sjar Chapter 362 The Devil Comes
Chapter 362 The Devil Comes
As the staff watched with excitement, the space that was full of cracks and almost shattered collapsed inward with a rumble, forming a dark subspace passage.
"Hurry, start recording, and move out all kinds of instruments..." Fremont directed the work in an orderly manner, and his excitement could not be concealed in his old voice.
If a subspace channel of this scale can maintain a stable state for a long time, the envisioned subspace traffic will have a great chance of success.
But...the larger the channel that is opened, the more powerful the evil spirits that are attracted can be.
Compared to Fremont's excitement, Elki was much calmer. After personally experiencing the evil demon's arrival in the Sami Icefield, nothing could make her panic anymore.
"Elki, be ready to cast a spell at any time." The subspace channel temporarily entered a stable state. Roy turned to Elki and instructed him.
"Okay, Your Highness." Elki nodded slightly, and opened his tightly closed eyes, revealing wise and deep eyes.
The demons active in the subspace soon discovered this newly opened passage. They scrambled to crawl out of the passage one after another, their densely packed purple eyes making one's scalp tingle.
The witchcraft array was activated instantly, burning the twisted bodies shrouded in the ominous black fog. The magic threads shot out, piercing through the black fog and directly hitting the evil demon's body.
"Roar!" The shrill roar filled my ears, like a painful wail, or more like a call for a stronger one.
Some staff members with poor tolerance also experienced symptoms such as nausea, dizziness and blurred vision.
Fremont opened the spell curtain in time to resist the invisible mental pollution.
The improved witchcraft array had a much stronger and more efficient effect. The weak demons were repelled by the dense magic firepower net before they could even crawl out of the passage.
"Haha...little guys, call out the elders in your family. Let them have a taste of the gift I specially prepared." Fremont stroked his goatee with a smile. He was full of confidence in his preparations.
"Fremont, don't take it lightly. The demon's ability is far more than this." Roy recalled the demon he encountered on the ice field. If a demon of the same level was lured here, the current level of spells would not be able to stop it at all.
"Thank you for your reminder, Your Highness. I will treat it with caution." Fremont summoned a staff from space, and his expression gradually became serious.
Before the passage was closed, a steady stream of demons poured out. There seemed to be countless demons in the subspace, fearless and advancing one after another.
The powerful evil demon that the three of them were on guard against did not appear for a long time. The energy that maintained the subspace device was about to be exhausted, and the silver inner circle was turning slower and slower.
The space channel lacking energy gradually shrank, and a large number of demons were blocked at the narrow exit. The staff, who had been in a state of tension throughout the whole process, began to relax upon seeing this.
Just when everyone thought that this test was a perfect success, a huge claw forcibly broke through the semi-closed passage.
The few weak demons around the passage were directly crushed into thin black mist.
"I'm so angry. The device I just built is broken again... Do you know how much effort I put into this thing?"
Flemont noticed the deep claw marks left by the sharp claws on the silver inner circle at a glance, and his beard stood up in anger.
"Here it comes..." Roy reminded softly. The expected situation still happened.
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In Kazdel City, Old Master and Jingzhe were touring the largest Soul Square in the city. Before the dead souls in the furnace were moved out, this Soul Square was a bustling commodity trading center and a good place to escape the cold in winter.
Today, the mobile city's energy supply no longer relies on the burning of dead souls. In the eyes of Kazdel locals, Soul Square is still an important place full of memories and commemorative significance.
"Some kind of ancient existence once burned here. There are still ashes left in the furnace." The old Taoist sniffed and keenly smelled the ancient and decayed scent left by the dead souls.
"Teacher, from what I understand, what was burning in the furnace before was a special branch of Sarkaz called 'Dead Souls'."
"Dead souls? Jingzhe, have you seen one with your own eyes?"
"I came across it by accident while investigating the whereabouts of the Sui-beast agent. The dead soul is a headless armor... Eh? Teacher, look, the one across the street seems to be it."
When Jingzhe turned around to answer the old Taoist's question, he happened to see a headless figure in armor walking slowly across the street.
"A rather wonderful life form..." Following the direction of Jingzhe's finger, the old Taoist's gaze fell on the headless armor that was moving freely.
The Elder Dead Soul seemed to sense that someone was observing him. The smoke from his head and neck condensed and he cast a mental spell to probe back.
"Why do strange gods and people appear here?" There is an irreconcilable deep hatred between the ancestors of the Sarkaz and the gods and people of Terra.
Over thousands of years, the overlords of the gods united with the ancestors to enslave and oppress the Sarkaz people who had lost their homes.
Later, the power of the gods and people gradually weakened due to the influence of the source stone. They withdrew from the stage of history, and the entire earth was filled with the footprints of the ancestors.
In the past few hundred years, the armies of the ancestors have continued to invade the land of Kazdel.
As the oldest dead soul and the bodyguard of the first demon king, the elder has an instinctive hatred and resentment towards the gods and people.
"God's people who appeared in Kazdel, if I find that you have malicious intentions, don't blame me for killing you."
A rusty giant sword was grasped by a pair of ancient and damaged gauntlets, and the breath of death permeated the sword.
The deep and hoarse warning of the Elder of Dead Souls passed through the streets and squares and reached the ears of the Old Heavenly Master and Jingzhe.
"I have no intention of coming into conflict with Kazdel." The old Taoist priest summoned a palm-leaf fan, and red flames ignited from between the dark golden lines on the fan.
"Hmph! That's better." The dead soul elder retracted the giant sword, his cold gaze still falling on the old Taoist priest.
"Teacher, what's going on with that dead soul? It suddenly showed such strong hostility towards us."
Jingzhe looked at the headless armor with vigilance, and cold sweat broke out on his palms due to excessive nervousness.
"Not sure. Let's go to the next location." The old Taoist calmly put away the palm-leaf fan, turned around and walked to the other end of the square.
The wind blowing from the distant wasteland disturbed the golden ear feathers of the old Taoist priest. He paused, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.
"The smell of those northern monsters... Jingzhe, you stay here and wait for me." The old Taoist priest turned into a thunder dragon and soared into the sky. Amid the thunder, the elder of dead souls followed.