Hesiah pulled out the rune sword, and her light and graceful silhouette flashed before the patrolling derro dwarf warriors.

"Pfft!"

A cold light flashed across the mithril-shined sword in her hand, and a look of desperate fear appeared on the shocked face of the Derro dwarf warrior, who fell to the ground on his back.

Another derro warrior raised his flaming sword in panic and fought back.

The rune sword collided with the black sword blade suddenly, and the derro dwarf warrior was suppressed by Xiseya's brilliant sword light and fell back one after another.

Brian caught a glimpse of the sword mage with flames and electricity leaping out of the sword's edge. He was already facing his next opponent. He quickly appeared and attracted the attention of the derro dwarf wizard.

"Who dares to trespass into my lord's forbidden area without permission!"

The wizard who reacted promptly gave a cold shout at the moment the first warrior fell. His first reaction was to distance himself from the sword mage and began chanting spells in an ominous tone.

The Derro dwarf wizard finished reciting the spell ferociously, and then moved his hand burning with black flames to Brian's chest.

——"Fourth Ring Spell: Flame of Darkness!"

In an instant, filthy magical energy spurted out, and scorching flames rushed towards him.

Brian, who was on guard for a long time, recognized his magic from the moment the other party cast a spell, and added a spell shield to himself in advance to resist this evil necromantic spell.

——"Astral Construct!"

The moment he successfully withstood the spell, he concentrated his mind and with a thought, the flying sword flashing with light blue crystal light passed through the darkness like mist and shot towards the Derro dwarf wizard.

The Derro dwarf wizard looked shocked, immediately calmed down and recited a spell quickly.

——"Arcane Missile!"

But Brian moved faster, and in a flash of thought, he raised his hand and shot five magic energy missiles at the opponent first.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With five soft sounds, the five translucent force field missiles were all blocked by the shimmering black light shield and disappeared immediately.

Seeing that his magic was ineffective, Brian deliberately showed a surprised look to attract the other party's attention.

When the Derro dwarf wizard saw it, he grinned crazily and was about to throw the black energy bomb he had prepared in his hand when he was suddenly disemboweled by the volley sword behind him without any warning.

"ah!!!"

He wailed and struggled, and the black blood gurgled like strong acid, corroding the hard surface into horrific black marks.

"Target is dead!"

"Soul energy is being extracted..."

"Gain experience points: 3000 points!"

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At the same time, the Derro dwarf warrior on the other side was also stabbed through the chest by Hesiah's sword.

The moment she drew her sword, she suddenly spun her elegant figure, jumped lightly, distanced herself from him, and successfully dodged the acidic blood spurting out from the deep wound.

Hesiah held the sword and shook it gently, the blade made a crisp low sound, and the dirty blood stained on the sword was instantly shaken away.

"What's going on?" She shook her long brown hair, walked up to Brian who was searching for trophies, and secretly asked her doubts in a frightened voice.

If she hadn't been afraid of the disgusting acidic blood splattering on herself, she would have killed the last derro dwarf warrior cleanly.

Although this kind of acidic blood would not harm her much, if it really fell on her skin, she did not dare to imagine the disgusting scene.

"They have all been transformed into demon servants, so they have some characteristics of the abyss demon."

After examining the body of the Derro dwarf wizard, Brian frowned, sniffed the smell of incense and carrion in the air, stood up and said to the sword mage, "Let's go, I suspect that the demonic ritual inside is about to begin.

"

Hesiah nodded, followed Brian's steps without thinking, and walked towards the Holy Law Auditorium.

Brian and the sword mage carefully entered this huge stalagmite tower.

They quietly hid in the shadows of the hall, probed to observe the situation inside, and suddenly discovered with horror that in the center of the hall was a large pit with corpses and pieces of meat scattered around.

The rich leyline radiation energy and the sickly soft light emitted filled the hall, like masses of tangible dark mist slowly creeping along the walls of the pit.

This place looks more like a waste pit for evil experiments. The remains of the victims were all abandoned here and piled up together, giving off a pungent rotten odor.

Brian also discovered that these corpses that had absorbed the radiation from the earth's veins gradually began to show signs of spontaneous recovery.

"Brian, if we get back to the surface."

Seeing this scene, the pale Hesiah felt her stomach twitch. She forcibly looked away, not paying attention to the corpses and minced meat in the pit. She unconsciously grabbed Brian's arm with her right hand and used magic to transmit the sound.

Whispering in a trembling voice:

"I must find an idyllic farm with pleasant scenery. I'm afraid it will take at least a year of rest to completely dispel the horrific scenes I saw in the Dark Area."

"Then I suggest you go to the Fairy Wilderness. It should be the most suitable place for you."

Feeling the huge strength hidden under Hesiah's slender and beautiful body, Brian raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, then patted her soft little hand that was tightly holding his arm, and comforted her through telepathy:

"If you don't want to see it, don't force yourself, just close your eyes and follow my footsteps."

To Brian's surprise, he just said it casually, and the aristocratic lady actually lowered her eyes gracefully, grabbed one of his arms with both hands, and almost pressed her entire soft and delicate body against his body.

Fortunately, however, the strength of her hands weakened a lot, and the pain in his arms also disappeared.

Although the smell here was very strong, his keen sense of smell was able to capture the faint fragrance coming from Hesiah's body, and he even heard her slightly rapid breathing.

For some reason, he who has always been calm and rational, when he smelled this refreshing fragrance, he couldn't help but recall some charming ripples in his mind, and even his arms subconsciously wanted to rub Xisaiya's soft skin.

Delicate body.

He looked startled, and immediately realized that this was definitely not from his instinctive desire, but must be from some evil demonic ritual.

In fact, he had already guessed the true identity of the demon lord spreading evil.

And it is also very clear that what this demon lord’s followers are best at is holding a depraved ‘fasting feast of joy’.

This is a horrific ritual that completely transforms believers into servants of the devil.

For female characters, the Will save difficulty of this ritual is doubled.

Thinking of this, a wave of cold air came out of Brian's back. He immediately came back to his senses, secretly increased his vigilance, and turned his attention to the front.

The pit is 15 feet deep, and the window ledge overlooking the top of the pit is surrounded by sharp pieces of scrap metal, which seems to prevent creatures under the pit from climbing up the stone wall.

This is exactly what happened.

Because he had noticed that there were seven zombies moving slowly in the pit, including three gray dwarves and four derro dwarves.

There is only one derro guarding the entire pit. He stands alone on the windowsill of the pit, ready to attack zombies trying to climb out of the pit with a crossbow.

There is a crack in the southeast wall of the pit, leading to a narrow passage. The entrance to this tunnel is also filled with disgusting fungi and visceral fragments.

Obviously, this must be the passage leading to demonic rituals.

With a thought, Brian controlled the astral construct and suddenly appeared in front of the derro dwarf guard at lightning speed. Before he could react, a sharp cold light flashed through.

The Derro dwarf's body stiffened, and the crossbow slipped from his hand. He held his neck where blood was pouring out with both hands, and fell headlong into the pit.

Brian ignored the screaming and struggling undead creatures in the pit, and led Hesiah straight into the passage filled with fungi and internal organs.

This is a large and spacious cavern, and the air is filled with the smell of sulfur and waste chemicals.

The rich radiation energy of the earth's veins filled it, shining on the stone roof and stone walls, creating a strange spiral texture.

Brian moved his eyes away from these strange lines, because he felt that the longer he stared at them, the blurrier his vision became, and there was a faint desire in his mind to set off a fireball and destroy the entire cave.

Crazy thoughts razed to the ground.

He suppressed the thoughts in his heart and reminded the sword mage beside him.

Then, he saw a natural platform reflected under the campfire not far away.

Five derro dwarf wizards in black robes gathered around and sang evil carols, shouting out the name of the demon lord 'Graz'zt'.

Next to the platform, in a patch of grass covered with fungi, pairs of derro lay disheveled.

Their limbs were intertwined without hesitation, and they let out low moans intermittently along with the evil carols.

Thinking of the essence of the ceremony, Brian suddenly felt nauseous, and his stomach couldn't help but twitch and twitch. The sword mage next to him tightly wrapped his arms around him, clearly showing his purest disgust.

On the delicate face.

Even so, Brian, who was hiding in the dark, did not rush to take action. Instead, with a calm and calm gaze, he endured the scene that made him feel chilly and uncomfortable, and carefully observed the progress of the ceremony.

He saw the magic circle in the center of the platform suddenly emit a burst of scarlet soft light, and the power of the spell gradually converged on a derro dwarf wizard who was tied up in chains in the center of the ceremony.

The helpless derro let out a final scream, and with the clattering sound of the binding chains, his back suddenly arched away from the marble on the altar.

Then, a terrifyingly rapid change began.

A black sprout slowly grows on the thumb of the derro's hands.

As the unclean chants continued to change, two long and slender black fingers snaked out of his hands.

From a distance, it looks like a sharp claw from the devil in the abyss.

His cry suddenly turned into a weird moan, as if he was caught in a tangle of pain and pleasure.
To be continued...