Chapter 970 City of Devil

Is this... the devil's city?

Roland couldn't help but marvel. He originally thought that the memory fragments would be connected to a certain decisive battle place, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to face the enemy's lair.

But the scene in front of me was very different from the mirages the Cooperation Society had seen before.

At least when he looked around, he didn't find the most conspicuous core main tower - that is, the giant obelisk that the Taqila Witch said was made of divine stone veins and could grow on its own and create red mist.

After all, there are too many towers here.

And some of them still stand on the cliffs, with most of the towers cantilevering outwards, like castles in the air.

How were these magnificent buildings built?

In addition, since this city is not the one Ye Zi and the others saw, then where is it?

Or is it located in a more distant place...such as the continent where the devil is rumored to be born?

At this moment, Roland noticed that there seemed to be fire flickering below the pit, close to the surface of the red mist lake.

Different from the crystal clear matte surface, it seems to be a burning flame in a natural state.

This made him feel a little surprised. Since red mist can burn, open fire should be banned in the devil's city.

Out of curiosity, he decided to go down to the bottom of the pit to have a look - according to the architectural style of the holes in the cliff, there should be a downward stairway or hanging basket nearby.

But before he walked a hundred meters, Roland suddenly stopped suddenly, and at the same time, all the muscles in his body tensed up!

A group of devils walked out of the corner ahead!

Judging from their appearance, they should all be crazy demons, wearing bone armor and holding short spears in their hands. The two leading ones also wore gloves, and their burly bodies almost blocked half of his path.

And the distance between the two is less than ten steps!

Wait, how could there be living things in the memory fragments?

He didn't see a single Inquisitor or church priest when he was wandering around the Hermes Cathedral in his home!

This accident caught Roland off guard and he didn't know how to react.

Run away?

He had seen the strength and precision of the mad demon when throwing spears, and giving his back to the enemy was undoubtedly a way of seeking death.

Rush up and knock them over?

The power of the dream world is still running in his body. At this moment, his skills are far beyond ordinary people, but compared with these bloodthirsty monsters, his combat skills are basically at the level of fighting. He may be able to do it one-on-one. Only crazy demons fighting? He felt that the chances of winning were slim, especially the leader, the Iron Hand Devil, whose powerful electric shock ability was definitely the nemesis of close combatants.

However, before he could make a decision, something surprising happened again.

The devil didn't seem to notice the presence of the uninvited guest, but walked past him without even the slightest pause.

Roland was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned around and reached out to touch the arm of the last madman.

His fingers passed through its skin, but there was no feeling from his fingertips, as if he was touching a phantom.

So...is that so?

He retracted his hand thoughtfully and leaned forward to press it to the ground.

This time, my palms could clearly feel the dampness coming from the black soil eroded by the red mist.

Roland had a vague answer in his mind.

It seems that the will of the devoured person to resist not only determines the scope of the memory fragments, but also affects the things displayed in the scene - the content preserved in this memory is obviously much more than what Zero left behind.

If he continued to think along this line of thinking, he couldn't help but have two new doubts in his mind.

One is a church warrior who deliberately sacrifices his life to feed Zero. How rich can their memory be. Could it be possible to talk to the dead after entering?

The other is Jie Luo's sense of resistance - or how strong is her hatred and unwillingness after losing to him? He actually outshone the devils.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had the urge to go back and hang up the little guy at home and spank him.

Roland took a deep breath, put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, and walked quickly towards his destination.

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Just as he thought, there were many ramps and stone stairs leading to the bottom of the pit on the edge of the circular cliff, and some of them were very spacious, no less than the main roads of Neverwinter.

The further down he went, the deeper he felt the breadth of the Red Mist Lake.

Even if half of the Daxue Mountain in the Western Territory was flattened, it would probably be nothing more than that. Standing on the mid-slope, he couldn't help but feel insignificant. The world seemed to be moving away from him, leaving only the billowing pillars of fog and the cantilevered stone tower looming in the fog.

It is difficult to imagine that this sinkhole was formed naturally.

What's even more incredible is that the devil transformed this place into his long-term residence.

How many hundreds of years would it take to dig out a tunnel large enough for horse-drawn carriages to pass through, and then lay it with a layer of hard black sparkling stone?

If we measure the devil's technical level and social organization based on this, he will be considered an extremely difficult enemy.

There is no possibility for humans to win by chance today. If they want to win the battle of divine will, the four kingdoms must go all out.

As he got closer to the fire, Roland noticed that the devils on the road were getting denser.

Not all of them carry weapons, and most of them wear animal skins or cloth robes. Their appearance and body shape are even more diverse. It is difficult to imagine that these guys are the same species just by looking at their appearance.

Pasha's information also mentioned that the Federation had captured some deformed devils with no magic power and low combat effectiveness, but it was not yet clear whether they were a type of devil or a vassal race enslaved by the devil.

However, Roland did not find any superior devils similar to supervisors around him. Their actions seemed to be completely spontaneous, which meant that the answer should be the former.

This separation seems to be more thorough than that of witches, not only in abilities, but also in form.

It's just that it's not clear yet, are they born from the same origin, or are they born separately, and there is never the possibility of changing?

Are there male and female demons?

Or is it that their reproduction situation is completely different from that of humans and cannot be generalized?

With this guess in mind, Roland finally reached the bottom of the pit.

He discovered that the source of the fire actually came from a blazing bonfire - a suspended stone bridge stretched out from one side of the rock wall, connecting it to a circular island in the Red Mist Lake.

Although it is an island, there is no support below. It is as if it is directly lifted up by a slender stone bridge, making people worried that it may fall. The bonfire was set up around the island. When the fog pillar rose, a bright flame tip suddenly appeared above the flame, as if echoing the roar of the foggy lake. Sometimes it was even as high as more than ten meters. This was Roland's scene on the top of the cliff. You can notice the cause of the flashing below.

It seems that although the red mist can burn, it is not a gas that can burn easily.

There are at least tens of thousands of devils gathered nearby. They densely occupy all the slopes, platforms and caves on the rock wall. Various banners flutter up and down with the ever-changing wind, and the roars and calls of unknown meaning are almost drowned out. The roar of air currents at the bottom of the cave.

Roland couldn't help but blinked.

The devil is... holding a ceremony? nt

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(Sanqi Chinese)