The Rise of the Cemetery

The 43rd plane of the bottomless abyss.

Once upon a time, this was a paradise for the demon clan.

Now, this place has become a paradise for the dead.

The establishment of the cemetery city Tarren Mill marked the degeneration and undeath of this abyss plane. Even if the consciousness of the plane rejects them, it cannot reverse this deep rule from the origin of the plane.

The sky that was once as red as red is now shrouded in gloomy and rolling dark clouds, and there is even a pale mist that lingers for years, and a strong breath of death pervades the entire plane. Some demonic creatures gradually began to feel the strong pressure from the plane, and were either forced to move out, or were transformed into undead creatures along with it when the world changed drastically.

The original consciousness of the plane also tried to re-select its own agent among the demons of the plane, but unfortunately, the rapid expansion of the cemetery clan left them without any objects to rely on. After several newly born sons of the plane were massacred by the cemetery, the remaining high-level demons could not avoid the so-called favor of the plane.

Although demons are naturally brutal and mindless, under the tremendous pressure of survival, they still show a cunning that does not belong to chaotic creatures. No devil would dare to accept this kind of death, even if the original consciousness of the plane bewitched and tempted.

After all, undead creatures also belong to the camp of lawful evil, so after demonstrating their absolute strength, it is reasonable to finally surrender the original consciousness of the plane.

However, the original consciousness of the plane just chose to stay dormant, and did not deeply integrate with the soul guard Sir Gai recommended by the cemetery, so there must be some tricks in the follow-up. But this is enough for the cemetery clan who are good at pretending to be powerful.

Therefore, when a communication request from another plane appeared, Soul Guard Silga readily accepted it.

The cemetery city of Tarren Mill has completed the construction of all the core areas of the city, and the sprawling city defense facilities have completely wrapped the former demon steel castle Gundrak, forming a city of the undead with a demon inner fortress inside. Unique landscape.

When the huge light screen slowly opened in the hall of demons, the soul guard Silga was sitting on the high steel throne, enjoying the attentive service of the charming succubus Femis.

Two equally extreme souls harmoniously co-exist in a demon body, which inevitably brought a world-shaking physical change to Silgay.

The former demon flesh wings have been replaced by dark and weird wings, and the original messy and thick dozen demon horns on the top of the head have also fallen off, leaving only two thicker and stronger demon horns. If it is said that the source of the demon's power comes from the horn of the demon, then Silga's power must have advanced by leaps and bounds.

The originally ferocious and tyrannical appearance also began to change to a fit and majestic one, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the evil aura that permeated his whole body. Not only did this breath not weaken, it was even ten or a hundred times stronger than before. With the support of the cemetery and the unwilling favor of the planes, he, the "son of the planes" who forced himself into the position, already has the strength of level 20.

In time, even legendary demons can be expected.

And the succubus, who was lying in Xier Gai's arms at this moment, was obviously completely fascinated by its powerful strength and masculine aura. Those bright red lips were like a burning flame, spreading the scorching heat to Hilgay's strong and solid chest muscles through his flexible tongue.

Succubus's slender and powerful fingers took the opportunity to caress every stretched and tangled muscle line in his upper body, and the long bony tail with fine and sharp barbs rubbed against his thick lower limbs. Rub straight to sparks.

The caress and love between demons, there is no foundation that is simply unbearable.

However, monstrous power and strong personal strength are always the best aphrodisiac, enough to make any vain female feel aroused.

Therefore, when the opened light screen stabilizes, what is facing is such an "unsightly" demonic love scene.

"Dear Lord Demon Lord, this kind of conversation can't be considered friendly, right?" A cold and sharp female voice came out from the light screen, and there was obviously strong dissatisfaction in it.

"Hypocritical human beings, don't use your inferior thoughts to evaluate the great demon family. The abyss is below, and you should all rot and degenerate in the deepest part of the abyss, so that you can experience the greatness of the bottomless abyss..."

The ideology and way of speaking of the creatures on the main plane are completely different from those of the natives of the abyss world. Once the two different ideas collide, sparks will scatter everywhere, destroying bones and destroying flesh.

The words were not speculative, just a few words, and the two parties who were talking in the air almost fell into the urge to find each other and fight.

"Okay, okay, both sides calm down. Dear Lord Demon Lord, I am Stephen, the mage of the plane of Klein, and we are specifically communicating this time to make a deal with you!" An old male voice interjected Come in and avoid the unfriendly topic just now.

"Trading? Great demons also like to trade, but they prefer to take it directly. What kind of good things you Balao from the main plane can come up with, you might as well let the lord master see it first!"

The devil's words were still so hurtful, even with Stephen's good attitude, he almost ran away on the spot. Dealing with demons is like this, without giving yourself a "mechanical mind" in advance, human mages have no possibility of talking to them at all.

At this point, the devil's business awareness is far inferior to that of the devils who live together in the abyss. But thinking of the endless language deceptions and text traps of big and small devils, most rational main plane casters still prefer to deal with violent and chaotic but mindless demons.

After all, exchanging a human girl for a succubus slave can happen once your Bluff and Negotiation skills are maxed out. It takes a lot of patience and a good attitude to deal with these tyrannical and mindless guys, but commercial fraud is not to be expected.

However, if you do not have a strong guarantee, fraud will not happen, and violent robbery is commonplace.

"We have all kinds of treasures here. I just want to exchange some local specialties with you. This must be of great benefit to you. All kinds of gems, concentrates, magic scrolls, powerful magic props, steel puppets, spell knowledge, special features Slaves, magic potions, and even... even your favorite human souls..." When it came to the last point, even the words of Stephen Saint-rank mage became a little sluggish.

"Human soul? Is it as exquisite as the soul prism I'm eating now?" With the wicked laugh of the demon commander breaking the sky, a small crystal filled with strong soul breath was thrown up and down in his hand, overflowing with magnificent The light of the soul.

The two holy casters on the other side of the light screen shouted and cursed in their hearts at the same time.

From their eyes, it can be seen that the devil is playing with the latest type of soul spar that the Mage Guild has just acquired. This unprecedented, extremely pure soul spar, even the most superb alchemists also expressed their amazement, shaking their heads repeatedly and could not replicate it.

Therefore, the narrow purchase channels and the mysterious sellers behind them made them, the managers of the Mage Guild, helpless and could only slowly hoard bit by bit. But they never expected that just when they were flexing their muscles and preparing to trade with the demon lord, they found that the expected market had already been occupied by a certain bastard who was there first.

On second thought, this is actually normal.

After all, the coordinates of this plane and the contact information of the demon lord also flowed from the hands of the "Psionist". If he had such good things as soul crystals, he would naturally occupy this barren market. But this is a pain for the two holy casters who want to make a big purchase.

Subsequent negotiations were obviously difficult and intermittent. The two holy spellcasters took turns to fight, and after a hard-fought negotiation, they finally reached a long-term plane deal with the demon lord.

The demon side paid a large number of low-level cannon fodder soldiers and some mid-level and high-level demons, while the human side paid the corresponding spell knowledge and some magic scrolls, wands and other magic items.

After agreeing on the time and method of the latest transaction, the two parties "friendly" signed a powerful and binding magic contract, and only then did they disconnect from each other.

As a result, there was a huge roar of spells immediately outside the mage tower where the holy mage Stephen was located.

After a full quarter of an hour, the great astrologist Solanlian, who had vented her depression and anger, opened the portal again and appeared in front of Master Stephen.

The face of the holy mage Stephen is also a little fierce and violent at the moment, obviously he was also very angry just now. However, the successful turnaround of the transaction is still a happy event after all, which made him suppress his anger, twirling his beard under his chin and silently muttering.

"What are you thinking? I really wanted to strangle that damned demon to death just now. These rotten maggots parasitic on the bottomless abyss are simply the worst products in the multiverse..." The words of the great astrologer still carried Full of gunpowder gas.

"I'm thinking that we may have roughly touched the thread of the underground kingdom run by the psion." Stephen Saint-rank mage opened his mouth and analyzed: "Psion Angele was born 2 years ago, with the help of various forces The endless entanglement took the opportunity to steal the coordinates of the undead plane in the hands of the Undead Council. Now it seems that the business is very good. Not only can it produce this kind of treasured soul wonder, but it also took the opportunity to stretch its hands and feet to the bottomless abyss!"

"However, no one can find out his roots, and they don't even know where he is now. So I agree with the opinion of the vice-chairman, Mr. Chaslar. This so-called Psychic Angel is basically Not a native of the Klein plane, but a spokesperson supported by a large foreign force in our plane. Only in this way can it explain why even your big astrology can't get any personal information about Angelet."

Solanlian showed a thoughtful look, and asked in confusion: "Since it has been confirmed that Angelet is not from our plane, why don't you take down a few chess pieces he laid out? From that little guy, it must be I can get some information and intelligence about the forces behind the scenes!"

Stephen Saint-ranked mage chuckled lightly, shook his head and said, "Okay, Solanlian, don't let your anger go to your head! How valuable do you think a nominal disciple thrown out by the other party is? You are right So far, it seems that everything Angelet has done can be linked to this little guy, but this just shows that he is just a puppet! Until he finds a fair and smooth dialogue with us, that Angelet will not at all We have exposed ourselves, so we have reason to believe that this little guy named Li Xun is just a spiritual servant of a psion. If we catch him, apart from offending a large force for no reason, I am afraid that before we extract his memory, he will I've already been turned into an idiot by a psion!"

"I don't care what schemes you old guys have. I only care about when I will get my demon materials. The exchange materials that I need to prepare will be delivered to you within three days, and I don't care about anything else!"

As soon as the words fell, her tall and fit body had slowly disappeared from the field, leaving only an old mage with a twisted beard and a wry smile.