Suddenly, a bright red smoke burst out like a charming flower of hell, suddenly emerged from the void in a strange and gorgeous posture, lingering around, rendering the entire space like a dream, but exuding a disturbing and bizarre atmosphere.

In this blazing smoke that was as red as fire and almost bloody, a figure gradually appeared, and the outline changed from blur to clear until it was fully three-dimensionally displayed in front of you.

Brian was shocked.

This person is the female mage who greets Ilminster warmly. She is like a mysterious existence that has emerged from ancient legends, with the depth and majesty accumulated by the years.

Seeing this female mage, Brian's heart beat violently in his chest, and his eyes could not be removed from the sudden female mage in front of him.

Her appearance is like a comet passing by in the night sky, short but shocking, making people feel an indescribable sense of oppression while amazement.

At this moment, Brian clearly felt that the laws of this world seemed to have become extremely fragile and subtle in front of the female mage, everything was under her control, and that powerful magical aura almost freezes his breath.

He stood there like a silent statue, his body still moving, as if time had frozen for him at this moment.

Deep in my heart, it is like a surging ocean, rolling with complex emotions about unknown challenges: it is a unique emotion intertwined with tension and excitement. Tension comes from alertness to the hidden crisis in the fog ahead, and excitement comes from the expectation of the mystery about to be revealed and break through the boundaries of oneself.

At the same time, a deep awe of awe for the coming turning point of fate quietly grew in his chest, just like a pilgrim facing the majestic temple, admiring and uneasy.

Who is this female mage I have never seen before?

Just when Brian was confused about this, the female mage wearing a mysterious veil did not show any hostility. On the contrary, her eyes were as deep as the stars in the night sky, full of indescribable meaning, and tightly locked on him.

She walked slowly, and every step seemed to step on Brian's heartstrings, approaching step by step, but with some elusive elegance and calmness.

When she finally came to Bryan's side, her movements were so gentle that she seemed to be afraid of disturbing the delicate balance in the air.

I saw her lower her head slightly, and the whisper was like a gentle evening breeze, passing through Brian's ears, leaving behind a series of fascinating words.

Immediately afterwards, just as Brian had not yet come back to his senses from that words, the female mage suddenly turned into a brilliant fog of light. The fog bloomed like a brilliant galaxy in an instant, and quickly converged, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a shocking silence and the ripples in Brian's heart that could not calm for a long time.

Before Brian could come back to his senses from the words of the mysterious female mage, all the phantoms in front of him disappeared, replaced by a strange world that seemed to have been kissed by the flames of purgatory.

The air here seems to be unable to withstand the scorching of high temperatures, twisting and deforming, turning into heat waves visible to the naked eye, rolling and swelling between the sky and the earth, like a painful soul wailing.

The blazing aura devours all life like a giant beast, rendering the originally clear sky into a fiery red.

Rivers and lakes have lost the tranquility and coolness of the past in this catastrophe. What is flowing is no longer clear water waves, but boiling and extremely hot magma. They are like scorching rivers of blood, roaring with devastating power, and the foam that keeps rising is like molten gold, shining with dazzling light in the sun.

The crystal-like surface looks fragile under the raging heat, and thousands of cracks are covered with spider webs. They are the mourning and struggle of Mother Earth in extreme pain. Every inch of the crack is like the ruthless carving knife of the engraver of time, cutting through the original harmony and calmness, revealing the heat and madness inside.

And among those bottomless cracks, malice-filled devils like the deep in hell gushed out from it with their teeth and claws. They were violent and unrestrained, dancing their red bodies, illuminating this scorched earth with the power of destruction, proclaiming a terrifying scene like the end of the world.

This raging fire not only burns all things, but also imprints the mark of fear and despair in people's hearts.

"So that's it. No wonder even the Magic Goddess couldn't find Ilminster's location. He was trapped here. In this case, when Zariel's redemption is activated, the entire Batto Hell will probably be really lively."

Brian stared at everything in front of him, muttering to himself, and secretly remembered everything he saw and heard.

At this time, he resumed his actions and reappeared in the archives room of the Inscribe Valley.

No time delay.

Brian came directly to the archive room that recorded the 'now'.

Like the other two archives, there is no one here.

In the room where the librarian works were stored, there were runes engraved on the porch, which roughly meant: Now it is like a handful of quicksand, flowing away from people, without any kindness and never stops.

Brian looked around and found that the surrounding walls and various crystal slabs described in detail the current situation of the dark areas and the giant kingdom.

Just when Brian was planning to concentrate and actively contact the echoes in the archive room, an accident happened again, and two echoes were more proactive than him to forcefully establish a connection with himself.

Then Brian saw two strange figures gradually appearing in the dim light and shadow, as if they were leaping out of the painting of a different world.

One was a Drow elf wearing a robe like a dark night. His thin but tall figure was like a tough old tree. Although time had made a profound mark on him - the wrinkled face telling his age and vicissitudes, his eyes flashed with a cunning and keen light.

His red eyes are like two rubies embedded in the dark night, narrowing slightly as they approach, like the alertness and calmness of a cat when locking in its prey, constantly looking at you.

The other figure is even more eye-catching.

This is a gray-skinned monster that is so tall that it is almost suffocating. Its image is strange and unique, as if it is a ridiculous creation of nature, with the characteristics of a toad and a human.

Its skin is rough and prickly covered with hard shells, giving people a cold sense of alienation.

What is even more shocking is its wide and abyss-like mouth, with razor-like sharp teeth arranged inside, and every time it opens and closes, it seems to silently declare the irresistible power of destruction.
Chapter completed!