Arcane Journey

Is it almost over?
Brian shook his head, feeling he'd rather believe he was Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor of China, and be sending money quickly than believe that Demogorgon was about to be killed by this group of legendary professionals.

Regardless, Demogorgon's abandoned head still holds a chilling power.

This is no ordinary monster remains, but the remains of one of the Abyss Rulers. Even though only a head remains, the god-like power hidden within is like a dormant volcano, ready to erupt with devastating energy at any moment.

Even more terrifying is that it carries the will of the bottomless abyss.

This unfathomable, chaotic, and twisted existence corrodes reason, devours light, and instills despair.

Although these professionals possessed legendary ancient texts like "The Demon-Subduing Chronicles of Igville," which contained countless secret techniques and sealing incantations for subduing demons, they still found it difficult to deal with such a terrifying being easily.

After all, no matter how powerful "Demon Chronicles" is, it is ultimately just a tool, and those who use it are still flesh-and-blood people.

Demogorgon's abandoned head, though having lost its complete body and former wisdom, still retains its most primal and violent instincts.

It's like an ancient beast trapped in darkness, devoid of reason, driven only by the urge to destroy and devour.

This kind of chaotic will is capable of tearing apart all rules and order, making people tremble with fear.

Finally, under the relentless pressure of the gray dwarf soulblader, barely able to breathe, a faint golden light, like the first rays of dawn, quietly emerged deep within Demogorgon's crimson eyes. Though weak, the light seemed to pierce through layers of mist, carrying an ancient and mysterious power, quietly reviving.

Its counterattack quietly began at this seemingly most powerless moment.

It neither dodged nor avoided the blow, allowing the gleaming silver pickaxe of the gray dwarf Soulblade, imbued with a soul-tearing psychic power, to slam heavily into its forehead.

The moment the metal struck the skull, a dull and piercing "crack" was heard. The hoe was deeply embedded, blood splattered, and even the air seemed to distort from the impact.

However, just when everyone thought that this attack was likely to seriously injure Demogorgon, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from its massive body, like the sun suddenly rising into the sky, dispelling all the gloom around it.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely violent and chaotic storm swept out from its body, as if the world had lost its balance and space had collapsed.

The howling wind was mixed with the echoes of ancient incantations and chaotic power, surging like a raging torrent, blowing away all the enemies that surrounded it.

Whether they were warriors engaged in close combat or spellcasters casting spells dozens of steps away, they were all swept into the air like falling leaves and fell down in a sorry state.

The gray dwarf soulblader, who was the first to be hit, was not spared. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

At that moment, Demogorgon made his move.

Its movements were as swift as a ghost, as if it had anticipated this moment.

The scaly, thick, and powerful hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing the gray dwarf's ankle before it even touched the ground. Its five fingers clenched tightly, like iron clamps, completely blocking the opponent's last escape route.

Then, Demogorgon slowly raised his lowered eyelids, his scarlet eyes reflecting the terrified face of the gray dwarf Soulblade, and a sinister, violent smile appeared on his lips.

"Oops!"

Having barely managed to regain his footing, the Mind Flayer Lich witnessed the sudden shift in the situation. The soul fire deep within his skull's eye sockets trembled violently, like a candle flickering in the wind, threatening to be extinguished at any moment. He was utterly horrified and almost instinctively opened the "Igville's Guide to Demonic Exorcism" clutched tightly in his skeletal hand.

The book's cover was mottled and its edges were curled, as if it had been through countless wars and curses, and each page held an indescribable and terrifying secret.

Brian, hiding in the shadows, narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly noticing the change in the Mind Flayer Lich's movements.

His heart tightened, and he immediately began to chant a spell in a low voice, his fingertips lightly tracing the air, condensing a semi-transparent magical eye.

The eyeball silently rose into the air, quickly hovering above the battlefield, like a third eye peering into fate, taking in every detail.

The Mind Flayer's fingers flew across the pages of the Demon Chronicles, which rustled as they were propelled by an unseen force.

When it stopped on a certain page, the paper was suddenly enveloped in a faint purple glow, and then Demogorgon's image emerged from the page.

Inside the book, there is an ancient and evil being, whose face is blurred like an echo from an abyss, and whose eyes are like burning black flames, giving people a suffocating fear at first glance.

The mind flayer lich emitted a low, obscure incantation from deep within its throat, the syllables like the hiss of a venomous snake, twisted and chilling.

As the incantation was completed, Demogorgon's image trembled violently, and strange ripples appeared on its surface, the entire image struggling and writhing.

The next moment, the image suddenly burst into flames, the flames not orange-red, but pitch black as night, spreading out as if swallowing the light.

In an instant, the portrait turned to ashes and scattered in the wind, as if it had never existed.

Brian held his breath, watching everything through his arcane eye, but an indescribable chill rose in his heart.

This is not a summoning, but... a sealing? Or perhaps a sacrifice?
Soon, the Demon Chronicles gave him the answer.

As the yellowed pages of the book turned to ashes under an invisible force, on the battlefield in reality, above Demogorgon, a crimson six-pointed star array suddenly condensed, spinning wildly. Its light was dazzling and eerie, like an eye torn from the depths of an abyss, coldly overlooking this land.

At the center of the star array, the atmosphere was turbulent and boiling, as if countless invisible sharp teeth were gnawing at each other, emitting a low and sharp buzzing sound.

Brian stood below, feeling a familiar yet chilling aura emanating from the depths of the vortex.

This aura was extremely similar to that of the bottomless abyss—cold, decaying, and filled with chaotic malice, like a million demons whispering in your ear.

He was startled, almost instinctively thinking that the mind flayer lich had forcibly opened a passage to the bottomless abyss by using some forbidden demonic power.

But in the next instant, his brows furrowed sharply, and a doubt arose in his heart.

Because although the aura was similar, it lacked the most fundamental characteristic of the bottomless abyss: pure chaos.

On the contrary, it exudes an indescribable sense of order, as if a pair of calm and rational eyes are controlling everything.

This feeling is like that of a wise man cloaked in the fur of a wild beast, lurking within a raging inferno, waiting for his chance to strike. (End of Chapter)