◎Will you believe me?◎
Hearing the system's reminder, Warren's mind instantly emerged with the blood formation he saw at the foundation of the old Demon King's Palace. His expression changed, and he quickly took a few steps back, standing at the very edge of the cave, testing the magical fluctuations here.
The dark energy gathered on the mountain top where magical beasts were sparse was the main reason why Warren chose it as a temporary residence for vacation and training. However, this dark energy also hindered his perception, so that he didn't notice the remaining traces of the magic circle here before the system spoke.
"I was still too careless," he said to himself, patting his head in annoyance, mobilizing the remaining magic power, and preparing to evacuate at any time, "I don't have much magic power now. If it's really tricky, it's better to deal with it later--eh?"
The mumbling stopped abruptly, his pupils slightly dilated, and the revealing magic fell into the dark cave, capturing the magic marks that had not yet dissipated and piecing them together easily.
The dusty magic mark appeared in the air, and the remaining weak power was stimulated. The magical fluctuations made Warren feel particularly familiar.
This magical fluctuation has the same origin as the blood array at the foundation of the old Demon King's Palace. In addition to the magic fragments and material residues left over from the blood sacrifice, there is also a part of magic marks related to the soul.
Judging from the sealing condition of this magic mark, the time it takes for the magic circle to be activated will not exceed two thousand years at most.
"Could it be that the previous demon king had been here?" He murmured in confusion. After confirming that there were only traces of harmless magic left in the cave, he walked in cautiously, his eyes falling on the broken marks. "I remember Sur said that the previous demon king was suspected of having sacrificed all the goblin tribe members. Could it be here?"
After he said that, he quickly rejected this possibility. It was not for any other reason, but mainly because this place was narrow and difficult to enter. It was impossible to set up a large magic circle. It was more like a place for one to heal alone.
...
...
"Could it be that the previous Demon King hid here after being injured and used blood sacrifice magic and soul magic to heal himself?"
[impossible. ]
The system said abruptly.
[The previous Demon King was only forced to heal his wounds once, when he stayed in the Demon King's Palace.]
Warren's attention was drawn to him, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "How did you know?"
The system does not answer this question.
His tone returned to the same mechanical, flat tone Warren had first seen him in.
[This blood array was not set up by the previous demon king. Although the previous demon king was stupid, he was not stupid enough to draw the magic array incorrectly several times before finally activating it, causing the magic mark of the magic array to not dissipate naturally.]
Warren frowned slightly.
He lowered his head and carefully studied these magic marks that flashed faint fluorescence in the manifestation magic. As expected, he saw many sluggish magic circuits and traces of repeated modifications in them.
There were even a few simple magical metal materials that underwent several engravings before they were successfully enchanted, so that the destroyed magic circuits were preserved due to the residual magic power and were not completely consumed when the magic circle took effect.
However, if even this level of enchantment could not be completed in one go, how could any demon who set up this array complete and activate such a large and complex array?
Warren asked himself this question, and then silently gave the answer.
——Unless he also has a system.
Of course, maybe it’s not necessarily the system, it could be something else that guides the demon and makes it think that it is the son of destiny.
"And this magic array is actually a soul array in the guise of a blood array..."
Warren looked up suddenly, as if he realized something, and walked hurriedly to the innermost part of the cave, casting large amounts of appearance magic as if it was free.
[Use your mental strength to focus your manifestation magic on one point, and use the method of elimination to check for any abnormalities on the stone wall.]
The system understood Warren's thoughts at the same time and reminded him again.
Warren thought about it and followed his instructions. Soon, he found a small handful of gray-green powder at the edge of the cave. He half-knelt down, picked up a little powder, and after a moment of identification, he said in a very light voice: "This is the fragment of the soul stone."
Soul Stone is an extremely rare mineral in the Demon Realm that can accommodate souls.
Warren knew this because the mineral encyclopedia written by the Dark Iron Dwarves introduced this ore in great detail. The Dark Iron Dwarves' most proud work, the legendary Blue Fire Soul Lamp that could imprison souls, was forged with Soul Stone as the core material.
He concluded: "The soul hiding here lured a demon to set up a magic circle to exchange souls, then occupied the body of the demon and shattered the demon's soul and soul stone together."
He put the soul stone powder into a small ceramic jar and placed it in his personal space. He also made a copy of the remaining magic circle mark for future research. Warren pursed his lips and cleaned up all the traces of magic in the cave. He checked it carefully several times and found no other problems. He then began to arrange his residence for the next few days.
He took out a soft big bed, a square table and a rattan chair from his personal space, and took out a few magic lamps, letting them float above the cave, illuminating the originally dim cave. He also spread a blanket on the ground and placed a few-meter-high shelf next to it, which was engraved with preservation magic, so that all the food and snacks were kept in the most perfect condition.
Finally, there was a stack of heavy books, pens and ink, as well as a swing chair hanging at the edge of the cave, on which were two plush dolls, one in the shape of a little black dragon and the other in the shape of a cat.
[……]
Watching him packing the furniture in silence, the system couldn't help but ask.
[Aren't you going to ask me something? Like who this demon is?]
"Will you tell me?" Putting the pillow in the shape of the Nether Demon on the rattan chair, Warren straightened up and asked calmly.
The system was rarely speechless.
He thought about it and answered the question carefully.
[If I tell you that I am not sure, will you believe me?]
Warren shrugged.
"The Stone Demons should know where the extinct Goblin tribe's homeland was," he said. "If the Goblin tribe's homeland is indeed halfway up this mountain or not far from the foot of the mountain, the identity of this unfortunate guy who was tricked into losing his body will be very clear."
The mysteries of the goblin tribe that Sur had mentioned at the beginning - the goblin chief suddenly became stronger, most of the goblin tribe were killed or wounded overnight, and the goblin chief was extremely indifferent to the goblin tribe after becoming the demon king - can all be explained by the reason of soul swapping.
The only question is, where did this mysterious undead spirit who swapped souls with the Goblin Chief, this former demon king with great power, come from?
Warren thought of the day when the barrier of the Demon Realm was broken and the "old friend with a bad brain" mentioned by the God King.
He decided to take some time to go and ask the God King.
The system didn't speak again.
As the golden light flickered, he retracted the Demon King's Crown and, like many times before, curled up in the deepest corner, silently emptying himself.
With mixed emotions, Warren took off the Demon King's crown, placed it on the head of the little black dragon doll, and sighed softly.
"In short, all crises come from insufficient firepower."
Muttering softly, he took out the black gold that had been engraved with the magic circle, and transferred all the remaining magic power into it.
"Let's start practicing."
He had already dealt with all the backlog of affairs in the Demon Realm, confirmed that the Bamboo Bear Tribe and other beastmen had returned safely to the Beast Realm, and checked the strength of the Demon Realm's barrier. Unless a strong person of the level of the Beast King or the God King invaded the Demon Realm, any problems that occurred in the Demon Realm during this period of time would not require his intervention and could be properly resolved.
Thinking of this, Warren finally felt relieved, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the mysterious magic practice.
After obtaining [all the magic power of the previous demon king], for him, it was not as simple as getting a powerful gun, but more like receiving an admission ticket to the magic world. Therefore, the magic practice that had never made any progress no matter how hard he tried, suddenly became as easy as eating and drinking.
On the top of this lonely peak where the wind is blowing fiercely, there is no trace of any magical beast. Under his guidance, all the dark energy rushes into his body, like a dry reservoir encountering heavy rain. Even if only a few raindrops can be gathered each time, the accumulation of a few can turn it into a bottomless lake again.
With a "plop" sound.
A dragon head emerged from above the lake.
He shook off the water droplets on his body, flapped his wings, and happily flew to the lake. He took out a rock iron pan, brushed a layer of soybean oil on it, and happily grilled the whitebait he had just caught.
This is the first time in ten thousand years that the dragon has left the Demon Realm.
He had originally made a plan to go straight to the Sky City where the dragons lived. However, as soon as he left the Demon Realm, he was attracted by the beautiful scenery along the way. So he decisively changed his mind and decided to play for a while before showing off to the dragon clan.
"Anyway, Lil and I have asked for three days off, so we'll definitely make it in time." He sat on the lawn, leaning comfortably against the tree trunk, raised one of his little dragon legs, scratched his black belly, and yawned.
Compared to the past when he had to transform into the largest dragon form at all times to demonstrate his absolute power, he has become accustomed to this small dragon size of less than one meter. He even feels that this form saves magic power and will not destroy houses or trees. It is comfortable and convenient to use.
Therefore, when he was flying in the air, he passed by many places, but no orc mistook him for a dragon. Instead, they thought he was just a strange-looking fat bird, and they looked up and pointed at him in surprise.
After eating the grilled fish, Xiaolong wiped his greasy mouth, lowered his head to make sure his beautiful cotton coat was not dirty, flapped his wings and flew up, happily rushing towards the Sky City.
The author has something to say:
Warren: As long as no one of the level of God King or Beast King comes to the Demon Realm, everything will be fine.
Xiaolong: Okay, let’s go find the Dragon King now!
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