930: Alaric and the Black Sun Tower, a Bloody Battle in the Abyss Plane!
In the largest public library within the Meili Ruins of the Hui Ming Borderland.
Alaric was searching for information. "The difficulty of advancing the golden bloodline is higher than general bloodline modifications. Those who aren't born with a golden bloodline, even after undergoing bloodline modification, find it hard to truly gain the corresponding power. But there aren't some very dangerous golden bloodline modifications that require risk, a little luck, and decisiveness."
"Locke is right. To become a Second Ring Wizard, one must have the courage to break through racial limits a second time."
"Bloodlines are innate. Since one wants to break through limits a second time, why care about innate abilities?"
Alaric searched for a long time, sweating profusely, but he found one thing strange: the dangerous golden bloodline modifications he had occasionally stumbled upon before, he now couldn't find, no matter how hard he tried.
Alaric's eyes were filled with doubt.
At this moment, the fighting spirit that had just been ignited in his heart by Locke's encouragement was once again struck.
"No, Lord Augustine worked so hard to encourage me. If I give up now, I would be letting him down for all the effort he put into me."
Alaric found a First-Class Wizard Apprentice in the library and instructed him: "Where is the set of books on [Forbidden Creature Bloodline Modification] in this library? It's the work of Great Wizard Bogershugg."
The First-Class Wizard Apprentice, a General Studies scholar, immediately whispered, "Is it the work of that Forbidden Great Wizard? Lord Alaric, the White Wizard Association sealed his books a few days ago."
"So they're not here anymore."
Alaric felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Sealed? Why?"
"By what right?"
The First-Class Wizard Apprentice bowed to Alaric, then raised his right index finger, pointing towards the sky.
Alaric immediately understood what had happened.
Great Wizard Bogershugg, as a Sun Ring Wizard, was already quite controversial. Many believed that many of his extravagant researches, as a Sun Ring Wizard, had exceeded the limits of his own abilities, but many wizards in the Hui Ming Borderland protected him. However, many of his dangerous experiments eventually reached the ears of those above.
It now seemed that the Ethics Review Committee from the Mysterious Heaven deemed him and his research illegal content and initiated a comprehensive ban.
The First-Class Wizard Apprentice bowed to Alaric again, then whispered, "Great Wizard Bogershugg entered the Wizard Prison of the Hui Ming Borderland a few days ago."
"And his dangerous experiments and magic books that caused the tragic deaths of many wizards have all been sealed."
Alaric was stunned, as if he had found hope, and said, "Sealed? Entered the Wizard Prison of the Hui Ming Borderland? Doesn't that mean he can still conduct research in the Wizard Prison of the Hui Ming Borderland? This is the White Wizard Association here protecting him..."
This First-Class Wizard Apprentice of the General Studies school bowed again.
"Yes, sir. You know these things better than I do."
Alaric's eyes flickered. If that was the case, as long as he entered the Wizard Prison, he might be able to obtain the relevant magic inheritance.
Moreover, Great Wizard Bogershugg was in trouble now and needed people to work for him, so if he could go to that Wizard Prison, maybe he could...
But the next moment, the words of this First-Class Wizard Apprentice immediately extinguished the hope that had ignited in his heart.
"Great Wizard Bogershugg is imprisoned in the Wizard Prison of the Cold Mountain Ruins, that place located at the peak of Cold Mountain."
The hope that had just ignited in Alaric's eyes immediately vanished.
The Cold Mountain Ruins were dangerous precisely because they were once the main battlefield of the Hui Ming Borderland, the earliest invaded area when foreign enemies attacked in the past, and even the gateway to the Wizarding World.
Since Alaric grew up in the Hui Ming Borderland, he had heard that history since childhood.
In the past, foreign enemies invited enemies of Wizard Civilization from beyond the Endless Void to invade the Hui Ming Borderland. Two of the three great god races came; except for the Titan King God Race, the other two great god races arrived.
Even the deepest beings from the Abyss came.
As the center of that battlefield back then, the plane's laws there were completely twisted and altered. Therefore, that place is no longer suitable for ordinary wizards and Mortals to live. However, because the battlefield left behind many useful resources, some of which only existed in the past and are now out of production, the Cold Mountain Ruins still retain its city clusters.
Alaric said, "Then..."
Suddenly, he heard a sound behind him, like a walking stick hitting the ground.
He turned around to see a human wizard he had never seen before. He was wearing a white wizard robe, the style of which was the same as ancient wizard robes, as if an ancient person had come alive into modern times.
The Staff of Civilization in his hand continuously tapped the ground, emitting drum-like sounds as he walked closer.
His beard was meticulously trimmed, his face was completely hairless, and his hair at the temples was neatly groomed.
"Alaric?"
Alaric looked at the wizard in confusion, feeling the terrifying golden bloodline on him, sensing the high rank of his golden bloodline.
Alaric looked at the wizard in confusion.
"Is something wrong, sir?"
"We haven't met before, have we? Why don't I feel your magic pressure..."
His expression changed slightly, indicating that the other party was either a Mortal, or wearing a high-level Magic item that concealed magic pressure, or at least a Third Ring Wizard.
Alaric immediately bowed to him.
The etiquette in the Hui Ming Borderland was grand; he bowed ninety degrees, head lowered.
The wizard, whose beard was meticulously groomed and appearance refined, leaned on his Staff of Civilization, sighed, then smiled and said, "So that's it. Old friend, it seems time has indeed changed many things."
Alaric lowered his head, pondering the wizard's meaning.
"Sir, did we know each other before?"
The wizard chuckled softly.
"Know each other? Of course, we do. Didn't you guide me into Wizard Civilization? Do you remember the name Black Sun Tower?"
Alaric looked up in confusion.
The wizard continued, "The name Alaric is not ordinary. It's a pity you don't remember anything. Well, it has been so many years. I didn't expect to meet an old friend like you here. Congratulations, but it's a pity you have already failed, esteemed Alaric the Great King. Seeing you fall to this state, I even feel pity."
Alaric bowed again.
"Sir, I don't understand a word you're saying. I've already been tested; I can't be any reincarnation. The Golden Dynasty tested me when I was born. This is a benefit every golden noble enjoys."
"I think you must have mistaken me for someone else."
The wizard smiled, not arguing.
"That's right. According to the laws, there are indeed two people. But I came here to find the source of trouble, and I actually met you here. I need to borrow your memory."
"Originally, I would destroy your memory and secretly guide you to your demise. But seeing as we are old acquaintances, and you were once my benefactor, I can choose not to do so."
Alaric was startled. He wanted to retreat, but found that the First-Class Wizard Apprentice behind him seemed to have his time paused, or perhaps frozen. He was slowly opening his mouth, a movement that would normally take 1 second now seemed to be caught in an endless loop, unable to be completed quickly.
"You..."
Alaric blustered, but was inwardly timid.
"This is the Golden Dynasty..."
The wizard's finger touched his forehead, and the next moment, his finger lit up.
Then, the wizard closed his eyes, and immediately, he flicked the finger that had touched Alaric's forehead, and a portrait of Locke Augustine appeared in mid-air.
Alaric said, "Lord Augustine?"
The wizard scanned the portrait with a puzzled look.
"Hmm? Not an old friend. I thought some old friend was secretly causing trouble, but it turns out to be just a small fry."
The enthusiasm in his eyes receded like a tide. If that were the case, he wouldn't need to act personally.
However, the next moment, the wizard's pupils suddenly constricted.
"Second Ring Level Magic Dragon Bloodline? Impossible. This is impossible. What is the Black Sun Tower of this era doing, to allow an outsider's Magic Dragon Bloodline to evolve to the Second Ring Level?"
"How did he mend the broken path?"
The next moment, the wizard's eyes were filled with killing intent.
"Unforgivable. This person must die."
"Should I inform the Black Sun Tower headquarters? Hmm?"
"A mere Third Ring Wizard, daring to scheme against me. Ridiculous, do you think you have that ability?"
The wizard closed his eyes, and then a peach blossom appeared on his forehead. That single peach blossom petal appeared eerily on his forehead, emitting an ominous magical radiance.
"This is..."
If Locke were here at this moment, he would surely recognize this magic as the Peach Heart Curse, an original magic of Witch Catherine, used only by her and her students.
The wizard's expression was displeased.
"A Third Ring Wizard actually managed to scheme against me. I can't contact my main body, nor can I transmit the acquired information back. This Half-Body of mine also cannot return to the main body, and I can't even return to the Black Sun Tower of this era. This curse..."
At this moment, a huge magic peach, the Dragon Viewing Peach King, appeared in his sea of consciousness.
"A Third Ring Wizard dared to scheme against me to this extent. Could it be that she is approaching a Fourth Ring Wizard?"
Then he had only one solution. The Peach Heart Curse suppressed his Half-Body in this era of the Wizarding World. The magic peach transformed into a dao, pressing down on him, making him like a bird tied to a large stone, unable to fly in the sky, only able to walk on the ground.
So now he could only use this Half-Body to kill that young Demon Dragon who usurped the bloodline.
But he didn't need to worry.
At worst, he would just kill that witch called the Red Dragon Witch.
'This person is strong in scheming. She doesn't know of my existence, or at least not my specific whereabouts, yet she still schemed against me through this Alaric. Her meticulous mind would have made her a hegemon even in past eras. However, my Black Sun Tower regards these so-called hegemons as mere straw dogs.'
'It seems this journey cannot bypass Golden Crown Mountain.'
'Alaric can still be used, though.'
He looked at Alaric and said, "Alaric, do you want to break through the limitations of your bloodline? Seeing you fall to this state, I can't bear it. How about I tell you a good method that belongs only to you?"
Alaric immediately asked, "What is it?"
"This is an incense stick. As long as you light it, you can connect with certain existences from the past. You can use it to make some transactions. However, you need to worship the Black Sun Tower. From now on, every time you perform a sacrifice, you must offer the first sacrifice to the Black Sun Tower."
"You must uphold the Sacrificial Rites of the Black Sun Tower. You are now considered to have joined my Black Sun Tower."
Alaric didn't care much about that. As a wizard, interests were definitely the most important. He swallowed and asked, "Sir, can joining your Black Sun Tower make me a Second Ring Wizard?"
The wizard leaning on the Staff of Civilization suddenly smiled and shook his head.
"How pathetic, Alaric."
"Forget it."
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"Of course you can. As long as you make good use of this Sacrificial Rite."
"Furthermore, saying you have joined the Black Sun Tower doesn't mean you've joined its headquarters; it simply means you've entered the sphere of influence of the Black Sun Tower's power system. These are two different concepts. In the world of my Black Sun Tower, as long as you accept the Sacrificial Rite, it signifies that you are one of the common people managed by the Black Sun Tower. From now on, you must treat my Black Sun Tower with respect."
Confusion flashed in Alaric's eyes.
But he still took a stick of incense from the hand of this mysterious wizard, whose every word he couldn't understand.
In the next moment, Alaric found that the wizard before him had vanished. He looked up in confusion, glancing around, unable to determine for a moment if what he had just experienced was a dream.
Alaric looked at the incense in his hand.
It wasn't a dream!
That First-Class Wizard Apprentice General Studies scholar bowed to Alaric, gave a strange look at the incense that had suddenly appeared in his hand, and then turned and left.
Alaric thought of something.
"Right, that mysterious person was looking for memories related to Locke from me. I should notify Locke."
Accepting benefits from a mysterious person was one thing, but betraying a friend was another.
Wizards from their Hui Ming Borderland wouldn't betray their friends just for a bit of benefit.
Therefore, Alaric felt he should tell Locke about this.
He quickly opened the Hui Ming Borderland's communication system—the Golden Lake Scenic Area—and then told Locke everything that had just happened.
To Alaric's surprise, Locke did not reply immediately.
...
Within the Abyss, Locke found that he had actually been sent flying all the way to the Abyss Great World by the Aberrant Dragon that had snapped its own dragon finger.
What Locke found troublesome was that the connection between his main body and his two major clones had been severed.
Currently, all of his consciousness was huddled within this ancient tree fruit clone.
Locke thought about a solution for a long time, and finally came up with the most practical one—'going offline'.
As long as he destroyed this clone, he could completely free his consciousness from the Abyssal environment, thereby preserving his remaining clone and main body.
However, this method would cause him extreme harm. At the critical moment of applying for the special grant fund, using this method might very well affect his chances of securing the second ring fund project that would allow him entry into a key laboratory.
Locke felt the Abyss constantly pouring Abyss power into this clone, especially the part of Abyss Energy belonging to the Eye Demons.
He had a feeling that if he were willing to fall into the Abyss, the Abyss would immediately condense power into his rank, forcibly elevating him to a Star Ring Wizard.
The entire Abyss was pulsating continuously, as if inviting him to join the Abyss as soon as possible.
If the Golden Dragon's spells were open-source, then the entire Abyssal world was simply an open-source world!
Of course, this 'open-source' nature was likely only true for specific individual wizards; for ordinary wizards, the Abyss might be quite 'aloof'.
But there was a problem: currently, the Eye Demon race in the Abyss only had one Second Ring existence, the Supreme Eye Demon. If he joined the Abyss, what would become of the Supreme Eye Demon?
Locke summoned the Magic Dragon Rose and flew high into the sky, wanting to see which layer of the Abyss that Aberrant Dragon had sent him to. He hoped it was one of the surface layers, as that would make returning easier.
As it turned out, he saw a complex world filled with floating continents. Each continent was rectangular, varying in size but all having regular shapes.
There were mountains and waters, river valleys and oceans; the terrain of each floating continent was different.
They were scattered like stars in the sky, like a series of chessboards.
Where was this?
There was no sun in the sky; the sky was a dark red. That dark red light was the world's only light source, so much so that everything the inhabitants of this world saw appeared through a dark red filter.
It was very oppressive.
Locke landed on the nearest floating continent—the one he had first arrived on. There, he saw two types of demon races fighting. One side had ram horns, a pair of bat wings on their backs, and a black halo above their heads. They held tridents and wore exquisite plate armor inscribed with special runes. Though not magical creations, one could still see the power of civilization within them.
The other side of the demon race lacked any equipment or weapons. They were bizarrely shaped and appeared formless and chaotic. Even the number of their limbs varied; some had two heads, others five arms. Some looked like beasts, while others looked like humans...
Only their skin was gray.
This was their only common feature.
Of course, there was another commonality: they were all energy lifeforms.
They were the Abyssal Demon race.
And the opposing side was clearly another type of demon, not from the Abyssal Demon race!
That demon race was like a legion, possessing strict discipline and following orders to the letter. Their numbers were far fewer than those of the Abyssal Demon race, yet they relied on their strict discipline to suppress and beat them back.
"Are those the Hell Demon Race?"
"Is this the Endless Blood War? Then isn't this the first layer of the Abyss?"
Locke felt something was wrong. If this were the first layer of the Abyss Plane, why would the Aberrant Dragon mutilate itself? Why use such a sacrifice to send him here, only to land him in the first layer, which he could leave at any time?
This shouldn't be the first layer of the Abyss Plane.
Locke heard a cry for help and saw an elderly Mammon Devil with a hunched back. He had a magic pressure of only 200 points, equivalent to a First-Class Wizard Apprentice. He appeared injured, dragging his wounded left leg as he fled.
"Save me. Someone save me! I've been injured by those damn Baator demons. Someone save me..."
His cries for help attracted the attention of some young Abyssal demons. A young male Blood-Sucking Beast Demon, holding a blood whip, ran up behind the elderly demon. He licked his lips. "Damn old thing, you're useless now, yet you dare make noise, actually thinking some demon would save you."
"Old thing, just let me eat you!"
The Blood-Sucking Beast Demon roared and opened its maw. Its mouth split into four segments, filled with rows of backward-curving teeth. It then charged at the old Mammon Devil, who was limping across the cold rocky ground on his injured foot, fleeing hopelessly.
He looked with pleading eyes at Locke, who was standing aside and observing.
Whether it was because the old Mammon Devil's vision was failing or for some other reason, he actually said to Locke, "Lord Eye Demon, we are still at war. Our common enemies are those evil Order Demon races."
"Half of the bad reputation of the demons in the Endless Void was created by the Order Demon races. We are comrades-in-arms. Help me, save me, save me..."
His flight immediately triggered a pursuit from other demons; a Two-Headed Lizard Demon was also chasing after him.
Soon, a Scorpion King Demon Lord with First Ring magic pressure joined the chase. This was a humanoid demon with gray skin on his upper body and the form of a scorpion on his lower body. He raised two scorpion pincers and roared, "With a great war ahead, you're actually killing each other! All of you, out of my way! That Mammon Devil is my food. Move aside, I'm going to eat him."
Clearly, the chase had whetted the fiend's appetite.
Then, the Scorpion King Demon Lord slammed through the Lizard Demon and the Blood-Sucking Beast Demon, lunging toward the Mammon Devil who was fleeing on his injured leg.
However, in the next moment, the Mammon Devil suddenly turned around. His body swelled abruptly, and well-developed pectoral muscles appeared on his previously withered frame. His body expanded inch by inch, and clothing resembling leather straps appeared on him.
He wasn't a Mammon Devil at all.
His magic pressure expanded instantly.
He was a First Ring level Torture Demon!
He suddenly opened his massive maw and bit off the head of the Scorpion King Demon, who had been outplayed by this schemer.
The two low-level demons who had been chasing him were instantly stunned and began to tremble.
Because they had actually been chasing a high-level demon.
The Torture Demon chuckled and said, "Ah, young people... falling for such a simple fishing trap. Hahaha... Thanks for helping me consume a high-level demon. You two are quite the actors; follow me from now on. Let's go, we're moving to another spot."
A figure landed in front of them.
The Torture Demon's face darkened. He looked gloomily at Locke and asked, "Beholder Lord, what do you want? Are you looking for death?"
The Torture Demon's hand began to transform. Two fingers on his right hand pointed forward like sharp weapons, while the other three shrank, making his hand look like a metal hook designed to rip through flesh.
"What, do you want to eat me?"
"Beholder Lord, I'm not afraid of you. Among all Abyss Lords of the same level, your kind has always been the weakest and the most talkative. You can only use fragile words to compensate for your even more fragile bodies. Speak, you—"
In the next instant, his head was simply gone.
The Blood-Sucking Beast Demon and the Lizard Demon were scared to death.
They saw with their own eyes that Locke simply reached out, and the head of that powerful Abyss Lord was crushed by his two fingers.
The Torture Demon collapsed to the ground.
His body suddenly fell apart. After Locke instantly destroyed the Abyss Energy circulation core in his head, the remaining Abyss Energy in his body lost its self-awareness. Consequently, his four limbs transformed into four low-level Mammon Devils.
This was because the direct evolutionary path of a Mammon Devil is a Torture Demon.
Then, the rest of his body turned into an Obiga Worm Demon. This was a low-level demon at the peak of a First-Class Wizard Apprentice. It resembled a giant worm that would drag its massive body forward, grinding enemies to death with its immortality.
His remaining skeleton turned into countless Tanar'ri demons.
These were the lowest class of demons within the Abyssal Demon race.
"Interesting. Clearly the representatives of chaos, yet possessing the most powerful evolutionary capabilities. Despite being such a chaotic place, it gives the lower demon races the chance to overthrow their superiors. In this cycle of rapid ascension and mutual devouring, the hierarchy of the Endless Abyss simply cannot maintain a solidified structure for long."
Because the Endless Abyss connects to the Endless Void, many fallen souls enter the Abyss River and transform into Abyss Worms. Even the most powerful demons cannot restrict the path of devouring. As long as it remains unrestricted, it will be common for lower demons to backstab their superiors.
Especially since there are clearly no moral restrictions within the Abyss.
Locke turned his head toward the Blood-Sucking Beast Demon, who seemed the most intelligent and had the most fearful eyes, and asked, "Which layer of the Abyss is this?"
The Blood-Sucking Beast Demon trembled with fear.
"To answer your lordship, this is the 445th layer of the Abyss!"
Locke was completely stunned. Wait, how could the Endless Blood War be happening on the 445th layer?
Legend has it that the deeper the layer of the Endless Abyss, the more powerful the plane becomes. The core of the Endless Abyss was suspected to be the 444th layer because, during the Great Void exploration era, the Wizard Civilization only managed to reach the 444th layer. Thus, many textbooks state that there are only 444 layers in the Abyss.
Back then, the Wizarding World fought all the way to the 444th layer of the Endless Abyss, forcing out countless beings hidden in the deepest parts of the Abyss Plane, including the legendary Queen of the Abyss.
That is, the direct manifestation of the Abyss Plane's world will.
And the legendary first evolved demon—the [Archduke Tanar'ri].
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Tanar'ri demons are only low-level demons one rank higher than Abyss Worms in the Abyss, but as the first Archduke Tanar'ri to evolve into a Tanar'ri demon, he is described in many magic books as possessing incredible power, the most terrifying existence in the Endless Void, the greatest enemy of civilization, and a magic resistor.
But Locke didn't expect that the Wizard Civilization had gone through great hardships to reach the 444th plane back then, and now he was exiled to the 445th plane by that Aberrant Dragon using a magic spell, a pole from the Historical Reproduction Spell Model.
This is one layer lower than the 444th layer.
This directly proves that the Abyss Plane indeed has more planes.
The 444th plane was indeed not the traditional lowest world of the Abyss Plane.
Locke suddenly reacted.
"No. I need to immediately record this with the true sight crystal and bring the evidence back. Wouldn't this allow me to immediately publish a Second Ring tier 1 journal article, or even win an award for it?"
Locke took out a crystal ball, only to see it quickly crack and then explode, turning into a pile of useless fragments, which were immediately swallowed and assimilated by the ground.
Locke slapped his forehead.
"I should have bought a better quality true sight crystal ball. But, looking at this, it's impossible to record anything here without a true sight crystal costing tens of millions, right?"
Locke regretted it immensely.
Of course, he quickly composed himself. After all, he was just an individual; why would he normally keep such a high-grade Magic item in his astral ring unless something specific was happening?
Especially a consumable Magic item that breaks easily.
Locke turned to the two demons in front of him and asked, "Did Hell reach the 445th layer, or what's going on? Why is the Blood War happening here?"
The Blood-Sucking Beast Demon stammered, "We don't know either. We just know that a legion of Order Demon races suddenly appeared on the 447th layer, and they've been fighting their way up, intending to gradually fight their way back."
Locke suddenly realized a terrifying problem.
His ancient tree fruit clone seemed to be stuck in this Endless Abyss due to a bug.
If he was on the 445th layer, wouldn't he have to climb up layer by layer, like taking an elevator?
Oh my god, even the demons of the Endless Abyss themselves had to fight their way up little by little, let alone him.
The only fortunate thing was that before entering the Abyss, he had activated the Abyss Energy circulation hidden in his eyes, making them mistakenly believe he was an Beholder Lord. This prevented him from being endlessly besieged by Abyss Demons. The wizard army that reached the 444th layer back then was forced to retreat under the relentless and fearless attacks of countless Abyss Demons.
According to the information he had read, this was mainly because the Wizard Civilization was in its golden age at the time, and thus extremely arrogant. They weren't there to occupy the Abyss, but to sweep it clean.
This led to all the demons uniting in a rare show of solidarity...
Locke's face darkened. If that was the case, he could only abandon this ancient tree fruit clone in the end.
That would involve a huge magical backlash.
Damn Aberrant Dragon, was that his intention?
To transport the Demon Dragons into this cursed place.
Locke recalled the Aberrant Dragon's magic again, but it wasn't Gold Magic and didn't have an open source, so he couldn't reproduce it.
"But using Archaeology magic and all my magical knowledge, could I imitate that magic based on its concept? Even half of its effect seems to be enough."
Locke shook his head, because he didn't actually have any good ideas.
And his current focus should be on figuring out if there's any way to save this ancient tree fruit clone.
If it really can't be saved, then how to minimize the magical backlash suffered by his main body.
While Locke was deep in thought, the Lizard Demon suddenly turned and ran.
Locke looked up at the Blood-Sucking Beast Demon in front of him and asked curiously, "Why aren't you fleeing?"
The Blood-Sucking Beast Demon immediately knelt before Locke and said worshipfully, "Lord Beholder Lord, I wish to pledge my loyalty to you."
"I want to pledge my loyalty to such a powerful being as you!"
Locke glanced at the Blood-Sucking Beast Demon.
The next moment, half of the Lizard Demon's body, which had already run far away, was erased by an invisible force.
Locke said, "I like to cut the weeds and dig up the roots."
The Blood-Sucking Beast Demon immediately trembled in fear, because the Eye Demon in front of him had already killed all the demons within his line of sight, and now the only demon within his line of sight was himself.
He had never heard of Eye Demons being such bloodthirsty demons.
The other party was practically like a Balrog.
No, even Balrogs are just demons manifested from anger, but this Eye Demon, despite being so utterly ruthless, was also so calm.
This left the Blood-Sucking Beast Demon unable to comprehend.
Locke asked, "Since this is the 445th layer, what is it called, and what are its plane characteristics?"
The two demons just killed were both victims of Peach Arc Thorn Arrow magic.
It was just that at the moment he shot, the speed was so fast that these demons couldn't observe it with their naked eyes, so in their eyes, it seemed as if they were inexplicably crushed by his fingers or annihilated by his gaze.
But in reality, that was just because when he was crushing low-ring creatures, he could perform some flashy but impractical moves, thanks to his powerful strength.
Locke looked at the Blood-Sucking Beast Demon who claimed he wanted to be his subordinate.
The Blood-Sucking Beast Demon immediately said, "The 445th layer is the Evil Chessboard Plane. The land here is like a chessboard, divided into layers. If you don't eliminate your opponent, you cannot leave this chessboard continent. Only by eliminating the opponent can you win and then enter the next chessboard."
"As long as you keep winning, you can go to the uppermost chessboard."
"The entrance to the 443rd plane and the entrance to the 446th plane are on the uppermost layer."
"Hmm?" Locke looked at the honest Blood-Sucking Beast Demon and asked, "What about the 444th plane of the Endless Abyss?"
The Blood-Sucking Beast Demon's eyes were full of doubt. "Is there a 444th layer in the Endless Abyss?"
"Lord Eye Demon, I have never heard of it."
Locke frowned, because in many articles he had read, it was mentioned that the core of the Endless Abyss was the 444th layer, although the 444th layer was not the lowest.
But it might be the most important plane of the Endless Abyss.
That's why the battle where countless demons fought to the death to protect the 444th plane was triggered in the past.
Who knew, this Blood-Sucking Beast Demon told him that there was no 444th plane at all.
Was it hidden?
Locke looked up at the higher chessboard continents. Each layer of the Endless Abyss had different characteristics. Unlike the Great Dark World, which devours worlds into darkness and turns them into a part of darkness.
After the Endless Abyss absorbs different planes, it treats them as part of its own world body.
"Those floating continents turned out to be chessboards."
Locke was a bit flustered. So this 445th layer was a smaller version of the Endless Abyss. Only by continuously winning on the chessboard could he enter a higher-level chessboard.
To leave here, he needed to keep winning.
He was stuck.
What should he do?
Wasn't he trapped in this world?
Could he really only self-destruct?
At this moment, two giant demon shadows appeared on the outer edge of the entire chessboard continent. The two giant demon shadows seemed like chess players and were divided into two factions. They were both Second Ring Level demons.
One was an Abyss Demon, a High-Level Torture Demon, and the other was a Hell Demon, looking like all low-level Hell Demons with ram horns and bat wings, wearing more advanced armor, possessing stronger soul power, and his power transformed into flames, as if to twist everything.
At this time, these two high-level demons, like chess players, stretched out their hands towards this chessboard continent, moving the pieces on it.
This also seemed to be turn-based.
Because Locke noticed that when they placed the pieces, they basically followed a pattern of 'your turn, my turn'.
That is, you place one legion, I place one legion.
However, the scale of Abyss Demon legions is generally five to six times that of Hell Demon legions; they just charge forward in a massive swarm when they fight.
There was no strategy to speak of.
A Star Ring Magic item—the sky-supporting jujube—appeared in Locke's hand!
This sky-supporting jujube appeared in his palm, the size of a matchstick, rapidly spinning in his palm. Then, with each rotation, it grew thicker and longer.
Seven emerald green Spell Models formed a halo around it.
This was his modified Single-Handed Support, barely applied to this Star Ring Magic Plant.
At this moment, the High-Level Torture Demon stretched out his palm towards the earth, placing it on a large plain.
"I'm placing nine legions here."
The Order Demon race opposite him's eyes flickered, pondering the meaning of placing a legion there.
In fact, even he had to obey the plane's principle of the plane on the Evil Chessboard, so it became turn-based here.
Moreover, both sides had a commander's flag. If the commander's flag was captured, the opponent would lose and could only fall to the next floating continent.
'My commander's flag is in the mountains behind this plain. Placing most of the legions here, does he want to decide the outcome in one go?'
'I can't be led by him.'
'But I can't be unprepared either.'
This Order Demon race placed his large hand on the high mountain of this plain. "I'm placing three legions here for defense. This is one-third of my legions."
Just as the two high-level demons were contemplating their strategy, the next moment, an incomparably massive sky-supporting jujube continuously extended into the distance, then pierced through the sky, rubbing out flames, and then fell from the sky, wiping out all twelve demon legions with one blow.
The entire continent actually split into four, directly broken in half, turning into two sections.
At this moment, the two high-level demons acting as chess players were completely stunned.
Locke stood on the continent, which was collapsing, and said to the Blood-Sucking Beast Demon behind him who had pledged loyalty: "You mean that every game on the Evil Chessboard Plane must have a winner to end the game? What if they both lose simultaneously? Hmm... the most likely outcome is a rematch."
"But what if everyone dies and there can't be a rematch?"
"No, the plane rules can still explain that; at most, it would just permanently trap us. So the best way is to make them both winners, so that the plane's rule of a single winner cannot be self-consistent!"
After Locke and the Blood-Sucking Beast Demon communicated for a long time, and after he explored a bit himself, he actually discovered that no matter how he moved, he couldn't leave this Abyss Plane.
It was as if he had been trapped here by that Aberrant Dragon.
So, he directly pulled the rug out from under them, first disrupting the rules of this layer of the Evil Chessboard, throwing the entire plane's rules into chaos, to see what would happen, perhaps a new turning point would emerge.