Arcane Journey

Brian felt that as the magic circle appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even Demogorgon's movements froze, as if he also felt this strange pressure.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence at this moment, with only the crimson six-pointed star array still slowly rotating, like the wheel of fate turning quietly, foreshadowing the storm that was about to come.

“Could it be…” Brian looked at Demogorgon, who was temporarily suppressed, and then at the magic circle above that was emanating an abyssal aura. A bold conjecture suddenly came to his mind.

The contents of "The Chronicles of the Demon King of Igville" may very well be a projection of the entire abyss through some kind of terrifying power.

The contents of this book may not be a simple record, but rather, through some indescribable, almost blasphemous power, the entire bottomless abyss is materialized on the pages in a projection manner.

In other words, "The Chronicles of the Igville Demon" is not a book that records the Abyss; it is itself a replica of the Abyss.

It not only imitated the rules of the abyss, but even evolved everything in the abyss, including those evil, cunning, and destructive demons.

This is why Demogorgon reacted so violently when the Mind Flayer Lich turned the pages of the book and burned it.

It is not merely a fictional character in the book, but rather a projection that has a profound connection with the real Demogorgon.

Perhaps it is a reflection of the soul, perhaps an echo of fate, or perhaps a deeper, more terrifying resonance.

Brian's heart raced, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

He suddenly realized that he was not facing a powerful demon lord, but a huge mystery that transcended reality and illusion, connecting existence and nothingness.

This discovery gave him a suffocating sense of oppression, as if an invisible gaze was watching him from the depths of the book pages, waiting for him to break free of his restraints and return to the world.

If that's the case, then Igville, the witch queen, is truly terrifying.

She not only overturned ordinary people's understanding of magic, but also seemed to single-handedly pry open the gears of fate in the bottomless abyss.

But upon closer reflection, he realized that things weren't so simple.

Brian simply couldn't believe that the power and magical skill of a witch queen alone could create such a miraculous feat.
It should be understood that whether it is a magnificent magic circle or a technique that tears through space and time, every step contains an understanding and control that transcends the mortal realm, and cannot be accomplished by one person alone.

There is likely a force behind her that is no less powerful than the gods.

"Run!"

Just then, the voice of the Mind Flayer Lich interrupted Brian's thoughts, pulling his consciousness back to the battlefield.

Demogorgon's massive body suddenly stiffened, his previously thrashing movements seemingly frozen by an invisible force.

A brief moment of hesitation flashed in those scarlet eyes that burned with madness and a desire for destruction.

How sharp are the Grey Dwarf Soulbladers?
Even without the mind flayer lich's reminder, he would have already noticed this fleeting flaw.

His muscles were taut like a bowstring. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, producing a low thud, and then violently pulled out the silver-handled pickaxe that was deeply embedded in Demogorgon's skull. The blade drew a spray of black blood and drew a cold light in the air.

Immediately afterward, he used the momentum to leap into the air, his body flipping in mid-air like a lithe antelope, quickly widening the distance between himself and the monster. Almost the instant the gray dwarf landed, the binding force of the magic circle quietly dissipated, and Demogorgon let out a deafening roar that seemed to tremble the entire battlefield.

It awoke from the chaos, but no longer merely in a rage; it was a more violent and destructive fury that suffocated the entire space.

Those scarlet pupils slowly rose, gazing at the floating, rotating magic circle with interwoven runes above their heads.

For a moment, a hint of irritation and hatred appeared in its eyes, as if some invisible hand had touched the most taboo memory deep in its soul.

Then, it suddenly raised its arms, and two snake-like tentacles, as if they were alive, shot out from its back, winding like lightning, with a faint but eerie golden light on their surface, and rushed straight towards the magic circle that was still spinning wildly.

Wherever the tentacles passed, the air was torn apart, leaving behind twisted marks.

"Prepare!"

Witnessing Demogorgon's void-tearing counterattack, the soul fire flickering in the mind flayer lich's eye sockets suddenly contracted, as if trembling from an invisible force, the eerie blue flames quivering in the empty eye sockets.

He slightly raised his withered fingers, the bony knuckles gleaming coldly in the dim light, and then a low, hoarse voice squeezed out from the depths of his chest, like a mournful cry echoing from a decaying tomb.

"Do it!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Brian felt a slight tremor in his heart and instinctively shifted his gaze from the fierce battle with Demogorgon to the direction the Mind Flayer Lich was projecting.

It was a dark corner, as deep as ink.

He had thought it was just a shadowy place intertwined with nothingness and silence, but now it was faintly emanating a strange fluctuation, like a venomous snake lurking beneath the surface of water, quietly wriggling.

Sure enough, amidst a series of faint footsteps, five figures slowly emerged from the darkness, like phantoms walking out of the night mist, each step carrying a repressive and eerie aura.

They were dressed in gray robes, the hems of which trailed on the ground, like ghosts that had been sealed away for thousands of years reappearing in the world.

The five people held their spellbooks tightly in their hands; the covers were mottled and the edges were curled, as if they had been through countless battles and the passage of time.

These pages may contain forbidden spells, or they may be gateways to the abyss.

Brian narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the group.

Although their faces were hidden under their hoods, their pale skin, sunken eye sockets, and drooping tentacles made him realize that these spellcasters were definitely members of the Mind Flayer clan.

However, their posture was stiff, their movements slow yet possessed a mechanical precision, and their cold eyes were lifeless, as if their souls had long been stripped away, leaving only a shell carrying out some kind of command.

Although each Mind Flayer maintained their aura at the Legendary level, and even Brian could feel the oppressive aura emanating from them, the aura they exuded did not belong to the living. Rather, it was more like that of manipulated puppets, devoid of will and emotion, left only with obedience and destruction.

"That's interesting. The Mind Flayer, who is known as a master of psychic powers, didn't learn psychic powers but instead learned magic. He was even turned into a puppet. What a grand scheme."

Brian narrowed his eyes, watching these mind flayers with great interest, wondering how they would perform when facing Demogorgon. (End of Chapter)