Broad World

Henry wiped the dust, cobwebs, and rust covered on the door, and a few seconds later, the relief on the surface was revealed. It was a group of humanoid creatures in strange robes and bone masks performing living sacrifices. They sent the captured prey to the huge demon statue, then cut open the victim's stomach in an extremely cruel way, and then took out the beating heart. Several tall demons swallowed these hearts alive, and finally rewarded them Sacrifice power.

Obviously, this is a typical demon sacrifice ceremony. Worshipers usually need to avoid crowded areas and build altars in relatively desolate abandoned places, otherwise they will be easily noticed by mages and priests. Especially the powerful evil power generated during the ceremony, even a little sensitive ordinary people can feel it, and this place just happens to meet all the conditions perfectly.

"Sure enough, it's a demon altar. Although the magical power on the gate has subsided, you can still feel the chaotic and evil energy that belongs to the bottomless abyss." Viconia said while touching the relief with a magic spell, In an instant, a large red magic aura appeared.

Everyone in Faerun knows that when a detection spell is cast, if a person or an object emits a red magical aura, it means that the person is of the evil camp, and the object is made with some cruel magic. , Evil secret recipes, such as innocent souls, bones, blood, and even negative emotions such as pain, wailing, and remorse.

Generally speaking, the darker the color, the more evil and dangerous it is. Normally, black and red are only possessed by a very small number of crazy guys and demons, which represent the tragic death of at least hundreds of innocent lives. Buckle the bloodthirsty butcher.

no doubt. Such a spell is attached to this door. Especially the black and red paint-like thing on the relief. It can be easily recognized even without detection, it is definitely the blood plasma of some kind of creature. However, due to the age, the evil magic energy stored on the gate has been completely lost, and now it feels a little eerie, and it has no lethality at all.

"Come on, let's go in and pay our respects to the first-born Tanar'ri, the most powerful devil prince in the bottomless abyss, Demogorgon." Henry aimed at the keyhole and released a second-level magic "knocking technique". . There was only a click, and the heavy door creaked and slowly opened, and a smell of stench and decay came to the nostrils in an instant.

"Damn it! What does it smell like? Could it be that there are still people performing sacrifices recently?" Viconia cursed and immediately stepped back several steps, covering her mouth.

Suppressing his nausea, Henry chanted a spell and cast a third-level divine spell "Wind-making". Just a few seconds later, a gust of wind rushed into the gate, blowing away all the peculiar smells, even the spider webs and dust, and the empty hall was suddenly revealed, eerie statues, costumes A giant stone basin of blood. It looks chilling.

Glancing inside, there were no monsters. He took a deep breath, then nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, I think this will be all right. Please, ladies first."

Viconia snorted lightly, and walked in unceremoniously. Her movements were very light, and every time she took a step on tiptoe, she tried to test the floor tiles in front of her to see if there were any traps. At the same time, she kept observing the statues erected on both sides, as if she was afraid that they would suddenly come to life.

Henry followed unhurriedly, looking at the environment here. I saw statues of various dangerous underground creatures on both sides of the spacious hall, including sahuagin, kuo-toa, lizardmen, direclaws, beholders, etc. Among them, there was a statue of a mind flayer Engraved with the ancient subterranean language.

"Release the five demon knights and offer sacrifices to the demon prince Demogorgon..."

Just when he was about to check the unclear writing on the back, Viconia didn't know what she found, she covered her mouth with her hand, and stepped back suddenly, her eyes were full of fear, as if she saw something terrible. Monster, tears even rolled down Zhen's cheeks.

Following the direction of her gaze, Henry immediately found the reason. In the innermost part of the entire hall, there is a circular stone platform, on which is a lifelike huge demon statue, it has two hyena-like heads, and a slender body, like a giant snake, covered with It has dark green scales, its upper limbs are like sinuous octopus-like tentacles, its legs look slender, but they are strong and powerful, and there is a split tail behind it.

There is only one demon in the entire multiverse who can grow like this, and that is the first Tanar'ri demon created by Lord Obiris after Chaos, and also the most powerful demon prince in the bottomless abyss. Demogogan.

It was the first time that Henry was shocked from the heart, and it was even more impressive than the incarnation of the gods, especially those two pairs of captivating eyes, which seemed to instantly remind people of the most feared things in the subconscious. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and then without hesitation cast two first-level magic "protection from evil" to isolate all evil forces.

In just a moment!

The emerald green magic barrier appeared around the two of them. Although it looked very thin, when I looked at the statue at this time, I no longer had that thrilling feeling, as if everything was an illusion just now.

Viconia recovered quickly, wiped away the tears on her face, and explained with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I lost my composure just now, this statue seems to allow people to see the most terrifying scene in their hearts , is really too weird.”

"No, it's not weird at all, we were careless. Haven't you heard about the birth of Demogorgon?" Henry said while taking out a handkerchief and gently wiping the tears from the corners of Viconia's eyes . "At that time, Chaos created the first demon with the original fear of mortals. Its name was Demogorgon. It was the nightmare of everyone in this world, and it was also the only one. Can you imagine how powerful this power is? ?”

"No wonder... no wonder I saw Valas... It turned out that he was the one I was most afraid of in my heart..." Viconia murmured in a daze. Her eyes looked a little wandering, as if recalling the past.

"Who is Wallas?" Henry asked tentatively.

But the question didn't matter, Viconia immediately jumped up like a frightened rabbit. Staring red eyes, he asked vigilantly: "Did I mention this name just now? You must have heard it wrong."

Seeing that this dark elf woman refused to admit it. Henry had no choice but to shrug his shoulders indifferently: "Okay. Since you don't want to mention this matter, forget it. Now we are within the influence range of the demon altar, and no god can perceive the situation here, so you can say something as soon as possible, otherwise After a while I start waking up the sleeping demons, and the shielding will soon be gone."

You must know that this demon altar has not been sacrificed for too long, and there is not much energy left. It is estimated that it can only be summoned for the last time, and then it will collapse like other ancient temples. Slowly turning into a pile of rubble and disappearing into the long river of history.

Perhaps Viconia was more cautious than anyone because of her constant danger. She first tried to communicate with Shar, and after finding that she could not convey any information, she took a deep breath and asked nervously, "Why did you reject the goddess' suggestion? Do you know how difficult it is for me?"

"I already have enough power to confront the gods head-on. Why do I still want to participate in her conspiracy? Isn't this the same as making enemies with the goddess of magic, Mystra, the goddess of the moon, Su Lun, and many other gods? Say, Shar What do you plan to ask you to do?" Henry didn't see any tension at all at the moment, with a faint smile on his face all the time.

"How do you know that Shar intends to ask me to do something?" Viconia pouted and asked back.

Hearing this obviously angry sentence, Henry laughed immediately: "Haha. This is too obvious. When you were in the camp just now, you hid aside and prayed for more than forty minutes. As long as you are not blind, you can I see a problem. I bet if I hadn't explicitly refused just now, as soon as I got back to the surface, Jaheira would have directly notified the Harpers of everything that happened underground, and within three days, Ilmin Sturt will come to the door himself."

Destroying the incarnation of a god with a mortal body, this kind of thing itself can't be hidden for long. Maybe the gods have already learned the exact news, and it won't be long before they will pass it on to their believers. By then, all the temples and underground forces will Try to make contact, test his camp and attitude, to confirm what attitude to use in the future to treat such a powerful human being.

Under such circumstances, unless Henry's brain is convulsed, he must express his position and choose to continue to maintain a close friendship with the voters of the goddess of magic. Only doing so is in the best interest of his current stage. He didn't want to have an underground confrontation with the Harper Alliance, because Robert's carefully woven and huge intelligence network was still in a state of concealment.

Viconia sneered disdainfully at this kind of pretended kindness: "Hmph! With your current strength, are you still afraid of a mere Elminster?"

"You seem to look down on this great sage of Shadow Valley, the first voter of the goddess of magic?" Henry asked rather playfully.

"Isn't it? He seldom takes action himself, and always hires adventurers to complete dangerous tasks. How powerful can such a cowardly guy be?" Viconia obviously looked down on Elminster's practice. Perhaps in her eyes, only those spellcasters who spread destruction everywhere are worthy of awe.

Of course it is not unreasonable to say so. Look at those legendary mages with great reputations, whether it is the chief red robe of Thayer or the Liches left over from the Netheril era, almost few of them dare to come to provoke them. Because they all know that once they fail, it means that life is worse than death, so as long as their brains are normal, they will not have such thoughts.

But a good-aligned spellcaster like Elminster is far behind. Unless the opponent has committed a heinous crime, they seldom kill them. Most of the time, they just imprison the opponent's ability to cast spells. Therefore, there are endless challengers. Many young mages who want to become famous will try to challenge one or two Second-rate. This should be the case when the so-called gentleman deceives him.

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