Arcane Journey

"Is this the trick you can play?" Brian's voice echoed in the dark land of the illusion, and the air was filled with a frightening and strange atmosphere. Those distorted and hideous monsters were like poisonous snakes lurking in the shadows of the abyss, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"If this is all you are capable of, then you are not worthy of your noble status as a demon lord." Brian's words revealed deep contempt. "Obviously, the long years of imprisonment have made you lose your former glory. Even the illusion you once prided yourself on seems so insignificant and vulnerable in front of a mere mortal wizard like me."

His eyes were sharp as torches as he scanned the demons disguised as terrifying creatures, a sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking their incompetence.

In the distant world of "Oss", Greyhawk Castle was once the prison of the illusionary demon lord Fraz-Urluu, causing him to lose his freedom and power for a time. He was forced to rebuild his power weakened by time bit by bit in the abyss.

During the years of imprisonment, the demigod-level staff in Fraz-Urlu's hand became the turning point of his fate and was ruthlessly taken away by his captor.

Now, this staff has become an obsession that he cannot give up, and it is even a humiliation that other demon lords laugh at. Therefore, it has also become the key to his revenge and rebirth.

As a result, Fraz-Urluu and his minions are planning a journey to recover the lost weapon, and the Underdark is the first step in their plan.

In this forgotten land, they vowed to uncover the dusty secrets, retrieve the staff of glory that once belonged to them, and let the power of the Lord of the Abyss shock the world once again.

A glimpse of the whole picture.

Faced with the illusion cast by the incarnation of the Illusion Demon King, Brian did not rush to resist, but allowed the other party to pull him into the illusion.

His purpose was to witness with his own eyes to what extent the demon's power had been weakened, and then decide whether it was necessary to take action against him.

At this moment, the power of the Phantom Demon King was weakened to an astonishing degree.

Brian secretly thought that perhaps he could take this opportunity to make this devil pay a heavier price.

If we could take this opportunity to find out the whereabouts of the demigod-level staff from him, it would naturally be the most ideal outcome.

Without further hesitation, Brian began to concentrate on dealing with the illusion of the Illusion Demon King.

He concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, gradually going deeper into the bizarre dream world, trying to find clues to break the impasse.

Every minute and every second is crucial. He must stay awake in this illusory world in order to find the only real way out.

The Illusion Demon King obviously heard Brian's mockery of him. Although he did not respond, the obvious changes in the illusion expressed his extremely angry mood at the moment.

The illusion is constantly changing...

In the ever-changing illusion, Brian suddenly realized that the atmosphere around him had quietly changed.

The gazes of those undead creatures changed from indifference at first to sinister ones, as if they contained murderous intent and exuded a bone-chilling chill, which made him feel alert.

The fleeing civilians around him also suddenly stopped at this moment, their eyes full of hostility, and they regarded him as an enemy all of a sudden, which made him confused.

At the same time, in the dark land completely corroded by the energy of death, countless undead creatures such as the undead, zombies, skeletons, ghosts, etc. whose dark consciousness had been awakened also sensed Brian's presence.

They suddenly stopped fighting each other and rushed towards him.

The dark and massive formation was like an impending storm, making people shudder.

The roars of undead creatures, the cracking of bones, and the wails of ghosts intertwined to form a creepy symphony of death.

Faced with this situation, Brian naturally did not dare to be careless.

Even though he had just spoken sharply and mocked the Phantom Demon King, it did not mean that he dared to show any contempt for him.

After all, even the demon lord who was weakened to the point where only a trace of his shadow remained, still had a profound foundation, like a lean camel that is bigger than a horse.

In the abyss, the will intertwined with chaos and evil, even if it is extremely weak, is enough to make people feel terrified.

Moreover, once this demon lord went crazy, his violence and cruelty were something that no one could underestimate.
Countless undead souls surged in like a tide, with crazy and ferocious light flashing in their eyes, as if they could see into the deepest fear and despair in people's hearts.

That gaze was evil, strange, terrifying, and like a curse from the depths of the underworld, it was all locked on Brian, wanting to tear him completely into pieces and wipe his soul from the world.

Brian's situation at the moment is difficult.

He was in the illusion of the demon lord, where the rules were set by the demons. For him, this was undoubtedly a hopeless battle.

His body was as fragile as a dead tree, his flesh was withered and he looked very old, and his skin was like dry land, covered with wrinkles and cracks.

What's worse is that he couldn't use even a trace of magical energy. It seemed as if he had been deprived of the ability to communicate with the world and could only watch death approach step by step.

He was like a fish stranded on the beach, struggling and calling for help, but unable to do anything.

The undead had already sensed his fragility and helplessness, and pounced on him even more unscrupulously.

The air around seemed to freeze, and every breath became heavy and difficult.

However, all this is not a problem for Brian.

Because he knew very well that the illusion was just an illusion. No matter how realistic it appeared, it was ultimately just an illusion.

Brian looked very old and had lost all ability to move, but that was just an appearance to confuse others.

There is an unquenchable flame burning deep in his heart, which is the persistent pursuit of the truth and the firm belief in his own will.

He is a wise man who has insight into the world and watches all the floating clouds around him with cold eyes.

As long as he could always keep this in mind - the nature of illusion, then all the terror and despair around him would be nothing but passing clouds and would not be able to shake him in the slightest.

There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. It was obvious that he had seen through the layers of fog in the illusion and found the way to the real world.

Brian stood at the edge of the battlefield, surrounded by a horde of crazy and evil undead. They surged like a tide, roaring destructively, and kept approaching, trying to swallow him up in endless darkness.

Faced with this terrible crisis, he gently closed his eyes, letting the noise and threats around him roar in his ears, but he seemed to be in another world.

In this moment of silence, Brian began to try to find the glimmer of light deep in his heart, which was the proof of his own existence and the source of courage and faith.

At this moment, his soul was like a deep lake. Although it seemed calm on the surface, there were undercurrents surging at the bottom of the lake, containing endless power.

He took a deep breath, trying to draw life force from the flow of this breath, letting it transform into streams of warm air, swirling and rising in his chest, and finally converging at his fingertips.

As Brian's mind gradually became clearer, the darkness and fear gradually receded, and were replaced by waves of fiery magical energy.

They were like long-imprisoned dragons that awakened at Brian's call, circling and dancing around him with the power of destruction and regeneration.

Murderous aura emerges!
At this moment, Brian suddenly opened his majestic eyes that glowed with deep purple light and shouted, "Break it for me!"

——"Chaos surges!"

——"Chaos Blessing!"

——"Arcane Storm!"

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Instantly, the energy condensed from the chaos of the four elements surged out of Brian's body like a tide, like a never-ending howling storm, sweeping across the world and shaking the surrounding space. (End of this chapter)