The underground world is filled with gurgling water. There is a kind of loneliness pregnant in the darkness. Water droplets fall from the stalactites, and the water splashes, making a tinkling and ethereal sound. Mushrooms grow in dense layers on the damp rock walls, some of which are gray-white and hairy.
Fluorescent, a faint glow outlines the outline of an underground cave. A layer of light mist fills the cave, floating above a round underground lake.
The mage dragged his heavy body, supporting the wet lichen and moss with one hand, leaving behind a series of heavy gasps. The long hood hung down feebly, and underneath it was as pale as bleached paper.
On his face, blood streaked across his cheeks, and his dull eyelids looked even more tired.
The mage walked to the lake and finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.
The black robe was soaked in the water, and the blood spread in a circle, which was dark. After a while, the mage got up coughing - his hair and chest were all wet, and a striking wound extended from his left shoulder to his lower abdomen.
. He covered his mouth with his hands, trying to suppress the cough that broke out. When he put it down again, his palms were filled with dazzling blood.
The mage smiled faintly.
He turned over and leaned against the cold rock wall, drawing a non-existent magic circle in the air with his hand. "datoh, bttodarvar..." Every time the mage uttered a spell, a light spot would be left on his fingertips,
Finally, he mapped the magic circle into a giant door leading to another world. Behind that door, the cold wind roared and the frost bitten the bones. The ice wind blew through the canyon like a blade, creating a crystal clear glacier cliff.
There is a man who looks like an ice sculpture on the other side of the door. Under the long eyebrows covered with white frost is a pair of contemplative eyes. Its generous lips are pressed tightly, and the nose made of ice is slightly depressed, forming a vigilant expression.
Looking at the mage carefully, his eyes flashed: "Respected and powerful mage, what are your instructions when you summon me again?"
A sad smile appeared on the mage's pale face.
"Darkon, good afternoon..." He moved his lips and said: "I know that my death is coming, but before that I have one thing for you to complete. And as a reward, I will tell you the secret... Extreme Cold
Winter Mountains.”
Feng Bingjing raised his eyebrows, walked out of the giant door, came to the environment of the crypt, and bowed deeply to the mage.
"Powerful mage, I am happy to serve you." The ice sculpture-like man said in a slow tone.
The mage coughed twice, and blood came from the corner of his mouth.
"Powerful?" He shook his head and said weakly: "It's just a lost dog."
"Taishak, everything in the world is a form of existence." Feng Bingjing moved his hand on his ice sculpture-like body, crossing several frozen runes. He stopped on one of them: "I know
There is a spell that can bring you back to life and return to this world in another form."
The mage was silent for a while.
"Life or death, what difference does it make...?" He coughed twice and stretched out his hand. A line of strange words immediately appeared under the ice-covered surface of Fengbingjing. The mage said: "Darken, these words are
The heritage of the Ella people contains a secret. Ahem, part of it is about the extreme cold winter mountains..."
"You know that I will never deceive you." The mage weakened and added in a low voice.
Feng Bingjing stroked the words and replied: "You didn't lie to me, Taishak. I can feel the magic between the words. There is a biting chill in these words, which I have never felt before.
…”
The mage smiled slightly.
"Then what can I do for you, powerful mage?" Feng Bingjing asked again.
The mage closed his eyes, and the eyeballs under his eyelids swayed slightly. After a long while, he took out an orb from the pocket of his robe. The orb exuded a faint red light, and some mysterious words in it disappeared as soon as they appeared. When he
When this orb was taken out, the darkness immediately became bright and soft, and the golden-red light immediately illuminated the entire underground. The cold cave became warm.
Feng Bingjing's cold face relaxed for a moment, he showed an expression of disgust and took a step back.
"Powerful power of fire." Feng Bingjing said slowly: "This orb must come from a certain fire elemental plane."
The mage's eyes were lit up by the brilliance of the orb, as if it was glowing again. A gratified smile appeared on his pale face, and he replied: "Darkon, it is a masterpiece of the Ella people, an artistic treasure of an era. I
I want you to protect it for me until a successor comes to regain this orb after infinite time."
Feng Bingjing looked at the mage: "Heir?"
The mage smiled slightly: "If there is such a person, he will definitely be able to answer your questions."
Feng Bingjing nodded slowly.
There was silence for a while in the cave. After a while, the ice sculpture man suddenly asked slowly: "Taishak, I don't know your legend, but I must be that you are not an unknown person. And even if you are as powerful as you,
Are you willing to just remain silent in history?"
"No, I still have unfinished business." The mage coughed, but with a smile on his face. He pressed his chest with one hand, and blood continued to leak out from between his fingers, but he didn't seem to be worried about the injury at all.
, just smiled and said lightly: "I still need a little time to arrange it. Just arrange it."
Feng Bingjing looked at him: "Then your time is not over yet, Taishak."
The mage shook his head: "It's over, Darkon. It's over before it even begins."
"Taishak, you will be king again," the Wind Ice Elf replied: "We will meet again, right?"
A weak smile appeared on the mage's face: "Darkon, do you still remember the first time I summoned you twenty years ago? At that time, I was still the heir of the late king. King Asuo, Banre and I were not yet
Parting ways - I always thought we could change the world, but the world is far from it and will only change when it wants to."
Feng Bingjing said slowly: "I remember that crown, but you no longer wore it."
"I have hidden it, and one day you will see it again."
"Will it be on your head?"
The mage shook his head.
"I'm just telling future generations not to forget..."
Feng Bingjing was silent for a moment and asked: "When you are resurrected, what will your name be, Taishak?"
The mage didn't say anything, and after a long while he slowly said: "Tess, Tess, the vengeful god of the Ella people."
He opened his eyes and looked at the dark ceiling of the cave, and kept looking until he fell asleep quietly.
…
The land of perdition, the plain of despair——
The castle of Nessus was built on a gray, endless plain. The howling wind passed through the riddled terrain, as if it could whip the soul off the body and roll it into the biting river water.
In the middle, it is pulled by countless pairs of hands dragging iron chains and sinks to the bottom of the river. The soul will be tortured by fear and suffering here, and will be surrounded by nightmares every day and night - the gray sun rises
Then it falls, and the light is like a sharp sword that penetrates the soul, making you widen your eyes in horror. Watching the scenes of tragedy cuts through your thoughts like a knife.
The souls have no peace all day long and can only kill each other. The only thing that can comfort the soul is numbness.
The Lord of Fear's army of Plunzo demons gathered from here, set off, and arrived on the main material plane. They obtained supplies from the war and bloodshed there, and returned here with countless souls, nurturing a new round of attacks.
.The cruel demons play with the souls of those mortals, making these little things tremble in fear. As long as they squeeze out the pain, they will gain pleasure and become stronger.
Demons always gain strength from killing and causing pain, and climb to higher levels. The purer the souls, the more they can arouse the cruelty in their hearts, allowing them to take pleasure in their misfortunes - of course, when they are unable to receive food,
Sometimes, they can also tear apart those lower-level demons and larvae to satisfy their despicable interests.
The City of Screams is surrounded by rampant and cruel laughter all day long. The black hall made of stacked skeletons is filled with sad cries of souls that linger all year round. The demons let their violent side go unchecked. What do you understand here?
It's called the dance of demons.
But a girl walked through these vulgar, tall and grotesque evil spirits. Her blond hair hung down from her shoulders, and her emerald green eyes were cold and heart-piercing. She was wearing a long white robe and lost her right hand.
From the shoulder down, there is a constructed arm - full of the beauty of metal and violence. Half of the face is also covered in metal. It is not a mask, but a complete construct.
If Xiao Fen were here, he would have recognized this woman. It was the woman sitting on a huge structure that he had seen in the "historical scene". She was identified by Griffin, and it was said that she was
The war cry of a high-ranking woman.
Her construct followed behind her, and the doll was exactly like her, only carved from metal and magic black wood.
The woman's metal right hand is holding a strange sword, which looks like a huge tachi (large heavy sword). But the handle is wrapped with a seal filled with earthworm-like words, and an eye is rotating under the seal.
, exuding blood-red light. The surrounding demons seemed to be very afraid of this woman. Whenever she walked past, those usually chaotic and violent evil spirits retreated to both sides.
The woman didn't stop until she reached the bloody metal throne.
A handsome man wearing a blood-red robe with long black hair and blood-colored eyes was lying under the huge throne. He looked down at the woman, held his chin with one hand, and asked coldly: "Mortal,
Who are you?"
His voice was sharp and full of metal. If Xiao Fen were here, he could easily identify that it was Nassus's voice.
The woman raised her head and smiled. It seemed to be very gentle, but it only made her whole body feel cold: "I am just a player, but I am going here now to replace you."
Nessas was stunned for a moment, then stood up.
"Who are you?" His face darkened and he asked coldly, "I smell a familiar scent from you."
"Lord Nessus, you are really forgetful." The woman replied, "I worked with you for a long time earlier."
Nessus thought for a moment, and a flash of familiarity flashed in his eyes: "It's you, the one who sold his soul." It smiled coldly: "With my help, you killed your teammates. But I also
I have given you enough power, are you still dissatisfied? Mortal?"
"soul?"
Nessus was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong.
"I think you misunderstood, this is just an exchange of equal value," the woman said coldly, understatement: "I give you the exchange value that you recognize, I get the exchange value that I recognize, and then we are done, that's it.
That’s all.”
The Lord of Fear replied: "Then why do you appear here, mortal?" He said this, and a finger of death was already pointed out on his hand. This demon king has become extremely cunning in countless battles.
, he doesn't mind striking first at any creature that arouses his vigilance. Besides, the opponent is just a little mortal, so he is interested in watching the opponent plead under his torture.
But what Nassas expected was that his spell only hit the opponent in front of him and was deflected to one side.
He opened his blood-red eyes wide and saw a huge shadow faintly appearing behind the woman.
"Sink..." Nessas's face suddenly turned pale: "No, I did not betray you! My master!" He screamed and backed away while trying to resist.
But the woman changed her voice and said: "Naitus Mendicat, of course you will not betray me. But I am tired of your snake and rat ways. Today I have sent you a new destiny. From here
From one day on, she will take your place."
"No—!" Nessas screamed crazily and threw a powerful spell.
But with a flash in the woman's eyes, the spell disappeared like smoke in front of her.
"Nasas." She smiled coldly: "I have mastered your real name, and you cannot defeat me. Even if I am just a player, this will not change. Do you understand?"
She raised her hand, and the huge shadow behind her also raised its hand: "From today on, the name Nasas is history."
"No--!"
"In my name, perish."
A woman's voice echoed in the hall.
p.s. I found that the subscription for the extra is very low. I think many readers may have misunderstood it. In fact, the extra is also the main text and is part of the plot.
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