544. Chapter 543 Illusion


How could Brian be shocked by the Demon Lord's simple words? Don't say that what he saw in front of him was just an inconspicuous ray of energy left in the incarnation of the Illusion Demon King. Even if he came in person, he would not be able to threaten him.

He faced the Illusion Demon King's deep, blood-red eyes without fear. At the moment of this confrontation, the air around him seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still.

A circle of thick barriers composed of arcane runes and psychic abilities quietly emerged around Brian. They surrounded him like bright stars, emitting a soft but inviolable light.

Each barrier is like the materialization of ancient runes and mysterious spells. It not only isolates all intrusions from the outside world, but also emits the chaotic rage of the bottomless abyss that emanates from the Phantom Demon King. All the breath is dispersed.

As the demon lord slowly raised his head, his blood-red pupils flashed with strange light, swallowing up the entire space as if welcoming a violent storm.

This weird energy made Brian feel dizzy, and the invisible force held him firmly in place.

Immediately afterwards, everything around him began to become blurry, and then visions appeared - dark creatures hovering, a large mouth tearing the sky, and people losing their minds and roaring madly. These scenes rushed towards him like a torrent. Everything in his mind was suffocating, and he could hardly bear the impact of these despair and fear that came together like a tidal wave.

In an instant, Brian was enveloped by an irresistible force, and the whole world seemed to become illusory at this moment.

Then, in a hazy and illusory fog, Brian felt like he was in an illusion that was like a dream intertwined with reality.

The fog gradually dissipated, and he found himself standing on top of the world, like a noble and proud leader, ruling countless other small worlds.

Arcane energy shone around him, as bright as stars, and Brian's subconscious told himself that these energies were more intoxicating than any fine wine he had ever tasted.

He looked around and found that he ruled over shining cities. These cities were like bright pearls inlaid on the earth. The residents of the cities fell at his feet, cheered feverishly, and shouted out their praises to him. worship and loyalty.

Their voices are as shocking as thunder, full of endless admiration and love.

Brian had never dreamed that he could have such a lofty status and power, but at this moment he truly felt it all.

He seemed to be able to touch the pulse of the multiverse and feel the infinite mysteries and possibilities contained within it.

Knowledge he never dreamed of awaits him to explore in every corner of the multiverse.

Countless thick classics written in foreign languages ​​have been translated for him, revealing unimaginable and unheard of magic to him.

Each classic is like a door to a new world, allowing him to glimpse the secrets hidden deep in the universe.

His mind was deeply attracted by this mysterious knowledge, as if there was an invisible force pushing him forward to uncover those unknown mysteries.

The brilliance of the arcane, the majesty of the scepter, the glory of the throne, the endless wealth... everything was as bright as the grand scene he had dreamed of, filling his heart with indescribable joy.

Brian couldn't help but smile.

However, when he lowered his head and looked at himself, his smile suddenly froze, and was instantly replaced by a look of disbelief. What he saw in front of him made him stunned.

Brian's body gradually became thinner, his bones were protruding, and his skin seemed to have been arbitrarily twisted by the hands of time and misfortune, becoming twisted and deformed.

His muscles were like withered leaves in autumn, tightly attached to the exposed bones, turning brown and black and rough, as if they had been punished by God, and like the bark of an old tree ridden by disease, which was cracked and withered, It tells about the decline and disappearance of life.

There is indeed a strange power surging in the body, but it is not the pure brilliance filled with arcane energy, but like the cold air rising from the abyss of the netherworld, chilling to the bones, with a palpitating negative energy.

This power, twisted, evil, filthy, decayed, rotten... the shadow of death seemed to have found a home in his body. Countless words describing the dead came pouring in, reverberating in his mind like a curse. It made him shiver.

He seemed to see his soul being gradually swallowed by darkness. His once endless desire for power and knowledge had now turned into indescribable fear and despair.

An unprecedented sadness surged in Brian's heart, and he began to realize that there was such a terrible price hidden behind the glory he was pursuing.

This awakening was like a sharp blade, cutting through the joy in his heart, leaving only deep regret and unwillingness.

Brian slowly looked away, away from the twisted and deformed body, his eyes passed through endless death and despair, and finally landed on a pair of fanatical and adoring eyes.

Those eyes, already decayed, still shone with a crimson evil light through the empty sockets, like two clusters of eternal flames, reflecting the darkness and madness deep in his heart.

However, when his eyes swept across the land shrouded in death, what he saw was a shocking and tragic scene.

Countless mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere, like sad pictures, telling endless sorrow and pain.

And those humanoid creatures like him, who are skinny, twisted, and stiff, appear particularly abrupt in this land of death. Their existence seems to be a mockery of despair in this world.

This is a cheer in a scene full of death and distortion - those undead creatures, either holding pitchforks and covered with gray-green mutilated flesh, or slowly crawling among the piles of bloody corpses, as if they were rotting. The corpse demon, or transformed into a disembodied ghost, screaming in the air with a voice of hatred, or a skeleton knight with a vicious light burning in his eyes, driving forward, leaving a string of hoofbeats echoing in the dead air. .

The place trampled by these undead creatures became a real dead land.

Not only the vegetation has withered away, but the soil has also died, losing the nourishment and vitality of life.

All sources of life have been completely destroyed, squeezed and dried up, as if even the earth is crying for this endless despair.

An indescribable complex emotion surged in Brian's heart.

He felt satisfied, because the scene in front of him was exactly what he longed for; but at the same time, he felt a bit sad and lonely, because in this land of death, he found that he had become the only "living person".

His existence is in sharp contrast to this dead world. (End of this chapter)

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