Arcane Journey

"It's quite interesting." Brian stood in front of the towering statue, his eyes deep and his tone full of emotion. "Demogorgon actually built the altar in the Underdark's other-dimensional space. It seems that he is determined to completely sever the connection with his head and break through the shackles at all costs to increase his power."

His voice echoed in the empty and strange space, as if it was stretched and quietly swallowed by some invisible force.

This is a forbidden place far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. It is filled with a cold and damp atmosphere. The air seems to still linger with the fishy sweetness of demon blood and the embers of burning magic.

The scene before me is chilling.

The huge altar was built on a pitch-black rock, with intricate and ancient runes engraved on the surface. Those words seemed to be written in blood and have never faded even after being washed away by time.

The statue of Demogorgon stood in the center of the altar, with a ferocious face and eyes as deep as the abyss, as if they could penetrate the soul.

I have to say, this sense of oppression from the ancient demon is still frightening even if it is just a stone sculpture.

And around the statue, piles of corpses of abyss demons lay everywhere, stacked up layer upon layer, almost covering the entire space.

Some of the bodies were incomplete, while others were torn into pieces. The blood had long since dried up and coagulated into black marks, spreading like a spider web to every corner of the ground.

Brian squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently brushed the remains of a demon. His fingertips touched the cold scales and felt the fluctuations of magic that had not yet dissipated.

He frowned slightly, his eyes gradually becoming serious: "These...are all sacrificed."

There are not only ordinary demons, but also some high-level demons that exude a powerful aura, legendary level.

Their bodies were also placed in specific locations, with clear cut marks on the chest or throat. It was obvious that they did not die in battle, but were slaughtered and sacrificed in an organized manner.

"Demogorgon has invested a lot of money."

Brian stood up slowly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He looked at the statue, as if he could see through the cold stone and see the ancient demon's eyes burning with the fire of destruction.

At this moment, he had already made up his mind:
This sacrifice was not accidental, but a carefully planned ritual. Demogorgon was not only trying to cut off a part of his past, but also to break free of certain shackles and move towards a higher level of existence. And all of this was quietly completed in this unknown dimension.

Before Brian could recover from the shock of Demogorgon, he suddenly heard the sound of fierce fighting in the distance, mixed with low and brutal roars, like a trapped ancient beast roaring in anger.

There was a faint violent and fishy smell floating in the air, like the rolling thunderclouds before a storm, which was suffocating.

He frowned slightly, his eyes focused, and his mind quickly sorted out various possible situations.

After a moment, Brian moved his mind slightly, and a circle of dark blue teleportation array suddenly appeared on his body surface. With a flash of light, his figure disappeared on the spot as if swallowed by the night.

The next moment, he was at the edge of the battlefield.

The branches and leaves were broken and the soil was flying all around, it was obvious that the battle just now was very fierce.

Brian held his breath and quickly restrained his breath to almost nothingness. He disappeared into the shadows, like a silent rock without revealing any flaws.

Then, he narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the darkness and dust, and locked onto the chaotic battle ahead. There, figures intertwined and tumbled, and the collision of light, shadow, and power was like a thunderous explosion.

In this fierce battle, Brian saw many strange-looking members who were obviously from the Society of Glory. He even discovered the legendary team that had sniped the incarnation of Demogorgon in the Kou Tao Murloc town.

However, in the center surrounded by these Guangyao Society elites, there was a strange vacuum zone, as if even the air was driven away by fear.

There, a huge creature was crawling, like a living mountain.

Its body was covered with thick black fur, its muscles were knotted and bulging like iron chains, its scarlet face was covered with twisted scars, and its eyes burned with violence and madness, like the embers of hellfire.

It looks like a baboon, but is far more hideous and terrifying than any known creature. It is like a monster bred by chaos and despair.

Just as Brian expected, Demogorgon, the creature that once terrified countless planes and worlds, is now missing a head.

The broken neck was covered with charred flesh and blood, and it looked like it had been torn apart by some extreme force.

No one knows whether he tore his head off by himself or it was torn apart by his enemy through some other more terrifying force.

In short, this appearance has long gone beyond the scope of what language can describe. It is like a torn and randomly pieced together nightmare picture, which makes people feel palpitating and shocking.

The battle has clearly entered a white-hot state.

On the battlefield, the twisted tentacles of the mind flayer lich danced in the air, and evil wisdom flashed in its eyes. The gray dwarf soul blade wielded a mattock that glowed with black light, and every chopped seemed to tear the air.

The Kou Tao murloc priest was looming in the water vapor, chanting strange prayers. The Warcraft swordmaster was like an angry beast, leaving afterimages wherever the sword pointed.

The Lizardman Ranger was lurking in the dark, and his arrows would occasionally streak through the sky, leaving a trail of blood.

In addition to these powerful beings that are capable of shaking the situation of the battle, other members who originally belonged to the Guangyao Society have now retreated one after another, with some looking frightened, some covered in scars, and staggering away from the core of the battle.

Their weapons seemed so fragile in front of those terrifying enemies, like toys in the hands of children.

Obviously, this battle has long been beyond their endurance and is not a level they can participate in.

The air was filled with the smell of death, mixed with the scorching sound of burning magic and the harsh sound of metal colliding.

Just as Brian was full of doubts, secretly wondering what means this legendary team relied on to deal with Demogorgon's incarnation until now, his eyes inadvertently swept across a corner of the battlefield, and he was suddenly attracted by a book tightly held in the withered hand of the Mind Flayer Lich.

The book cover was old and mottled, obviously having gone through countless years. A mysterious demonic pattern vaguely appeared on the cover, looming in the dim light, moving around like a living thing.

An indescribable evil aura slowly overflowed from the pages of the book, as if even the surrounding air was polluted by it, becoming so stagnant that it was suffocating.

Brian's heart was shocked, and he blurted out the name of the book: "The Evil of Igwell"! (End of this chapter)