Hagrid City of the Sylve Empire had recently welcomed several groups of guests. In the Corolla White Tower Academy, Wendy, as the dean of the academy, had received several groups of wizards from human countries.
The people who had come were Edward Kelermo, the master of the Wizard Tower, Katherine, and several other mentors of the Wizard Tower, Marina Bossay and Jonathan Brown from the Akkad Alchemy College, and the orc wizards from the Colossus College.
For ordinary people, crossing the ocean was an extremely difficult task. Even with the advent of steamships, it would still take close to a year to cross the ocean. Furthermore, there were all sorts of monsters in the ocean, the powerful Children of the Sea, and the strange and dangerous environment. Not to mention that even if one had the correct nautical chart, it was still very easy to get lost in the ocean due to not being able to find the right direction.
At the top of the Corolla White Tower, beyond the corridors of the stone pillars, one could see the surging waterfall falling into the Hagrid Grand Canyon. Thick fog filled the air, covering the entire Corolla White Tower, making it look like a fairyland.
"It seems that the legend is true!
"There is really a demigod in the Moonlight Elves, and he is about to ascend to the position of a god!"
"What kind of existence is a god?"
Everyone in the hall was talking about it. At this time, Wendy coughed twice and said, "Most of the people here are my old friends, classmates, and even students. So, I would like to tell you that no matter what, I will never allow anything to happen that is harmful to the elves!"
The opinion of the wizards regarding the appearance of a god among the elves was not unanimous. Moreover, as a generation of wizards, Wendy had a very deep relationship with everyone present. In addition, the Sylve Empire was very powerful, and this was the home of the elves. Therefore, the wizards were still very close to the Moonlight Elves. At the same time, they also hoped to have the opportunity to meet the Moonlight Elves.
To be able to personally meet such a god who was about to ascend to the position of a god was something that every wizard present was extremely eager to do.
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"The dark abyss of chaos, the land of evil and disorder!"
"You are the master of desire, the eternal evil god from the outer world!"
"We listen to your call, and we are also your most humble and devout servants. You are …!"
"We call your name and pray for your arrival. May your …"
"Stikua Philippuuk Atlas …"
"Stikua …"
Close to a hundred demon dependents and demon warlocks knelt before the stars on the beach near the coast, shouting the complete true name of the Abyssal Demon Lord Stikua.
The beach was filled with torches. The flames danced and danced along with the prayers of the Devil's dependents, as if they were carrying out some kind of evil sacrificial ritual. At the same time, the Devil's Servants and dependents were gradually devoured by the surging Devil Fire, turning into a bloody mist that gathered towards the center.
In the center of the circle of torches, dozens of Moonlight Elves were tied together. At this moment, they were being sacrificed to the Demon King, Stikua. All the Moonlight Elves were constantly struggling and looking behind them in fear. They wanted to escape from this place. A terrifying aura was constantly spreading in the sky.
As the bloody mist continued to condense, the surrounding air also turned blood-red. Strange sounds were constantly diffusing from the red mist, as if they were whispering from the abyss. A vague and disgusting lump of flesh was born in the Devil Fire. It constantly twisted, expanded, and grew, rapidly expanding into a huge ball of flesh that floated in the air.
At this time, the demon warlocks' eulogies were even faster. They were chanting evil words that constantly rushed towards the blood-red ball of flesh. The ball of flesh constantly sucked up the Elves on the ground as sacrifices and devoured them. These Elves could be seen struggling and screaming as they gradually merged with the ball of flesh. These Elves were sucked into the ball of flesh, constantly struggling and crying. However, the ball of flesh continued to wriggle, and the Elves were gradually absorbed into the huge ball of flesh.
Heckfoss was very excited. He stood in front of more than a dozen demon warlocks, tightly grasping a blood-red heart in his hand. After he crushed it, a red light immediately shot into the ball of flesh. The entire ball of flesh quickly rose into the sky, constantly wriggling as if it was undergoing some kind of wonderful change. It seemed as if it had made contact with the evil forces outside this world.
The evil forces were constantly invading this world through another world, affecting everything around it. The power of the plane was constantly rejecting the erosion of this force, as if it was trying to squeeze this huge ball of flesh out of this world.
"Gate of the Abyss, descend!
Let this world welcome your arrival! Demons, come to the world! "
The huge blood-red ball of flesh floated in the sky like a blood moon, shining together with the silver moon in the sky. Heckfoss spread out his arms and saw this scene. He roared madly and laughed wildly. This was a level four witchcraft that he had developed by combining the power of the demon warlocks. It was the Gate of the Abyss.
Only demon warlocks could use it, and its function was to build a gate of the abyss, allowing demons who could not descend into this world to open a passage and stronghold, borrowing the powerful power from the abyss.
This was the first time that Heckfoss had used it, and the price for each use was the power of a large number of demon dependents, as well as the heart of a demon lord. This heart was a treasure that Heckfoss had obtained by sacrificing countless times to Stikua. It had all kinds of huge abilities, and it could even allow a demon warlock to directly advance into a demon lord. Such an existence was also consumed here, because Heckfoss saw something more important: the hope of becoming a god.
The meatball kept spinning, and the air kept fluctuating and shaking. The entire meatball seemed to be deeply embedded in space, and strange shadows kept struggling inside the meatball. They were wrapped up by the meatball, and through a layer of membrane, they revealed ferocious faces and roared toward the outside.
They seemed to be longing for everything outside, as if they had smelled the flesh and souls of another world. This stimulated them to roar wildly, constantly squeezing toward the outside. As they broke free from the shackles of the ball of flesh, the monsters with ferocious faces left the ball of flesh and fell to the ground.
One by one, the demons fell to the ground. Each one of them was hideous and disgusting. They had huge heads and a pair of wings with withered claws, and their brains were waving a large number of tentacles. The little demons from the Stikua Clan appeared one by one, and they kept pouring out of the Devil's Gate. They were like insects flying out of their nests, covering the earth and the sky in an instant.
Heckfoss stood in front of the torch-lit sacrificial altar, and all the demons were constantly revolving around him. Countless pairs of demon eyes were staring at them, full of killing intent and desire to devour. Seeing this scene, more than a dozen demon warlocks felt their legs tremble, and they all lowered their heads in fear.
However, Heckfoss did not seem to be afraid at all. Instead, he waved his hands as if he was playing a song. He waved his hands and called out to all the demons, "In the name of my lord, Stikua, listen to my call!"
The roars of monsters surged in the sky, and demons of all sizes kept rushing out of the Gate of the Abyss. Thousands of them kept coming out, heading toward the Silver Moon Forest.
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