The fog in the sky became more and more gray, like crows surrounding it, and the oppressive aura made the old mage breathless.

"We believe in the Abyss, an organization hidden in the dark, and are willing to do anything for the Abyss." The old mage clenched the dark purple staff in his hand, his dark eyes staring at the target in front of him.

The gray sky reflected the not-so-tall figure, and the calm face under the thick gray hair seemed to have an invisible magic, making his body and soul moan overwhelmed at this moment,

"Your Majesty, our operation this time is the support of the Demon Lord [Nightmare Night Woman] with the thirteenth layer of the Abyss: the Abyss of Fear!" The old mage licked his lips and said in a dry tone.

"It seems that the chaos in the Stoke Kingdom has indeed attracted quite a few people." Svein chuckled softly and walked up to the old mage, his calm eyes looking down at the peepers.

"Your souls seem to be tainted with something dirty, bloody, resentful, unwilling, have you gained your soul power from those towns that were destroyed by the gnolls?"

"Wait, don't come here! If I accidentally destroy this staff, it may attract the attention of Her Nightmare Nightmare. The old mage couldn't help but say loudly when he saw the guy in front of him walking towards him, and the dark purple staff in his hand emitted a faint fluorescence, causing a strange aura.

"Don't force me, you should know that the Demon Lord's wrath will make this fortress no longer exist!"

All the peepers, including the old mage, kept backing away, the suffocating pressure that terrified them the same fear that had been given to humanity who had lost their despair, and now they had tried, and they were so powerless.

"Threats? Interesting. Svein stopped, his gaze falling on the dark purple staff, a very good structure of the magic pattern, probably from the hand of some master.

But that's all, the gaze of the demon lord may be interesting.

"Damn, isn't the legend amazing? You forced me! ”

The old mage seemed to sense something, and the soul on the verge of collapse instantly activated all its spiritual power, and then triggered the strange magic pattern on the dark purple staff.

A touch of dark energy suddenly bloomed, turning into some kind of special six-pointed star pattern out of thin air, like a spatial anchor, positioning coordinates for distant existences.

[Touch of Liberation]!

[Touch of Liberation: Svein unleashes 5 demonic powers to strike the first enemy they hit and pierce through those they kill.] Enemies hit take terrifying magic damage, which is stacked with each additional demonic power. 】

The scarlet light condensed in Svein's right hand, and immediately leaped and migrated through the void like lightning, obliterating all spell barriers and directly tearing through the array of dark blasphemous priests.

"Struggling, there's no point."

Looking at the enemy in front of him who had turned to ashes and scattered with the wind, Svein shook his head slightly and said.

Turning his gaze slightly, he looked at the deep purple six-pointed star pattern again, and slightly released some spiritual energy attached to the flow, which should be a certain kind of spatial marking spell effect.

"Demon Lord?"

Svein had learned more about Lord Modrian's trip to Limontamù, including the demon lords he encountered, the bloody sacrifices, and the Violet Mage Tower that sheltered the royal capital.

Just in terms of spatial markers, the demon lord can only descend to his own consciousness, after all, this is the main plane, and there is the suppression of the continent's pan-consciousness.

If the passage to the abyss is opened, or if the Dark Blasphemous Priest is used for the Advent Sacrifice, then the greedy Demon Lords may want to come to the Lord Plane to devour some pure human souls.

"Huh?" Svein's brow furrowed slightly, and he felt an aura, with an endless soul wail, from the purple six-pointed star.

"I don't know if the demons in the abyss are similar to those in the Valoran Continent, if I can, I don't mind having another demon in my heart, because my heart has long been full of evil ghosts!"

Buzzing!

The invisible wind and waves blew away the gray clouds, blowing Svein's gray hair and old-fashioned aristocratic clothing.

"I am the Nightmare Night Woman of the Abyss of Fear, who is calling me?" The purple six-pointed star circle shattered, and the surging magical energy created a disillusioned image in the void.

"Huh? Is it the breath of legend? Are you calling me to come? Suspended in mid-air, the nightmare lady who looked like a human noblewoman looked at Svein in front of her, her eyes flashing with doubts, and she felt a little wrong.

That's right, it's the breath of the main plane, so why would a legend want to summon me? Don't..... Nightmare Night Woman kept her expression unchanged, but her heart began to be vigilant, there are rumors in the abyss, and some human legendary spellcasters with perverted strength like to study the knowledge of demon bloodlines.

"Night Ghost Woman?" Instead of answering Nightmare's question head-on, Svein looked at the disillusioned image and guessed.

The mysterious and cunning Night Ghost Woman is a natural spellcaster who lives in the abyss, passionate about subversive destruction, hoping to see everything positive turn into something negative: love turns into trouble, friendliness turns into hatred, passion turns to coldness, generosity turns to selfishness. These processes of corruption by mortals are just the right thing to bring endless happiness to the Night Ghost Woman.

Silence fell suddenly!

Svein and Nightmare Nightmare stared at each other, unseen auras colliding across the gloomy jungle, annihilating and dissipating the surrounding trees and rubble.

[Advanced Spell: Nightmare Magic Missile]!

[Advanced Spell: Weakening Ray]!

The will of the Nightmare Night Woman directly sent two high-level spells in an instant, and the transparent spell sphere shot towards Svein like a series of bullets, and then a dark green ray followed, faintly tearing through the void, and the overflowing energy had a little toxin glow.

"Damn, which stupid guy gave the staff of positioning I gave him?" Nightmare Nightmare smelled a terrifying wave of energy, and she quickly unleashed the spell she had prepared.

[Otherworldly Teleportation]!

Every coming will must be cautious for the Demon Lord, once lost, it represents the accumulation of hundreds of years of loss, which is also the reason why the [Shadow Side] crossed the border in the first place.

Nightmare Night Woman also doesn't want to lose the will to come this time, especially for the legendary spellcaster, the will represents not only accumulation, but also the embodiment of a part of knowledge.

Compared to the portal opened by the old mage before, [Otherworldly Teleportation] is more subtle, it is a necessary spell for legendary spellcasters, allowing them to cross countless planes and collect the spell materials they need.

Airplanes!

In just a moment, a small door as black as ink appeared in front of Nightmare's wife, and then the will to descend wanted to sink into it.

"A fragile will, a timid soul!"

Svein looked at the demon lord who wanted to flee, his cold eyes full of contempt, such a demon did not deserve to enter my heart.