In the secret construction site of Ravenclaw's tower in the Black Lake, Allen Harris was in the room where the three arches of the round hall were connected to the blood pool. He gently shook his slender and pale fingers, and a temporary round arched stone door with meticulously carved runes silently closed and locked automatically.
In an environment where there was a lack of light, forgetting to light up was a common thing for the two wizards who had the ability to see in the dark.
Allen, whose vision was not affected by the environment, walked towards the blood pool with ease. The blue flame in the center of the blood pool lit up the surroundings, making it very conspicuous in the dark environment. The humid air moistened his skin as usual, and there was an uncomfortable smell of blood. Apparently, the flesh that lived in this special environment had begun to wriggle because of the arrival of the wizard. Blood and tissue fluids continued to flow out of their wounds that could never be healed.
Ravenclaw was already in the room. She did not change out of her pajamas. She was still wearing the blue gauze dress, and the hem of her dress billowed like waves.
Allen walked up to her with a smile and found that the smell of blood had been replaced by a strange aroma. Before greeting the witch, he took a few deep breaths in front of the metal incense burner beside her. Then he realized that the smell he smelled did not come from the incense burner, but from the blood on and around the witch, as well as the smell of the burning hyena tree leaves and the fairy's wings in the incense burner. Taking off a fairy's wings would not kill them, but it would make them, who were vain, very angry.
Sensing Allen's approach, Ravenclaw took the mithril staff that had been completely eroded by shadows from the five-headed dragon carving stand beside her. Now, Allen had personally engraved the magic runes he learned from the Netherell Scrolls on it a few days ago.
"Finish it first. Don't be distracted," Ravenclaw said to the wizard.
Allen nodded. He found an empty incense burner from the miscellaneous items beside the witch and threw a few handfuls of dragon claw powder into it. He then added the branches of the Spellguard Tree. This was a kind of pear tree with magical powers, and would protect anyone who touched it from being attacked by dark creatures.
Allen lit them up with his fingers and walked to a corner of the pentagram next to the imprisoned Dementor. He then carefully poured the ashes on the lines drawn with mithril. A revolting smell filled the air.
Allen could feel the dragon claw powder invigorating his consciousness. This would make his mind especially sharp for the next few hours. He then began to chant an incantation and began the summoning ritual. A creature that was a size larger than the average pit fiend was pulled out of the Otherworld Gate by an invisible force, and locked it in a barrier.
This was a demon covered in blood. Judging from the chaotic power emanating from it, the owner of this blood should be a demon from the Abyss.
"Wizard, how did you know my name? What do you want? " The devil looked at the imprisonment formation and asked impatiently after realising its situation, "Information, knowledge, or treasure? Tell me, and I can finish my task quickly. I'm in the middle of a bloody battle, and I don't have time to waste with you. "
"Excuse me for a moment. I think we'll be done soon." Allen, who had been in contact with devils many times, did not mind the terrifying evil aura of the demon. He bowed slightly to the imprisoned devil as an apology, then raised his hand and grabbed at the air. The mithril staff that seemed to absorb the light in the surroundings was in his hand. A Dementor struggled to fly out of the imprisonment formation, but it could not escape from Allen's grasp no matter how hard it tried.
The devil, who was adept at wordplay, realised that there was something wrong with its summoner's words and its actions. It immediately gave up on negotiating and rushed towards Allen. It then crashed into an invisible force field, and with a loud bang, it bounced back and fell to the ground.
Allen, who believed in the strength of his strengthened imprisonment formation, ignored the actions of the pit fiend general. He waved his arm casually, and the Dementor he caught instantly split apart without a sound. Its cloak was like rotten skin soaked in water, and its disgusting flesh and bones were completely separated from its body. There was not a trace of rotten flesh left on the glossy grey bones, and under the illumination of the blue flames in the blood pool, they glowed faintly.
Ravenclaw came over to help. She used a spell to extract the spine from the skeleton of the Dementor, and removed the excess ribs, leaving only the curved spine.
The two then focused on carving magical runes. With their precise control of mana and tacit cooperation, the spine of the Dementor was covered in magical runes. When all the bones were done, Ravenclaw did not look at the skeleton anymore, and instead turned towards the blood pool. Allen began to control the thing that looked like a bone centipede, and had it climb up the black mithril staff. When it reached a suitable position, the densely packed spikes protruding from the sides of the spine like centipede legs began to close together, tightly wrapping around the mithril staff like a toothcomb.
Seeing Allen turn around, the demon realized that something was wrong. It rushed over again, but failed again. Its resentment and malice were endless. If it had its way, it would have jumped up thousands of times. However, Allen had already locked the demon's throat with the Arcane Hand and lifted it up into the air. He moved the demon to the edge of the Confinement Magic Circle. Then, he used the specially strengthened scalpel tied to his waist to cut open the demon's skin and flesh, allowing the corrosive blood to flow out. Under the control of Ravenclaw, the filthy, acidic liquid flowed into a special large terracotta tank.
"Ahem … Wait, wizard … What … do you want? Let me go, and I can give you … anything. " The demon's strong desire to live made its muffled voice beg for mercy. Then, seeing that the wizard was not moved, it continued, "You know … My Lord Bair won't … let you go!"
"Amon, who do you think gave your name to me?" Ravenclaw's soft voice sounded, causing the demon to widen its eyes in despair. The witch continued, "Your master, Bair, is very similar to you. Both of you started off as a trembling, mindless lesser demon. He relied on his own trickery, hard work, and cruelty to climb up the ranks and finally became a pit fiend. He succeeded in becoming a demon general. The difference was that his military exploits were appreciated by Duke Zarelle of Avernus, the first level of Baator. In the end, he succeeded in a coup d 'état and became a demon duke with a unique form. You, on the other hand, used your military exploits and reputation to gain the attention and vigilance of your Lord. That's why I decided to cooperate with him this time. We both benefit from each other's needs. "
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