The cover of the Abyss Codex features vertical pupils bulging to the extreme, with viscous, tangible abyssal demonic energy gushing out like a burst dam of the Styx, carrying a filthy will that makes one's soul tremble!
The pitch-black demonic energy instantly engulfed the area in front of the Eternal Sleep Palace, churning and roaring within the solidified spatial barrier.
They attempted to forcibly tear open a rift leading to the abyss, summoning a terrifying being capable of crushing all obstacles!
Farion, Serantia, Campion, and Langustu were highly focused, pouring their magic into the Holy Scripture projection without reservation.
His mind was firmly locked onto the powerful ally in the Abyss Demon Realm who had previously displayed unparalleled power before the palace—the High-Ranking Demon God Solturan!
His projection power is their greatest asset in turning the tide at this moment!
Demonic energy surged, space twisted violently, and a deep passageway burning with sulfurous flames struggled to take shape at the center of the demonic energy vortex.
However, the familiar will of Solturan, which was expected to bring endless chaos and oppression, did not arrive.
The entrance to the passage was deathly silent, with only chaotic energy colliding and hissing erratically, as if leading to nothingness.
"Hmm?" The eye pattern on Farion's cloak flashed rapidly, and a pale beam of light shot into the passage, attempting to discern the obstacle.
The feedback I received was a chaotic rejection and a kind of inexplicable apprehension.
It wasn't that the passage couldn't be established, but rather that Solturan, and the auras of the middle and lower-ranking demon gods under His command who had previously responded to the holy scripture's summons, were now as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, collectively falling silent and completely severing their connection with this summons!
“Damn it! Soltulan hasn’t responded!” Thrantia’s whisper was tinged with obvious surprise. “His retinue is also…”
"It's too late! Random anchor!" Campbell's thoughts pierced his teammates' minds, filled with an unprecedented urgency.
The power of the Holy Scripture projection is being rapidly depleted, and the pressure of the spatial blockade is increasing. If this drags on any longer, let alone summoning reinforcements, they themselves may be devoured by this out-of-control magical energy!
The four of them instantly connected their thoughts and decisively abandoned their attempt to precisely summon Soltulan.
The power of the Holy Scripture was like an invisible giant hand, brutally "grabbing" into the chaotic abyss.
They locked onto an area that was closest to the entrance of the passage and where the magical fluctuations they sensed were the most powerful and turbulent!
Boom!
The abyss demonic realm that was forcibly anchored trembled violently, and space was violently torn open with even larger rifts!
A more intense and violent abyssal aura, carrying sulfur, blood, and the roars of countless monsters, poured in like a tsunami!
Although the intensity of this aura was not as oppressive as the previous projection of Solturan, its quantity was no less than that of the demon gods under Solturan's command that they had seen before!
It was a success!
Sensing the overwhelming torrent of energy descending from the abyss, the four wise men's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
Although they failed to summon Soltulan, the aura of this forcibly brought demonic realm was so powerful, containing a large number of violent demonic wills, enough to overwhelm these few troublesome juniors!
Farrell's lips, hidden beneath his hood, even curled into a cold smile, his arrogance of certain victory resurfacing.
Within the dense, impenetrable abyssal demonic energy, a colossal, shadowy phantom began to coalesce.
A dozen or so demonic figures, each with a different form and exuding terrifying pressure, appeared and disappeared amidst the churning demonic clouds.
There are colossal beasts with flowing lava, giant shadows with bared tentacles, ancient trees entwined with vines, and giant lizards shaped like mountains...
Each phantom represents a powerful mid-level or even stronger Abyss being!
Their auras intertwined, forming a demonic realm that instilled despair!
"Hmph, ants, feel the grandeur of the abyss..." Thrantia's whisper carried a cruel pleasure, preparing to announce the end.
However, just as the phantom of the demon god was about to fully solidify and reveal its hideous form—
opposite.
Mark, who had been calmly observing the changes in the demonic energy, raised his brow almost imperceptibly, and a seven-colored black light flashed in his eyes, revealing a hint of understanding and even amusement.
The little darling on his shoulder chirped excitedly twice, but the pink dumpling remained motionless under the impact of the demonic energy.
Enzo, carrying the rune-forged hammer, suddenly shuddered his lava-like beard, his large, bell-like eyes fixed on a giant beast phantom formed of lava within the demonic energy.
His lips involuntarily curled into a strange arc, as if he had witnessed something utterly absurd.
Monica, hidden in the shadows, had already silently covered the battlefield with her [Domain of Insight].
When the detailed features of those demonic phantoms...
Especially when the giant lizard covered in ice crystals, the ancient tree coiled around the poison vines, and the enormous octopus with its eight tentacles dancing clearly came into her field of vision, even she, who was usually calm, couldn't help but twitch her lips very slightly under the shadow of her hood.
Ellen remained suspended motionless, the black and gold starlight of the moon and stars remaining as stable as ever, sealing off the space.
She didn't even look at the hideous phantoms of demons; her gaze pierced through the churning demonic energy, as if she had already anticipated this scene, and the cold smile on her lips seemed to deepen.
As a saintess of the Star Moon Church, she was already skilled in spatial magic.
While the other party changed the coordinates of the summoning location, she secretly helped the four wise men of the Enlightenment Society to locate a coordinate.
Is that too much to ask?
The four wise men from the Enlightenment Society were indulging in a false sense of security brought about by the arrival of powerful reinforcements.
They were completely oblivious to the subtle, strange expressions on the faces of Mark, Enzo, and Monica across from them.
They would never have imagined that this was a demonic realm where they had randomly selected those with "powerful auras."
This is the very place where this group of "youngsters" in front of them recently held an unprecedented "feast" and established a special connection with many of the demon gods there!
The abyssal demonic energy surged and roared like a boiling sea of ink, and more than a dozen enormous phantom demonic gods of various shapes solidified completely in the thick black mist.
A giant lizard demon with frost-covered scales, a withered tree demon entwined with vines and poisonous miasma, a giant octopus demon with eight writhing tentacles...
The violent pressure they exuded instantly squeezed the frozen space in front of the Hall of Eternal Rest, causing it to creak and groan, with chaotic whispers and the smell of sulfur filling every inch of the air.
The leading Ice Crystal Giant Lizard Demon God raised its frost-covered head, its deep blue vertical pupils displaying absolute arrogance as it looked down upon ants, locking onto the four who had summoned it, Farion. Its soul-stirring voice boomed like colliding glaciers:
"Humble summoners! Who gave you the audacity to tear apart planes and disturb our slumber?! Offer up sufficient sacrifices! Otherwise, the wrath of the abyss will first consume you!"
He is a mid-level demon god. Although he is not as powerful as Solturan, he is sufficient to deal with the current situation!
Fareen suppressed the unease caused by Soltulan's refusal to summon him, and the giant eye on his cloak flashed with an eerie light, pointing to the other end of the space sealed off by the Star and Moon Chains.
His voice carried a barely perceptible urgency and the icy chill of finally taking control of the situation:
"Great rulers of the abyss! The power of your descent is enough to crush everything! Enjoy these arrogant sacrifices before you, for they dare to obstruct the will of our Lord!"
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