The mist in the sky became more and more gray, like crows surrounding it, and the suppressed breath made the old mage breath breathless.

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

The gray sky was set against the small tall figure, and the calm face under the thick gray hair seemed to have invisible magic, which made his body and soul moan overwhelmed at this moment.

"Mr. Crown, our operation this time is supported by the thirteenth level of the abyss: the demon lord [Nightmare Nightmare] of the abyss of fear!" The old mage licked his lips and said in a dry tone.

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

"Your souls seem to be stained with some dirty things, blood, resentment, and unwillingness. Are you getting soul power from those towns that were destroyed by gnolls?"

"Wait, don't come here! If I accidentally destroy this staff, it may attract the attention of the Nightmare Ye Po." The old mage saw the guy who brought fear in front of him stepping over, and couldn't help but say loudly. The deep purple staff in his hand emitted a faint fluorescence, which triggered a strange aura.

"Don't force me, you should know that the wrath of the Demon Lord will make this fortress no longer exist!"

All the peepers, including the old mage, are constantly retreating. The suffocating pressure makes them fear, the fear that once gave to the lost and desperate humans. Now, they have tried it, and are so powerless.

"Threatening? Interesting." Svein stopped and his eyes fell on the dark purple staff. The very good magic pattern structure should have been written by a master.

But that's all, the Demon Lord's gaze may be very interesting.

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

The old mage seemed to have noticed something. The soul on the verge of collapse instantly stimulated all its spiritual power, and then activated the strange magic patterns on the deep purple staff.

A dark energy suddenly bloomed and turned out of thin air into some special hexagram pattern, like a heavy anchor in space, positioning the coordinates of distant existence.

【Touch of Liberation】!

[Touch of Liberation: Svein releases 5 demonic powers to attack the first enemy they hit and penetrate the enemies they kill. The hit enemies will suffer terrifying magic damage, and each additional demonic power will superimpose this damage.]

The scarlet glow condensed in Svein's right hand, and then jumped and moved in the void like lightning, annihilated all spell barriers, and directly tore the array of dark blasphemy priests.

"Struggle, meaningless."

Looking at the enemy in front of him who turned into ashes and dispersed with the wind, Svein shook his head slightly and said.

His eyes turned slightly, and he looked at the deep purple hexagram pattern again, releasing some mental power to relate to the flowing energy, which should be the effect of some kind of space marking spell.

"Does Lord?"

Svein had learned in detail about the trip to Limontanelu by the lord Modrian, including the demon lord he encountered, the bloody sacrifice, and the Violet Mage Tower that protected the capital.

Just in terms of space marks, the demon lord can only descend his own consciousness. After all, this is the main plane, with the suppression of the general consciousness of the mainland.

If the passage of the abyss is opened, or the dark blasphemy priests are coming to worship, then the greedy demon lords may want to come to the main plane to devour some pure human souls.

"Huh?" Svein frowned slightly. He felt a sudden aura from the purple hexagram, with endless soul wailing sounds.

"I don't know if the demon in the abyss is similar to the one in the Valoran continent. If possible, I don't mind having another demon in my heart, because there is already a demon in my heart!"

Buzz!

The invisible wind and waves blew away the gray clouds and blew Svein's gray hair and the old-school aristocratic costumes.

"I am the [Nightmare Nightmare] who is calling me?" The purple hexagram magic circle exploded and the surge of magic energy outlined a disillusioned image in the void.

"Huh? Is it the aura of legend? Is it you calling me?" Nightmare, suspended in the air, looked at Svein in front of her, and doubt flashed in her eyes. As a legend, she felt something was wrong.

That's right, it's the breath of the main plane, so why does a legend want to summon me? Could it be... Nightmare Ye Po kept his expression unchanged, but his heart began to be alert. Rumors were leaked in the abyss. Some human legendary casters with perverted power like to study knowledge about the bloodline of the demons.

"Ye Ghost Woman?" Svein did not answer the nightmare Ye Po's question directly, but looked at the disillusioned image and said guessingly.

The mysterious and cunning Ye Gui Po is a natural spellcaster living in the bottomless abyss. They are keen on subversion and destruction, hoping to see all positive things turn into negatives: love turns into trouble, friendship turns into hatred, enthusiasm turns into indifference, generosity turns into selfishness. These corrupt processes of mortals just bring endless happiness to Ye Gui Po.

Silence suddenly came!

Svein and Nightmare stared at each other, and the invisible aura collided in the dark jungle, annihilated and dissipated the surrounding trees and gravel.

[Advanced Spell: Nightmare Magic Missile]!

[Advanced Spell: Debilitated Ray]!

The will of Nightmare Nightmare's arrival directly emitted two advanced spells instantly. The transparent and overwhelming spell sphere shot towards Svein like a continuous bead, and then a dark green ray followed, tearing apart the void with a little toxin glow.

"Damn it, which stupid guy gave the positioning staff I gave to the other party?" Nightmare Nightmare smelled the energy fluctuation that scared her, and then she decisively released the spell she had prepared.

【Telection from another world】!

Each will that descends must be careful for the demon lord. Once it is lost, it means a loss of hundreds of years of accumulation. This is also the reason why [Shadow] cross-border action was taken.

Nightmare also does not want to lose the will to come this time, especially for the legendary spell caster, will represents not only accumulation, but also a reflection of part of knowledge.

Compared with the portal opened by the old mage before, [Telection from another world] is more exquisite. This is a necessary spell for legendary spellcasters, allowing them to cross countless planes and collect and obtain the required spell materials.

Buzz!

In just a moment, the small dark door appeared in front of Nightmare Ye Po, and then the will that came came wanted to sink into it.

"Fragile will, timid soul!"

Svein looked at the demon lord who wanted to escape, his cold eyes were filled with contempt. Such a demon was not worthy of entering my heart.
Chapter completed!