In the minds of most of the Feron creatures with sufficient mental abilities, the kingdom of Serge is difficult to associate with the word 'vibrant', and the word eerie is better used to describe Serre.

But in any case, as a large country of Ferron with a human population of 3 million, although the political atmosphere makes the country present an unusually oppressive feeling, it still has a strong vitality.

However, if a traveler visits the current Searle, he will find that the original vitality has disappeared in less than a month, and the usual bustling market in the capital city of Eltabel is now empty, the doors of every house are closed, and the guards roaming the streets have all become the undead who breathe cold breath.

Even if you break through these tightly closed portals, you will find that there are ten rooms and nine empty rooms in the portal.

It's not too much to describe the current Searle as a ghost domain.

The owner of this ghost domain is now sitting in the Serre Valley, and on the peaks on both sides of the mountain floats a huge darkness that seems to suck the surrounding air away, like two black suns, illuminating the entire Serre Mountains into a pitch black, and the sky is constantly crossed by dark lightning, as if a line of light spreads to half of the Serre.

The earth continued to tremble slightly, as if something was about to break through the ground.

"Isil Aaron......" A hoarse voice came from the lich's body, "Hyraste, without Isil Aaron, it would be useless for us to forcibly break his seal. It seems that this trip to the Ghost City. I have to go. ”

A strange laugh came from the darkness: "That place isn't friendly to us, and Shar doesn't want his hard-won power to turn around because our plans are in vain." ”

"That's not a problem, she's out of it now......" Sazastan shook his head, "The point is that little friend of ours, oh Helast, he's going to be there, I promise." ”

"Alas...... It's a pity, I never thought that a kid like him would make such a choice that doesn't fit his personality, and it's not a good idea to go against us. Hyraster coughed and sighed, "Now we have to destroy him." ”

"The fear on the verge of collapse, and the ensuing fight of the trapped beast in despair...... This is the case with human beings. It's just that this role is not suitable for a wizard. Sazastan shook his head, "Hylast, we need to let the Netherworld know about this, I'm sure they'll be interested in our little friend." ”

"But...... You're so sure. Surely he must be there?" Helast scratched his hair, "Oh, Mr. Lich, you seem to have forgotten that less than a month ago, he was able to shake off the burdens that we might have tracked down. ”

"Perhaps, but I think he'll surprise me, my hunch and guess are always accurate, and I can be the head of the school thanks to this ability. Sazastan smiled hoarsely: "What's more, he was already on the verge of transcendence at that time, and at that time, he lost his methodology, and there were too many unexpected situations that could happen." Especially on him, uh...... This kid's ability to create miracles, I'm sure you haven't seen it......"

Hylast nodded, acknowledging that it was a possibility, and from the experience he had gained from his close encounter with Penny, the ability of this little wizard to perform miracles without a terrible talent had always been amazing, and it was not surprising that he was able to recover his strength quickly—it might be a miracle on someone else, but it might not be strange on the little wizard.

However, he still sensed that Sazastan's plan was a little lax: "You leaked the possibility of his appearance in the Netherworld City to Shar, aren't you afraid that she will get the key to Isil Aaron?"

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"Of course not. Sazastan sneered, "If we show up there at the right time, I'm sure it will make her feel very painful - so painful that she can't care about anything else." Herast, her plan wants to succeed...... It's not ...... way off."

Helaste pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

He blinked his grayish-white eyes, most of which were eyelids, and glanced at the thin figure in the magical array of destructive power between the two peaks.

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Penny didn't know that the sky in Serge, far to the east, wasn't far from the color of the sky above him. It's all a dark color that makes you breathless, and you just feel like you're walking through the Netherworld. A tremendous pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.

Especially now, he had to hide his body beneath a yellow cloak commonly used by the Deep Imasca people, and keep his arcane powers firmly hidden from the people of the city.

The Netherworld Prince who was in charge of receiving them was not a man skilled in arcane arts, and Panny knew that the Netherworld Prince was Id Tansur, the head of the guard of the Temple of Thal, based on his observation of the badge of the Nether-Prince in beautiful dark armor.

His attention had been fixed on the titular leader of the emissary of the Deep Imasca, an arcane scholar named Merhel: according to the agreement between the Shade and Elith Kendain, the Arcanist would provide all of Imaska's information on Pandram's research and use it to carry out Shar's plan, and at the teleportation exit at the edge of the city, Penny was able to perceive the sheer destructive power in the middle of the city.

When he looked up, he could even see the black sun, which exuded immense power, and a floating building below seemed to carry its infinite power.

Penny frowned, he clearly sensed that there seemed to be a magical ritual in that location, which introduced Pendrim's destructive power into the Source Sea and spread it, if such contact was deep enough, it was indeed enough to cause strong interference to the operation of the magic web.

He himself felt this way, and with each passing day since he regained his strength, he could feel that Faeron's magical power had become more and more chaotic and difficult to control.

The source of everything is there.

He looked at the pyramid-shaped floating building. Thousands of thoughts drifted through my mind at once. The core idea was how to stop the ritual and snatch Pendrum away, but after a moment of brainstorming, he was frustrated to find that trying to stop the ritual in the Netherworld was not a matter of death, and it was impossible to snatch Pendrim.

After regaining his arcane powers, some of the memories he had forgotten when he reset his methodology resurfaced, including the several mental collisions with Pendrim's will and strength.

Not to mention taking it away, even after a brief touch, Penny was very skeptical that he could guarantee that he would not be corrupted by this pure destructive force.

Although this is only a third of the entire body of the ancient evil thing. But the evil and horror contained in it are far from being comparable to the small square box that Penny once used to blow people up.

It's better to be realistic in your goals.

Penny remembered the key in the space bag again.

At Impnos's reminder, Penny had now sealed the near-finished key with a sealing vessel, lest the resonance attract the attention of the holder of another key. On the other hand, he also continued to call in vain to the unreliable 'companion' who was far away from the plane with a spiritual connection that had been silent for several years, and at this time, Penny desperately needed strength.

Regrettably, however, this urgent call has not been answered.

"Dear friends of Imaska, thank you for your help, our project is nearing completion. Id Tansur greeted the Imasca scholar Merkel with a reluctant smile - perhaps not really insincere, or perhaps for these ghost princes, the probability of such a thing as a heartfelt laugh in life is not very high: "When this is over, Her Majesty will definitely help you return to the surface." ”

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"If Her Majesty the Lady of the Night can help us return to the surface, we are willing to be her loyal followers forever. Scholar Merkel complimented. As a scholar, he is less of an arcane power, more of a messenger who travels between the Netherworld and the Deep Imaska, essentially a free-spirited nerd who doesn't care about the Underworld Prophet's assistants.

There are a lot of things that need to be paid attention to to harnessing Pendrim's power, and if you let the Ghost City do it by itself, you may not dare to do it after twenty or thirty years of research in both theoretical and experimental stages. Therefore, for them, the information obtained by the Imaska people when they studied the ancient evil objects was extremely important.

"Your Majesty is looking forward to that day immensely. Before that, let's get down to business. Id Tansul said with a smile, cold gas seeping out from under his armor, and not far away a group of robed men who looked like scholars or wizards approached. The tall shadow led by the leader had a beautiful face, and when he saw this face, Penny's heart shook. Because this face was not unfamiliar to him.

This is Prince Brainas, whom he has taken with him on his way to escape from Serre.

This discovery made Penny slightly nervous, if what happened at the beginning was turned over, in the territory of the Yin Spirit, this yellow skin on his body would not save him.

"Alright, Ed, you're done with your job, you can go back to Revalan and report the situation, and I'll leave the guests to me. The handsome Netherland Prince said to Id Tansur in a cold tone.

Ed snorted, "Brainus, these people are extremely important to His Majesty's plans, you must pay attention. ”

"Rest assured, my people know more about arcane and ancient evils than anyone in the temple. Brenath waved his hand impatiently, and Ed glared at him, and with the two Temple Guards, turned and walked away until he disappeared into an alleyway.

"Oh, what a slack, it was our negligence to let those temple lunatics come and receive your guests. Brenners shook his head apologetically at Merge: "I hope it doesn't bore you." ”

"That's what we do. Merkel replied politely.

"Well, we've got a place for you to stay, although it may not be a good view. Brenas glanced at the dark sky, and his conversation was much more witty and natural than Id's: "Uh...... But there is no way to maintain the curse on the magic web, and to keep the outer shadow canopy running against invasion, and we can only sincerely ask you to take a moment...... After all, planning matters. ”

"Very well understood. Merkel smiled and nodded.

Penny listened silently, playing the role of a qualified backgrounder, and through the dialogue between the two Netherworld Princes, he verified a fact he had heard from Elith Kendain: the internal struggle in Netherworld was extremely fierce, and although it was not very bloody, it was not as complex as the Serges of yesteryear. The leaders of the Shadow City with the title of 'Prince of the Shadows' are roughly divided into three factions, with the powerful faction led by Hajhorner and the ecclesiastical faction led by Revaran sharply opposed, while the Supreme Prince and several cronies loyal to him have an ambiguous and wavering attitude, so that the relationship between the upper echelons of the Shadow City is not so harmonious.

But now, it seems that these people are working towards a goal for the time being.

He looked up at the black sun in the sky, and under his source force visual observation, he could see that the surrounding magic net was constantly twisted and torn apart, and the core of the source sea that was obscured by the magic net was gradually exposed, and Penny could think of the principle of this ritual: once the power of the ancient evil creature broke through the magic net and rushed into the core of the source sea, then it would immediately trigger a violent tide of source power, and the magic net was likely to tear off the bones of the surging tide power.

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A catastrophe, Penny sighed secretly, now he understood that with his own strength, it would be difficult to prevent this tragedy from happening, but at the same time, he found that due to the rituals constantly disrupting the operation of the source power of the demon net, the shadow curtain from the shadow demon net on the outer layer of the Yin Soul City also seemed to be extremely unstable.

With such a force, can stop all foreign invasions?

Penny felt a little incredulous, he knew very well what a huge army could be organized with the appeal of the harpist, if not he expected, in ten days at most, an army of tens of thousands of people could be assembled in the southern part of the Aeorek Desert - if all the Church of the Good God and the surrounding forces were mobilized.

It is even more impossible for Arcanists and Druids in Cormier, Sambia, Dragon Coast, West Hartland, Northland, and Amm to turn a blind eye, and the number of spellcasters who have received the call is even more hundreds, although there will not be many powerful spellcasters, but the quantity is pressed to the quality, and it will not be difficult to break through such an unstable protective shield.

Once breached, the number of troops alone would be able to submerge the Netherworld - at least to stop the ritual from taking place.

But both the tone of Brenas in front of him and the confidence expressed by Elise Kendain when he repeatedly assured Penny that Share's plan would succeed made Penny feel that they seemed confident in the plan.

Penny suddenly realized that this dark plan that was going on in the Netherworld was far less simple than he had imagined or seen it now.

Looking for the truth?

No, it's the search for the key to Isil Aaron.

According to the priorities of the plan of action, this goal is relatively simple and hidden, and it is also the most important - in any case, obtaining Isil Aaron gives the last hope of saving Feren from the power of Pendrim.

On this point, Penny Sean is very clear.

As he followed the messenger's procession to his quarters, he kept a covert eye on the surrounding buildings, and he tried to find the famous temple of Shar.

For he knew from Elith Kendain that it seemed to be an acquaintance of his who had taken the key.

An old acquaintance who has dealt with him several times.

Hopefully I'll be able to take advantage of it this time.

Penny thought a little strangely.

But the nervousness returned to him.

Because he felt as if he was being targeted by a pair of eyes.

This discovery lifted his spirits, and he could feel that the eyes were extremely focused, as if they were coming at him, and Penny suddenly felt a creep.

His performances have been careful and have not shown any flaws, so who in this city will be eyeing him?

Extraordinary perception quickly caught the source of the gaze, it came from a shadow on the wall, and the familiar breath relieved him, and soon there was a feeling of crying and laughing.

It turned out to be her. (To be continued.)