emblem of Demogorgon, dark red like blood, shaped like a twisted snake shadow wrapped around a trident, like the whisper of the bottomless abyss.

"The Demon Prince's servant." Brian's expression changed, and he immediately squatted down, with a magical halo surrounding his fingertips, and began to carefully examine the specific condition of the corpse.

After a while, he slowly stood up and got a very important piece of information from the corpse. (End of this chapter)