Arcane Journey

Brian was quite clear about the history of the Mylo mermaids.

It is said that a long time ago, a tribe of mermaids living in the deep sea accidentally discovered a statue eroded by time during a deep-sea exploration.

The statue was completely black and carved with strange and incomprehensible runes, as if it condensed the coldness and silence of the deepest part of the sea.

Although the mermaids did not know its origin, they were frightened by the inexplicable pressure it exuded, so they presented it to the Mermaid King.

As soon as the statue appeared in the mermaid kingdom, it was like a meteorite falling into calm water, causing ripples.

From the day of touching the statue, disaster quietly came.

Every mermaid who touches the statue will fall into unspeakable madness, with whispers from the abyss echoing in their ears, and their souls seeming to be torn apart by invisible hands, falling into an endless nightmare.

Even the Mermaid King was not spared. His eyes gradually lost their former kindness, and were replaced by chaos and brutality. He began to suffer from sleep at night, and muttered to himself on the throne all day long, muttering a language that did not belong to this sea.

Finally, he ordered a forbidden sacrificial ceremony.

At the cost of the entire tribe, a passage to another world leading to the abyss was opened.

Countless mermaids were pushed onto the altar in fear and chaos, and their blood dyed the blue sea red, just like the setting sun falling into the horizon but never rising.

When the ceremony was completed, a twisted space crack slowly opened up on the seabed, like a giant beast opening its mouth to swallow the light.

The Merman King led the few survivors through the underwater portal and entered a world full of corruption and despair.

There is the Abyss under the rule of Demogorgon. The air is filled with the breath of death and the darkness is endless. The ancestors of the Mylo Mermen struggled to survive in this hellish land. After several generations, their bodies and souls were ruthlessly corroded and reshaped.

The originally graceful and agile figure turned into a thick and ferocious body, and the clear eyes were covered with a bloody mist.

From then on, they were no longer mermaids, but monsters bred from the abyss, an extension of the devil's will. The Myro mermaids were born.

Today, these creatures cursed by the abyss still live in the darkest corners of the ocean. Following the orders of the demon lord Demogorgon, they often dive from the abyss into the sea of ​​the material plane, wreaking havoc and slaughtering the weak.

So, after seeing the body of the Myro mermaid, Brian immediately realized that he had embarked on the path of Demogorgon.

The remains of a body were lying quietly on the ground, with mottled fish scales and winding bloodstains, as if telling of a sudden violent conflict.

Myro mermaids are an extremely rare and dangerous species in the deep sea. Their strength and cunning are enough to deter most adventurers.

However, at this moment, it lay on the ground like a torn rag doll, dying miserably, with no room for struggle.

Brian squatted down, brushed his fingertips lightly over the cold body, and frowned slightly.

He could feel a trace of residual power fluctuations. Although it had almost dissipated, it still revealed a familiar aura.

This is not only the power of the abyss, but also carries strong traces of dark rituals.

Combined with the magical fluctuations remaining in the corpse, Brian can almost conclude that this Mylo mermaid was most likely a demon priest with legendary strength when he was alive.

What this means is self-evident.

In addition to him, other forces are also tracking Demogorgon's whereabouts, and have even taken action to attack the followers of this ancient being.

Otherwise, how could such a powerful being die so hastily and miserably?
So, Brian withdrew his thoughts and stopped thinking about it. He looked at the body of the Milo mermaid, his mind moved slightly, and he cast a prophecy spell, using the other party's remaining breath to search for the direction where Demogorgon might appear.

With the corpse of the Milo mermaid acting as a magical medium, Brian's prophecy became much more accurate.

In just a moment, he found Demogorgon's trace through the remaining magic fluctuations in the air. Without wasting time, Brian chased after him.

He flew over the underground river and followed the remaining traces of magic. Soon, he appeared in a strange fungal forest.

Everything here is shrouded in a morbid fluorescence. The huge mushrooms emit a faint green or dark purple light, like some kind of ominous eyes, quietly peering in the darkness.

It was eerily quiet all around, broken only by the occasional sound of bubbles seeping out from rotting tree trunks.

"here it is?"

Brian muttered to himself, his brows knitted unconsciously.

He looked around cautiously, his eyes alert and calm.

As my footsteps lightly stepped on the slimy surface, a pungent stench hit me in the face, as if death had long become the norm here.

The air was filled with a sickening smell of decay.

The surrounding plants had long been eroded by the power of darkness. The fungi that should have been full of vitality were now withered and twisted, with black spots all over their surfaces, as if their souls had been devoured by some indescribable plague.

Brian reached out and touched a fallen mushroom stem. As soon as his fingertips made contact, the tissue that should have been tough collapsed like mud, splashing a fine mist of spore dust.

He quickly took a half step back, a hint of vigilance and disgust flashing in his eyes.

Brian could feel that every inch of land and every bit of air here was polluted by an ancient and evil force, and the entire forest was rotting silently.

He stopped, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness slowly spread.

As a legendary psion, his perception of psychic power far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Brian could "smell" the residual psychic fluctuations in the air. It was a faint but clearly discernible presence, like dewdrops dissipating in the morning mist, quietly evaporating in the sunlight.

After realizing this situation, Brian immediately realized that an extremely brutal battle had broken out here not long ago.

As for why there are no corpses, it is obvious that one of the parties in the battle is the Abyss Demon.

Without the support of the earth's radiating power, these monsters from the bottomless abyss would turn into disgusting filth after being destroyed in the material world, and would quickly evaporate, leaving only disgusting traces.

It is this evil residual energy that has caused the surrounding fungi and mushrooms to mutate into their current appearance, twisted, swollen, and emitting a strange fluorescent light, as if they had become some kind of living curse.

As for the opponent of the Abyss Demon, he is definitely a powerful psychic.

Thinking of this, Brian immediately followed the remaining psychic power, unconsciously quickened his pace, and walked towards the depths of the fungal forest.

Soon, he found a huge umbrella-shaped mushroom tree with a trunk as thick as an ancient tower and its surface covered with moss-like glowing lines, like a sleeping giant.

In its shadow, a corpse lay quietly on the ground, its clothes torn, its face blurred, and it had long lost its life.

Not far above the corpse, a strange object was floating in the air.

It is only the size of a palm, crystal clear all over, with tiny tentacles all around its body. It floats slowly like a glowing jellyfish, emitting a soft but disturbing blue light.

The little thing seemed to sense Brian's arrival, and it trembled slightly, its light flickering, as regular as breathing but with some indescribable intention. (End of this chapter)