Chapter 302

The fog in the sky became more and more gray, like crows around. The repressed breath made the old mage out of breath.

"We believe in the abyss, which is an organization hidden in the dark, and are willing to do everything for the abyss." the old mage held the dark purple staff in his hand and stared at the target in front of him with dark eyes.

The gray sky set off the not very tall figure. The calm face under the thick gray hair seemed to have invisible magic, which made his body and soul groan at the moment,

"Under the crown, our action is the support of the 13th Abyss: the demon lord of the abyss of fear [nightmares] under the crown!" the old mage licked his lips and said dryly.

"It seems that the chaos in Stoke Kingdom has indeed attracted a lot of people." svein smiled softly, walked up to the old mage and looked down at the peepers with calm eyes.

"Your soul seems to be contaminated with some dirty things, bloody, resentful and unwilling. Do you get soul power from those towns destroyed by jackals?"

"Wait, don't come here! If I accidentally destroy this staff, it may attract the attention of the nightmares under the crown." the old mage couldn't help but shout when he saw the frightened guy walking in front of him. The dark purple staff in his hand emitted a faint fluorescence and attracted a strange smell.

"Don't force me. You should know that the anger of the Demon Lord will make this fortress no longer exist!"

All the peepers, including the old mage, kept retreating. The suffocating pressure made them fear. It was the fear once given to those lost and desperate humans. Now, they also try, and they are so powerless.

"Threat? Interesting." Swein stopped and looked down on the dark purple staff. The very good pattern structure should be written by a master.

But that's all. The demon lord's gaze may be very interesting.

"Damn it, is the legend great? You forced me!"

The old mage seemed to notice something. The soul on the verge of collapse instantly aroused all spiritual power, and then triggered the strange pattern on the dark purple staff.

A touch of dark energy suddenly bloomed and turned into a special six pointed star pattern out of thin air, like a spatial heavy anchor, positioning coordinates for distant existence.

[touch of liberation]!

[touch of Liberation: svein unleashes 5 demonic powers to attack the first enemy they hit and penetrate those killed by them. The hit enemy will receive terrible magic damage, and each additional demonic power will stack the damage.]

The scarlet light condensed in svein's right hand, immediately jumped and migrated in the void like lightning, annihilated all spell barriers, and directly tore the array of dark profanity priests.

"Struggle is meaningless."

Looking at the enemy who turned into ashes and dispersed with the wind, svein shook his head slightly and said.

Turn your eyes slightly, look at the deep purple six pointed star pattern again, and slightly release some energy flowing according to the attachment. It should be a kind of space marking spell effect.

"Demon lord?"

Svein had a detailed understanding of Lord modrian's trip to limontanlu, including the Demon Lord he met, the bloody sacrifice, and the violet mage tower that sheltered the king's capital.

Only in terms of spatial markers, the demon lord can only descend his own consciousness. After all, this is the theme plane, with the suppression of continental pan consciousness.

If it is to open the abyss channel, or the dark desecrates the priests for coming sacrifice, then those greedy demon lords may want to come to the main plane and devour some pure human souls.

"Huh?" Swain frowned slightly. He felt a sudden breath from the purple six pointed star, with endless soul wailing.

"I don't know whether the devil in the abyss is similar to that in Valoran. If I can, I don't mind another devil in my heart, because I have evil ghosts in my heart!"

Buzz!

The invisible wind and waves scattered the gray clouds, blowing Swain's gray hair and the old-fashioned aristocratic clothes.

"I am the nightmare night woman of the abyss of fear. Who is calling me?" the purple six pointed star array burst to pieces, and the surging spell energy outlined the image of disillusionment in the void.

"Eh? Is it the breath of legend? Are you calling me?" the nightmares like human ladies suspended in the air looked at svein in front of her eyes, and her eyes twinkled with doubts. They are both legends. She felt a trace of something wrong.

Yes, it's the breath of the theme, so why does a legend want to call me? Could it be that... Nightmares kept their looks unchanged, but they began to be vigilant inside. There were rumors flowing out of the abyss. Some powerful and abnormal human legendary spell casters liked to study the knowledge of demon blood.

"Night ghost woman?" Swein didn't answer nightmare night woman's question directly, but looked at the disillusioned and uncertain image and guessed.

The secretive and cunning night ghost woman is a natural caster living in the bottomless abyss. They are keen on subversion and destruction, and expect to see all positive things turn into negative: love turns into trouble, kindness turns into hatred, enthusiasm turns into indifference, generosity turns into selfishness. These corruption processes of mortals just bring endless happiness to the night ghost woman.

Silence came suddenly!

Swein and nightmares stared at each other. The invisible breath collided and spread in the dark jungle, annihilating and dispersing the surrounding trees and gravel.

[advanced spell: Nightmare magic missile]!

[advanced spell: weakening ray]!

The will of the nightmare night woman directly and instantaneously sends two high-level spells. The transparent and surging magic ball shoots at svein like a continuous ball, and then a dark green ray follows, tearing the void faintly, and the overflowing energy has a little toxic glow.

"Damn it, which stupid guy gave the positioning staff I gave to each other?" the nightmares smelled the energy fluctuation that frightened her, and she decided to release the spell she had prepared.

[alien transmission]!

Each incoming will must be careful for the Demon Lord. Once lost, it means the accumulation of hundreds of years. This is also the reason why the [shadow side] made cross-border moves.

Nightmares also don't want to lose the will to come this time. Especially for legendary casters, the will represents not only accumulation, but also the embodiment of some knowledge.

Compared with the portal opened by the old mage before, [alien teleportation] is more sophisticated. It is a necessary spell for legendary spell casters, so that they can cross countless planes and collect needed spell materials.

Buzz!

Just for a moment, the small door leaf as dark as ink floated in front of the nightmares, and then the coming will wanted to sink into it.

"Fragile will, timid soul!"

Swein looked at the demon lord who wanted to escape. His indifferent eyes were full of contempt. Such a demon did not deserve to enter my heart.