"Is this the trick you can use?" Brian's voice echoed in the dark place in the fantasy world, and the air was filled with a strange and heart-stopping aura. Those monsters with twisted shapes and ferocious faces are like poisonous snakes lurking in the shadows of the abyss, waiting for opportunities to move.
"If your ability is no more than this, it is really inconsistent with your noble status as a demon lord." Brian's words revealed deep contempt, "Obviously, the long years of imprisonment have made You have lost the glorious power of the past. Even the illusion you were once proud of seems so insignificant and vulnerable in front of a mere mortal like me."
He glanced at the disguises with a burning gaze. The demons turned into terrifying creatures, with a disdainful sneer on their lips, as if they were mocking their incompetence.
In the distant world of "Os", Castle Greyhawk was once the prison of the illusion demon King Frazier, which caused him to lose his freedom and strength for a time, and he could only be forced to live under the abyss. Drop by drop, he rebuilt his strength that had been weakened by time.
During those years of imprisonment, the demigod-level staff in Frazieru's hand turned out to be a turning point in his fate, being ruthlessly taken away by his captor.
Now, this staff has become an obsession that is difficult to let go of in his heart, and is even a humiliation that other demon lords laugh at, so it has become the key to his revenge and rebirth.
Therefore, Frazierul and his minions are plotting 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 Abyss Lord shake the world again.
A glimpse of one spot reveals the whole leopard.
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 see with his own eyes to what extent the demon's power had been weakened, and then decide whether it was necessary to attack him.
At this moment, the power of the Illusion Demon King is so weakened that it is staggering.
Brian secretly thought that he might be able to take this opportunity to make this devil pay a heavier price.
If we can take this opportunity to find out the whereabouts of the demigod-level staff from his mouth, it will naturally be the most ideal ending.
No longer hesitating, Brian began to concentrate on dealing with the illusion of the Illusion Demon King.
He calmed down and gradually penetrated into the bizarre dream world, trying to find clues to solve the problem.
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 obviously heard Brian's mockery of himself. Although he didn't respond, the very obvious changes in the illusion expressed his extremely angry mood at the moment.
The illusion is constantly changing...
In the unpredictable illusion, Brian suddenly noticed that the atmosphere around him was quietly changing.
The gazes of those undead creatures gradually turned from indifferent to sinister at first, as if they contained murderous intent, revealing a biting chill, which made him feel vigilant.
The fleeing civilians around him suddenly stopped at this moment, their eyes full of hostility, and they suddenly regarded him as an enemy, which puzzled him.
At the same time, in that dark place that was completely eroded by the energy of death, countless undead creatures such as undead, zombies, skeletons and ghosts who were awakened to dark consciousness also sensed Brian's existence.
They suddenly stopped fighting each other and turned towards him.
The dark formation was like an approaching storm, making people shudder.
The roars of undead creatures, the cracking of bones, and the wails of ghosts intertwine to form a chilling symphony of death.
Faced with this situation, Brian naturally did not dare to be careless.
Although he spoke sharply and ridiculed the illusory demon king just now, this does not mean that he dares to have the slightest contempt.
After all, even the demon lord who was weakened to the point where only an afterimage was left is still as profound as a skinny camel than a horse.
In the abyss, the will intertwined with chaos and evil, even if it is extremely weak, is enough to make people fearful.
What's more, once this demon lord becomes crazy, his violence and cruelty are so violent that no one dares to underestimate him. Murderous intent emerges!
Countless undead souls surged in like a tide, their eyes flashing with crazy and ferocious light, as if they could see into the deepest fear and despair of people's hearts.
That gaze, evil, weird, horrifying, like a curse from the abyss, was all locked on Brian, intending to completely tear him into pieces and destroy his soul Erase from the world.
Brian's situation at the moment can be described as difficult.
He is in the illusion of the demon lord. The rules here are made by the demon. For him, this is undoubtedly a hopeless battle.
His body is as fragile as a dead tree, his flesh and blood are withered and old, and his skin is like dry land, covered with wrinkles and cracks.
What's even worse is that he can't use even a trace of magical energy. He looks like he has been deprived of the ability to communicate with the world, and can only watch death approaching step by step.
He was like a fish stranded on the beach, struggling and begging for help, but unable to do anything.
Those undead souls had sensed his fragility and helplessness, and pounced on him even more unscrupulously.
The air around him seemed to freeze, and every breath became heavy and difficult.
However, all this is not a problem for Brian.
Because he knows very well that illusions are just illusions. No matter how realistic they appear, they are just illusions after all.
Brian's appearance seems to be very old and has lost any ability to move, but that is just an appearance that confuses others.
There is an eternal flame burning deep in his heart, which is the persistent pursuit of the truth and the firm belief in self-will.
He is a wise man who has insight into the world, watching all the clouds around him with cold eyes.
As long as he can always bear this in mind - the essence of illusion, then all the terror and despair around him will be nothing but passing clouds and cannot shake him in the slightest.
His eyes shone with wisdom, and he had obviously seen through the layers of fog in the illusion and found the way to the real world.
Brian stood on the edge of the battlefield, surrounded by the crazy and evil undead army. They surged like a tide, with destructive roars, and kept approaching, trying to swallow him into the endless darkness.
Faced with this terrible crisis, he gently closed his eyes and let the noise and threats around him roar in his ears, but he seemed to be in another world.
In this moment of tranquility, Brian began to try to find that glimmer of light deep in his heart, which was the proof of his existence and the source of courage and belief.
At this moment, his mind 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 the power of life from the flow of this breath, turning it into streams of warm air, swirling and rising in his chest, and finally gathering at his fingertips.
As Brian's heart gradually became clearer, the darkness and fear gradually dissipated, replaced by waves of blazing magical energy.
They were like giant dragons that had been imprisoned for a long time, awakening at Brian's call, swirling and dancing around him with the power of destruction and regeneration.
Murderous intent emerges!
At this moment, Brian suddenly opened his majestic eyes glowing with deep purple light, and shouted: "Break it!"
——"Chaos surges!"
——“Blessing of Chaos!”
——“Arcane Storm!”
.........
In an instant, the energy condensed from the chaos of the four elements surged out of Brian's body like a tide, like a never-ending roaring storm, sweeping through the world and shaking the surroundings. space. (End of this chapter)