The sky here is blood-red, with black-brown clouds. But the cloud was clearly not composed of water vapor, it exuded a bad luck, ruined miè and ominous aura. Although it is suspended in the air, it seems to have a thousand weights. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, blood and sweat. Many bat-like creatures flutter around the sky, chasing each other.

The temperature on the ground makes people feel a burning sensation on the soles of their feet. There was not a single inch left of this broken wasteland, and the soil was black mixed with dark red impurities, and there was a stench of decay. Rocks can be found everywhere, some unnamed, giant crystals with sharp edges, others nothing more than broken bones or torn off horns from the corpses of devils or demons.

The earth is cracked, and at the edge of each flat land, there are cracks separating it from other flat land. Lava and flames can be faintly seen through the cracks. What is surprising is that if you look closely, the flying flames are all in the shape of twisted and painful human faces.

Muhadi looked out as far as he could, and in some places, there were places where deep circular pits suddenly appeared on the earth. The inner walls of the pit are wriggling flesh and blood, and the tusks are densely distributed on the inner walls one after another, ready to devour the prey that falls into them. Countless white worms wriggled inside the pit, a palpable aura of corruption and evil emanating from the pit.

In the distance, a river of blood flowed slowly, filthy and greasy, with a disgusting stench of death and decay. It is constantly tumbling and bubbling, and anyone who touches it may lose their memory completely.

The scenery here is Bato Hell, there is no doubt about it. Could this be an illusion, or did you really come to Bartow without even knowing it?

"I've always felt that Imprint City is not a good place, too cluttered and too crowded. Creatures of all races from countless planes live next to each other there, and there are constant contradictions. Muhati said, looking at the scene in front of him. "But I have to admit that even the city of Imprints is much better than the scenery here. ”

"At least there are no undead here. Aisha noted. "This is Batow's Nine Prisons. ”

"It looks like it. The Psychic nodded. "But there are nine floors in Bato's Nine Prisons, which floor are we on?"

"None of the floors are there, we are in the illusion created by the Witch King Nibennai. The female psychic hesitated slightly, and then spoke her opinion. "How else can we explain that we suddenly came here from Seal City? Now I can be sure of that, it must be an illusion. ”

"It's also possible that we stumbled upon a portal. Muhadi leaned down and touched the hot, rancid soil of the ground with his hand, a heartbeat-like vibration that followed the ground to his palm. He grabbed a handful of soil and stood up, then let it slip through his fingers and scatter in the wind, so real. "Imprint City, the City of Ten Thousand Gates, no one knows how many portals it has. No one knows how these portals open. Perhaps escaping from a fortress full of undead in an escape is the key to activating a portal to Bato. ”

"Come to think of it, if we're in a vision, then why did Nibennay create this scene where we came to Bato?" said the Psychic Skeptically. "Isn't creating more scenes a noticeable increase in the burden of illusion magic? ”

"If we weren't in a vision, then Satili would really be dead. Aisha said. "You think it's more acceptable?"

Her retort silenced the Psychic for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone lowered a little. "Regardless of feelings, I think it's really hard to accept that the Coral Witch will die. But I couldn't believe that I had been deceived so thoroughly by an illusion that I wasn't sure if I was in reality. ”

"Never underestimate any witch king. Aisha whispered to the Psychic Warlock. "Any one of them is a genius, especially in their respective fields...... Karak's prophecy magic, Abellachili's plastic magic, Dragos's necromancy, Malik's enchantment...... A master of the illusion system of Niben Nai, it is not for nothing that he is called the Shadow King. ”

"There are legends about the Shadow King in many tribes, and some stories even say that the reason why Nibennai has the same name as the Witch King is not because the Witch King named his city after himself. But the city of Nibennay never existed at all. The Witch King used his magic to create illusions of the vast city and its inhabitants like a mirage. Anyone who goes to the city of Nibennay,

Muhati shrugged, "Priority. "It's when we find a safe place and then use the method I mentioned earlier to test if we've fallen for illusion." ”

"Has your psionic energy been restored?" Aisha asked.

Muhadi concentrated and tried to show off his abilities. But no matter how much he tried, nothing worked. It's a weird feeling, and it feels like it's all right, but the ability just doesn't work.

"Still no. "Psychic Sorcerer's honest admission.

"Then let me protect you. The female psychic mancer's tone revealed a bit of firmness. "Let's get out of this place first, if we did get to Bato through an invisible portal, then maybe the others could too. If the undead come after them, it's not safe here. ”

"That's right. Muhathir admitted. "We had to get out of this place. Are you familiar with the geography of the Bato Nine?"

"No, the mages may have learned from the planes. But I know almost nothing about it, and Lyra seems to rarely talk about the worlds. She didn't teach me much more than she taught you. Aisha said. "It looks like we're only going to take one step at a time. ”

"Hmm. The Psychic Warlock nodded, and when he looked around, he saw that there didn't seem to be many fireballs falling to the west, and there was no river of blood to stop him, so he said, "Let's go in that direction." ”

Trekking in Bartow is not a relaxing trip. Here, the stones under your feet seem to move on their own, tripping unsuspecting travelers. The Psychic Warlock and his companions made their way towards a jagged, smoky mountain. These mountains have many unnatural chimney-like peaks from which smoke gushes out. Those strange creatures that resemble bats live in the shadows of the mountains, and their nests smell horrible beyond the words of a mortal to describe.

Some small monsters tried to attack the two of them, they were Inferior Demons, Cheap Demons, Needle Demons, Harvest Demons, Pain Demons, or Bone Demons, Chain Demons, and Psychic Warlocks were completely unrecognizable. Anyway, it's not a demon, Muhathir thought, because these guys are too ugly.

Aisha dutifully eliminated the enemy who came to her home, and Muhadi was of little use in battle. Although the female psychomancer did not complain about this, Muhathir still felt a little uncomfortable, and longed to regain his power.

Fortunately, both of them were in good spirits, and although they had experienced the chaos and long trek in the fortress of the undead, they did not feel tired. Muhadi had heard that these outer planes all had their own characteristics, and that they would suppress and exploit the spirit of people with the opposite characteristics. For example, the bottomless abyss, which represents chaos and evil, will make a well-ordered and good creature weak and weak, and the heavenly mountain will give villains a headache and lose their minds, etc. The Nine Prisons of Bartow represent the plane of order and evil, and it's funny that I'm here in good spirits and doesn't feel any discomfort at all.

After walking for a long time, the Psychic Warlock turned back and could still see the river of blood flowing. This was the legendary River Styx, and he suddenly realized that it flowed through countless planes, from the Bottomless Abyss to the Nine Hell of Bartow, and its tributaries spread all over the top of the planes of the Asura Field, the Scorching Hell, the Grey Ruins, the Casselli, and the Noisy Tunnel. The River Styx is not a river in the sense of the main material plane, it is actually equivalent to a path across the plane. For countless years, the Demons of Tanari in the Abyss and the Butterz Devils of the Nine Prisons of Bartow have used it to transport armies and continue the bloody war that will never end.

Those who are contaminated with the water of the River Styx will be robbed of a qiē memory. This effect is not the effect of magic, and many people don't understand what it's all about. Feeling it carefully, Muhadi could feel that there were faint psionic fluctuations emanating from the River Styx.

"Do you feel it, this river of Styx is full of psionic fluctuations. Muhadi stopped and said to Aisha.

The female psychic felt very strange and showed a puzzled expression. "Really? But I don't feel anything out of the ordinary. ”

"Maybe my senses are sharper than yours. The Psychic said, as if he wanted to prove that he wasn't entirely dependent on someone else. "Come, hold my hand. Let me use your power to guide you through the ability to read the past. ”

Aisha took Muhadi's hand, which was small, dry, and not sweaty.

Reading wasn't a complicated and powerful ability in the past, but here it seems to be met with some great resistance. The Psychiocrat gritted his teeth and held on for a moment, when suddenly the resistance disappeared, and the scene of Far Gurator appeared in front of the two of them.

...... Countless mortals have been plundered from the planes to the Nine Prisons of Barto, and the Butterz Devils have used them to breed half-devilish hybrids - the Tieflin race. They use these half-blood demons to balance the demons of the bottomless abyss with their huge numerical superiority. For a while, there were even more tiflings in Hell than there were pure-blood devils......

...... But these hybrids, these tiflins, are also more and more frequently conceding to the qualities of the Batez devils. Individualism, disrespect for order and discipline, compassion, and even kindness......

...... For the Barthez devils, these are absolutely intolerable. This time, the Barthez devils are more stern and cautious in undoing their mistakes. They dug countless death pits and created extinctions on a massive scale, and the screams of the victims' souls resounded almost everywhere......

...... Indeed, the wicked ones roared and gnashed their teeth, and indeed they swore that they would never deal with the soft-skinned traitors for thousands of years, who tore their lives, hearts, souls, and brains out of their own children and their children's children, and burned, slashed, and pierced them until they died......

...... This evil is so horrific that the Bator Plane itself is not used to it. The bones of the killing fields filled the second and third floors of Dis and Minalos, the Nine Prisons of Bato. The crematorium's pyre and furnace sank to form Phlegosus, the fourth level of the Nine Prisons, and the thousands of huge graveyards became the Dark Nethers, the Final Hell, the ninth level of the Nine Prisons......

"We are in Diss. Muhathir recognized the similarity between the scene shown in the ability and the scene in front of him. "The second level of Bato's Nine Prisons. These soils ...... They are corrupted from the flesh of dead things. ”

Aisha nodded in agreement, and reading the past ability revealed an even more shocking scenario.

...... In order to fully benefit from their "investment", the Barthez Devils stripped anything of value they could find from the corpses of millions and millions of Tieflins. In the vision, all the corpses had no eyes or hearts, and their skulls had been pried open to make it easier to remove their brains. Some of the organs were sold to the Magos of the Ugros or other planes to be used as spell ingredients......

...... The demons also gathered together the brains that had been stripped from their children's bodies and dumped them on Kania (the eighth layer of Bato's Nine Prisons), forming a huge lake of intelligence. It was a gray, marrow-filled pool, even bigger than the Chaos Sea. There is intelligence and resentment boiling in it, far more powerful than anything past or future......

...... The demons use this ocean of consciousness to continue their war against their ancient enemies, the demons. But this sea of consciousness, though bound by countless magic, still conspires to rebel. Eventually, the cunning Devil Lords realized the conspiracy of this sea of consciousness to tear Bato's hell to pieces. In the midst of immense rage, the Butterz demons shattered the consciousness with a tremendous plastic energy magic that had never been seen before or since. The Ocean of Consciousness retaliated with incredible force, cutting Nessus through a deep gully, causing an earthquake that shook the entire lower plane......

...... The brutal revenge of the Butterz demons lasted for many days and nights, and the spiritual pulp of the Sea of Consciousness was drained, thus forming the Lethe River and the River Styx. To this day, the polluted water drains the memories of its drinkers, perhaps because the remnants of the sea of consciousness still crave thoughts. The devils poured acid and oil down to what was left and set fire to it for a whole thousand and one day. However, a small part of the Sea of Consciousness managed to escape by absorbing the energy from Kania and counteracting the damage from the flames. This also caused the unparalleled cold of the eighth floor of Bato's Nine Prisons......

...... Eventually, a scoop in the vast ocean of consciousness escaped the revenge of the Butterz devils and went into hiding. It was withered and weak, but still strong enough to rival a god. Later, it became a god and the first brain. It created the Spirit-Suction Race, which for a time built a powerful interdimensional empire. It was the Psionic Monster's visit to Atas and contact with the Ancient Halflings that led to the emergence of psionic and psionic users on Attath......

"It's a good history lesson. Muhati interrupted the ability and said. "It turns out that the psionic head on Atas is here, and now we understand why the River Styx can make people amnesia. ”

"But it doesn't help much for our current situation. Aisha noted. "If Niben Nai is really as good at illusion as the legend says, the qiē we just saw may also be false. ”

"Maybe. Muhathir said. "The weather seems to have changed. ”

The black clouds in the sky had gathered together at this moment, and they had changed. At this moment they no longer look the same color, they have become different colors, from gray-blue to indigo. Greasy, dirty raindrops began to fall, and soon the ground became more difficult to walk.

"Let's find a cave to hide, the undead here shouldn't be found, and then we can try to read each other's minds. The Psychic Warlock said.

Muhadi and his companions found an abandoned monster's lair, which stinked but was dry compared to the outside.

The Psychic Warlock sat cross-legged, and Aisha began to lay out some psionic traps so that no enemies would disturb them when both of them fainted.

"Have you ever thought about this. Aisha said to Muhadi as she laid out the psionic trap. "I don't know much about illusions and magic, but ...... But I know that if a person is particularly familiar with the psychological characteristics of another person, the illusions he can create will be more effective. ”

"What do you mean?" asked Muhadi.

"For example, fear is relatively difficult to directly create the primitive emotion of fear. But if the caster knows in advance that a person is afraid of a dead body, then he creates some illusions of corpses to induce fear, which is much easier and more effective. Nibennay isn't a particularly powerful of the Witch Kings, but if he's familiar with you, maybe he can create some kind of illusion that is so effective that you can't even tell. ”

"It's impossible, he doesn't know anything about me!" the Psychic said affirmatively. Seeing that he was so sure, Aisha hummed and said no more.

Aisha didn't know she was a time-traveler, that's why she thought so. Muhadi said to herself that if she knew that she had come into this world out of thin air and that she had never existed before, she would not have doubted that Nibennay was particularly familiar with her.

Wait!, the telemancer suddenly thought. I seem to have overlooked something.

I'm a time-traveler, that's right. Muhadi said to himself from the bottom of his heart. But my body didn't come back in time, the original owner of this body, a young mage, who for unknown reasons had gone on an expedition to the desolate desert near Tyre, and was taken. Why he went there at that time, Muhadi is not clear.

But he knew one thing, and that was that the original owner of this body was from the city of Nibennay. More precisely, he studied mage in the city of Nibennay, and was an apprentice of the Witch King Nibennay.

Suddenly, Muhati was not sure that the Witch King Niben Nai really knew nothing about him.

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Sadiri sighed and stood up, stretching her slender, soft figure. The light dimmed a little around her, as if she was shy away from her beauty. From head to toe, there were no blemishes, and the gold hung down softly on the snow-white shoulders.

Despite her best efforts, the Coral Witch was unable to resurrect her companions, an ability that was more difficult than she had imagined.

He was so careless that he failed to see through the witch king's trap in advance. It was his own mistakes that led so many people to a worthless death. You have to make amends.

The Silent King remained silent, and although the Coral Witch had found many useful clues from the notes he had left behind, it was not enough to restore the resurrection abilities that the Silent King possessed.

The undead couldn't help, and even if they could subdue them, they wouldn't be able to say anything useful. These guys can't even understand the ancient halfling language of Atas, and they don't necessarily know as much as themselves.

If the Silent King himself were to use this ability, he would surely be able to resurrect his companions, Sadiri thought. But the Silent King himself has fallen into a deep sleep, so what can he do to wake him up first?

Miracles and wishing spells probably won't have any effect, as will awakening the undead. The half-lichs must have used these spells, but they apparently didn't work.

If she did succeed in awakening the Silent King, then her future self would know what to do, Satili thought. Through guò a strong ** technique of his own new mind, he should be able to communicate with his future self. Then asking should be fine.

The Coral Witch began to chant incantations, and the power of magic was absorbed into her body through guò light, which was then molded into shape. Since becoming a solar mage, she no longer has to drain her life force, nor does she need to memorize or prepare spells. All the spells cast under her hands naturally unleashed extremely effective.

The mantra is very long, and by the time it is recited and finished, nothing happens.

Strange?The spell didn't work?Satili wondered, but she obviously felt that it was normal, and she didn't lose the magic energy that was channeled uncontrollably, causing random effects.

The Coral Witch tilted her head slightly, contemplating this strange phenomenon. Suddenly, her seductive eyes widened, and she looked around with a little panic.

In the fleeting moment after the spell was completed, the world seemed to suddenly reveal a flaw, revealing its true colors.

It was the breath of illusion magic.

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