The light in the Mage Tower was a little dim. In the twisted and grotesque appearance, a smear of darkness devoured the light from the magic lamps. It was like a lurking shadow, wriggling as if it had a life of its own. It was like a black fog, but also like a shadow.
When Halast passed by these shadows, a crack suddenly appeared in the middle of the shadow, revealing a blood-red fleshy eyeball. The surface of the eyeball was covered with fine veins. It was completely white, with a red pupil in the middle. With Chen Ang's footsteps, eyes appeared densely in the void, watching the two of them.
Chen Ang calmly stepped into the shadow. The blood-red eye was attached to his body, and the veins seeped out of the eyeball. It was as if there were countless eyes rooted in his body, wriggling and watching in all directions. The most concentrated place was Halast.
Halast could already hear the rustling sound of the restless shadows, like countless wriggling insects crawling across the ground. His back was like a sharp cold blade, brushing past his body. His body instinctively had a layer of fine goosebumps.
The rustling sound in his ears grew louder and louder. Halast had only been delayed for a moment, but it was already as sharp as a cat's nails scraping against glass, making his brain hurt. Listening carefully, there was also the scream of a banshee. If an ordinary Mage was here, he would have gone crazy. The Banshee's Howl was not a weak curse.
But to Halast, it was nothing more than a cool breeze.
What made him vigilant and creepy was the twisted shadow. Halast could tell at a glance that this was part of the essence of the shadow plane, but now it had appeared in this space. This was something that even he found troublesome.
Halast's evaluation of Chen Ang rose by another three points. Plane Teleportation was one thing. It was just using the laws of space. But playing with the plane in the palm of one's hand could distort, change the effect of spells, and even greatly change the nature of space. That would be a very terrifying thing!
The difficulty was almost equivalent to playing with Shar, the Lady of the Night.
Halast even sensed a trace of arcane spells in the materialization of the shadow plane. This was the highest achievement of high elves' magic, and it had terrifying power. It was enough to shake the entire Faerun Continent. Even if this plane system wasn't mature yet. Moreover, it was very different from the maze, but the degree of danger was even higher.
The planes that overlapped with the Prime Material Plane, the planes that belonged to the deeper laws of the world, were all mixed together here. Shadow, Aether, Astral World, Elements Realm, and even some unknown bottom-level planes belonged to the deeper level of the main plane. Mending the plane's complete structure!
Because of this, the unique plane within the Mage Tower displayed even more distorted reality. Part of the true appearance of this world was displayed in a very extreme way, just like a small space where spells were in disorder all the time and incorrect results of spells would appear. It was very magical, but also extremely dangerous.
It was so dangerous that even Haeraster felt a trace of fear.
You couldn't teleport or cast spells here, and you couldn't even make too many disturbances. If you didn't want your spells to mutate, you had to hide your mana fluctuations and magic items to avoid triggering a magic plague or other extreme changes.
A magic lamp five feet in front of Halast suddenly twisted violently, and a mid-level fire elemental fell from the light. Then it screamed as it was burned by the flames. The lamp made of red copper seemed to have experienced thousands of years in an instant. In front of Haeraster, it rusted. Finally, it rusted into a wisp of ash.
The fire elemental also burned itself to death. Its spiritual essence and soul structure were burned to nothing in front of Haeraster. There was nothing more absurd in the Prime Material World than a fire elemental immune to fire being burned alive just like that.
But Haeraster witnessed all of this, all of it was real.
This was a place where the laws were distorted. This was an extremely unstable and complete plane. The laws could be manifested, distorted, and tampered with at any time. Even for gods, this was an extremely dangerous place.
Under Chen Ang's lead, Haeraster didn't fall into this familiar yet unfamiliar Mage Tower.
Finally, they arrived in front of a huge furnace. Scorching flames rose from the furnace. It was a dazzling white, pure, and destructive white. Such a pure white was even comparable to the holy light of Mountain Paradise. But under the calm appearance was a blazing heat that could destroy everything.
"This temperature?" Haeraster placed his palm on the furnace. The cold touch made the scene in front of him seem like an illusion, but Haeraster still walked around the furnace solemnly, testing it with spells from time to time.
"The temperature can't rise so high! Even in the Fire Elemental World, such a high temperature will create an Elemental Lord. It's impossible for the fire element to not show signs of activation when it's so concentrated. "
Primordial magic was an extremely active energy. It was a mixture of matter, information, energy, and soul. Unlike Earth, in the world of Toriel, the gathering of energy would cause a chain reaction, including plane interference, energy activation, and even a chain reaction of the entire world. This also caused the output of most spells in this world to be extremely low.
It was impossible to pile up an astronomical amount of matter and energy like on Earth. When primordial magic reached a certain value, it would trigger a higher level of change in the laws and a deeper change in the world. When the temperature of the Fireball was high, it would connect to the Fire Elemental Plane to balance the energy. Unless the temperature of the Fire Elemental World could rise as a whole, the temperature of the Fireball would never exceed the normal temperature of the Fire Elemental World.
But Chen Ang trampled on this common sense. The blazing flames in the furnace completely denied Halast's understanding.
Chen Ang stared at the blazing white light in the furnace and the bright crystal in the depths of the white light. The tide of origin power surged around his body. This world was called primordial magic, and in the Star Wars world, it was called the unified origin power. It was as violent as a storm, able to destroy everything at any time. The power of the mind, primordial magic, arcane spells, and psionic power were unified in Chen Ang's body.
The rich evil source, accompanied by the evil mantra, flowed from Chen Ang's body into the furnace, causing the primordial magic to fluctuate even more violently. The crazy magic even made Halast take a few steps back, away from the dangerous furnace.
The wooden expression on Halast's withered face cracked bit by bit. The condensed evil power made his magic go berserk.
The flickering flames were crazy and intense, and Chen Ang's voice echoed clearly in this small room. The mantra with the evil source power calmly and firmly recited the words blessed by darkness!
"Peace is a lie, passion is king!"
Following the voice of the mantra …
Halast saw the surging evil source power and primordial magic tear through the void, revealing the throne of the gods. The astral plane surged with crazy primordial magic, setting off huge waves of astral substance. The ether plane and the kingdom of the dead let out unbearable sounds, and the imprisoned souls of the Nine Hells and the Bottomless Abyss roared wildly …
He heard, heard the will of the Abyss in the dark. He roared wildly. He heard the Lord of the Nine Hells let out a long sigh, heard the joyful laughter of the evil source power in the universe, and heard the countless evil souls wailing in despair …
"I exchange passion for power,
I earn power with power,
I win victory with power,
”
The surging primordial magic slammed into this small world like a sea. The endless evil source power poured into Chen Ang's body and poured into the furnace along with the flowing magic power. The blazing white flames turned pure black, and only the crystal remained. It still emitted a dazzling red light.
The gold melted in the flames and flowed under the crystal. Magic power and Origin Force intertwined between them, and following Chen Ang's mantra, it let out a surging roar …
Halast's footing was unstable. He looked at the crazy beast-like crystal and the gold that was as evil as the Abyss. He felt the pure aura of destruction and evil. He watched as Chen Ang walked into the pure black flames and watched as the flames intimately licked against his body. But he was unharmed. A magic power mystery that he had been pursuing all his life happened in that instant.
Fortunately, he remembered Chen Ang's instructions and used his powerful control power to restrain the primordial magic power. In the golden liquid, he engraved ancient magic texts and spell structures. He burned his spell slots to control the surging magic power and evil source power.
Nine bronze rings rolled out of the flames first. In the narrow room, they scattered all over the floor, the copper of power and power.
Then there were seven thick rings that were the color of iron. Leaping out, the iron of power and blood.
Finally, there were three exquisite gems of ring art and magic inlaid with gems transformed from primordial magic power.
Just as Halast was about to perform the last miracle alchemy, Chen Ang opened his eyes. The last words of the mantra resounded throughout the multiverse, like the wind, like thunder, like the roar of a beast, like the roar of a great river, like the low murmur of a god …
The gods on the thrones heard the words that resounded in their ears!
"Surpass yourself in victory, the Origin Force is free for me to roam!
！”
The flames in the furnace fiercely shook, and the berserk mana tore through the space within the furnace. The berserk spatial storm obliterated everything, making this narrow plane on the verge of collapse.
Halast struggled on the edge of the destruction of space. His face was extremely distorted from the struggle. The destructive power made him struggle to maintain the difficult situation until a hand calmed the spatial storm.
Chen Ang stood in front of the ruins of the furnace. The red crystal shone brightly in the void, like the whisper of a friend or the greeting of a companion. It slowly fell into his hand.
The red crystal sank deep into Chen Ang's right palm. The hazy light seemed to have a life of its own, flickering with Chen Ang's breathing. In Halast's eyes, in the clear crystal, the long river of primordial magic power was as brilliant and deep as the galaxy. He was entranced, as if his soul was about to be thrown into it.
"Master!" Halast wisely changed his words. "My mission failed!" He lowered his head deeply, not daring to look directly at Chen Ang's face. His attitude was completely different from before.
Chen Ang waved his hand nonchalantly and touched the ashes to wipe them. Bright golden light emerged from the black ashes. In Halast's eyes, it was the light of magic power. It was as if his soul was moved, as if it was an indispensable part of his life that tightly grasped his gaze.
That kind of gaze was infatuated and crazy, as if even his soul was enchanted.
"That's mine! My baby! My love! My soul! " Halast reached out, wanting to snatch it from Chen Ang's hand. His expression was ferocious and crazy. Only when he touched the deep and dark origin power on the surface of Chen Ang's body did he retract his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
His eyes instantly became clear.
Halast, who had come back to his senses, knelt in front of Chen Ang, afraid to look at the golden ring. He threw his legendary pride and mage stubbornness to the back of his mind. In his heart, there was only fear and obedience to the ring, as well as absolute, humble obedience to Chen Ang. He no longer had the power and mystery of a legendary mage. He trembled like a woman.
Chen Ang didn't look at him. Instead, he spun the ring around, and the scarlet magic runes flashed past. "All the Devil Rings belong to the Supreme Master. The Supreme Master guides all the Devil Rings. The Supreme Master summons all the Devil Rings. All the Devil Rings return to the darkness!
In a low voice, the magic runes on the ring carried a terrible evil magic.
The ring slowly fell onto Chen Ang's left index finger. The surrounding darkness was so thick that it seemed solid. It spread down Chen Ang's shoulders like a cloak. The light and flexible black cloth draped behind him like a robe. Chen Ang's face was hidden under the hood. The cloak was like a black hole that devoured all prying eyes.
The consciousness of the One Ring appeared in Halast's mind. He instinctively felt some of the information the universe was telling him. He prostrated at Chen Ang's feet and said respectfully, "My great master, the Lord of the Sith since ancient times, the Lord of the Ring, the darkness of the universe, Darth Morgoth!"
"Evil is not the goal. Darkness will be eternal. My Nazgûl! "
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