Arcane Journey

The Radiant Order is a very mysterious organization in the Underdark.

So mysterious that even Brian doesn't know much about them.

In Brian's limited knowledge, he only knew that the Radiant Order was a secret organization composed of various highly intelligent neutral monsters such as mind flayer liches, gray dwarf soul knives, Warcraft swordmasters, lizardman rangers and Kuo-Toa high priests.

These beings, who come from different races but are equally intelligent, seem to have nothing to do with each other, but they gather together for some unknown belief or purpose.

Their actions are secretive and efficient, and they deal with the inexplicable visions and disasters in the Underdark without being known to others. It is as if this dark world has its own guardians, and the Radiant Order is the invisible night watchman.

From this, it can be seen that the Guangyao Society looks like an organization that leans towards the good camp.

However, Brian never believed that there was pure kindness in this world.

He knew very well that in this land full of conspiracy and betrayal, there was a shadow behind every ray of light.

As the old saying goes: "There is no love without reason, and there is no hate without reason."

Even the seemingly selfless actions of the Guangyao Society must have hidden purposes.

Their neutrality is just a cloak they wear; their real motives are like an undercurrent in the abyss, quietly surging and unknown to anyone.

Now, he actually found traces of the Guangyao Society in this desolate and twisted dimension.

These familiar rune carvings, the remnants of secret rituals, and the hint of a scent in the air that doesn't belong to this place.

Everything was like a silent whisper, echoing in Brian's ears, awakening the long-lost alertness and curiosity deep in his heart.

This made him vaguely realize that he might be standing at a critical juncture and was about to uncover the true face of the organization that had been shrouded in mystery.

And this time, what awaits him may not just be a secret, but a storm that is enough to subvert his cognition.

And Brian had the biggest doubt in his heart: why would Guangyao dare to hunt down the demon prince Demogorgon? Do they really have the strength to hunt down the demon lord?

Brian withdrew his thoughts and stopped thinking about it. With the guidance of Furu's spiritual orb, he continued to track Demogorgon's traces.

As he continued to move forward, the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, as if an invisible hand was pulling at his nerves.

The traces of battle became more and more dense.

The ground was charred and mottled, and the rock walls were covered with claw marks and remnants of magical burns. Broken weapons, scattered scales, and coagulated bloodstains were spread out like an unfinished picture of war.

Then, corpses began to appear one after another.

First came the twisted body of the Kuo Tao murloc, whose skin was a strange bluish-gray color and whose hand was tightly grasping a rusty bone fork.

Then came the eyeless but chilling face of the Mind Flayer, with its brain splattered all over, as if torn apart by some violent force.

The wounds on the Warcraft's body were horrific, even his bones were crushed.

The huge body of the Minotaur lay on the ground, the battle axe still stuck in the enemy, and there was lingering anger in his eyes before death.

The sharp claws of the Devil's Claw were deeply embedded in the cracks of the rock, as if it was still struggling before death, while the floating body of the Eye Demon had already fallen, and its broken eyestalks drooped like dead branches.

Further ahead, the corpses of the abyss demons were piled up densely, and the smell of decay was overwhelming, mixed with the smell of sulfur and death.

Most of them were seriously injured, some were beheaded, some had their chests pierced, and some had their bodies completely burned by the flames, leaving only a charred outline.

These once terrifying existences were now reduced to a pile of wreckage, telling of an extremely brutal battle. The corpses lying on the ground looked particularly hideous under the dim and morbid fluorescence of the fungus. Brian squatted down and touched the charred and cracked skin with his fingertips, and his heart sank.

The traces of the battlefield are clearly visible.

The Society of Glory clearly had an overwhelming advantage. Their enemies, those once-frightening demons and heretics, were now a mess of broken limbs and bloody mess.

Among these corpses, an exceptionally tall figure caught Brian's attention.

These were the remains of a Balor Flame Demon, a being that once possessed fifth-order legendary power, but now lay curled up in the dust as if all its vitality had been drained away.

Seeing this, Brian frowned, slowly leaned over, and looked at the body carefully.

There were no wounds, no burn marks, and no scorch marks from magical explosions.

Its skin was tightly attached to its bones, and its muscles were as dry as paper. It looked as if all its energy and blood had been sucked out by some invisible and terrifying force.

The whole body had shrunk like a mummy in a thousand-year-old tomb. Even the eye sockets had collapsed into two dark holes, and the fear and despair of the moment of death still remained.

Brian's heartbeat involuntarily quickened a few beats.

He had seen many ways of death, from being pierced by a sharp blade to having his soul torn apart, but he had never seen such a strange and thorough way of death. A fifth-level legendary Balor Flame Demon didn't even have a chance to resist before all the breath of life was quietly wiped out.

Brian's gaze lingered on the corpse for a long time, his mind quickly deducing various possibilities.

Eventually, he came to a conclusion.

It is very likely that the Guangyao Society has a terrifying weapon in its hands that is comparable to a divine weapon.

It may not be a divine weapon in the traditional sense, but its power is so terrifying that it is definitely close to the authority bestowed by gods.

Otherwise, it would not be possible to kill the Balor Flame Demon so easily.

Thinking of this, Brian couldn't help but quicken his pace.

As we go deeper, the air becomes moist and sticky, with a faint fishy and sweet smell, like the scent of rotten flowers, which makes people feel dazed.

In the deepest part of the fungal forest, there is almost no light, only the faint blue fluorescent mushrooms emit a faint light, like stars scattered on the ground, reflecting a strange outline.

Suddenly, the shadows of the trees in front became sparse, and an open area quietly emerged.

Brian paused, his eyes fixed on the scene in the center of the open space.

A huge altar made of obsidian-like rocks stands quietly in the darkness.

Above the altar stands a statue of the demon prince Demogorgon.

However, this was very different from the legend he knew.

Generally speaking, Demogorgon is depicted with two heads in parallel, symbolizing the coexistence of reason and rage.

But the statue in front of him was only a head, hideous and twisted, with spiral horns on the forehead, the corners of the mouth stretched to the ears, revealing white fangs, and the eyes seemed to be burning with a never-extinguished flame.

This is a symbol of pure chaos and destruction. (End of this chapter)