"Is this... the city of the demons?"
Roland could not help but be amazed. He had thought that the memory fragments would lead him to a battlefield, but he did not expect that he would have the opportunity to face the enemy's lair.
But the scene in front of him was different from the mirage that the Witch Cooperation Association had seen.
At least, he looked around and did not find the most conspicuous main tower, which was the giant obelisk that the Taquila witches said was made of God's Stone mineral veins and could grow and produce Red Mist.
After all, there were too many towers here.
And some of them stood on the cliff, with most of the towers hanging outward, like a pavilion in the air.
How did they build such a magnificent building complex?
Besides, if this city was not the one Ye and the others saw, where could it be?
Or was it located in a more distant place... such as the continent where the demons were rumored to be born?
At this moment, Roland noticed that there seemed to be a flickering flame at the bottom of the pit, close to the surface of the Red Mist lake.
Different from the crystal clear mist, it seemed to be a natural burning flame.
He could not help but feel a little surprised. Since the Red Mist could burn, the demons' city should prohibit open fire.
Out of curiosity, he decided to go down to the bottom of the pit to have a look. According to the architectural style of the hole in the cliff, there should be a ladder or hanging basket nearby.
However, before he had even walked a hundred meters, Roland suddenly stopped in his tracks. At the same time, all the muscles in his body tensed up!
A group of demons came out from the corner in front of him!
Judging from their appearance, they should all be Mad Demons. They wore bone armor and held short spears in their hands. The two leading demons were wearing gloves. Their burly bodies almost blocked half of Roland's way.
And the distance between them was less than ten steps!
"Wait, how could there be living creatures in the memory fragments?"
When he wandered in the Hermes Cathedral, he did not see any Judgement Army or church priests!
This accident caught Roland off guard and he did not know how to react for a while.
"Should I run away?"
He had seen the strength and accuracy of the Mad Demons when they threw their spears. Giving his back to the enemy was undoubtedly a suicidal move.
Rush up and kill them?
The power of the Dream World was still circulating in his body. At this moment, his skills were far superior to those of ordinary people, but compared to these bloodthirsty monsters, his combat skills were basically stuck at the level of a brawl. He might be able to fight one-on-one, but to fight six Mad Demons alone? He felt that his chances of winning were very slim, especially against the Ironhand Devil, whose powerful electrocution ability was definitely the nemesis of melee combatants.
However, before he could make a decision, something surprising happened again.
The demon did not seem to notice the presence of the uninvited guest. Instead, it walked past him without the slightest pause.
Roland was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned around and reached out to touch the arm of the last Mad Demon.
His fingers passed through its skin, but his fingertips did not feel anything. It was as if he was touching an illusion.
So … it was like this?
He retracted his hand thoughtfully and leaned over to press it against the ground.
This time, he could clearly feel the dampness from the black soil eroded by the Red Mist.
Roland vaguely had an answer in his heart.
It seemed that the resistance of the devoured not only determined the scope of the memory fragments, but also affected the things displayed in the scene. Obviously, the content preserved in this memory was much more than what Zero had left behind.
Following this train of thought, he could not help but have two new doubts in his mind.
One was the church warriors who deliberately sacrificed themselves to feed Zero. How rich could their memories be? Could it be that they could talk to the dead after going in?
The other was Zero's consciousness of resistance — or how strong was her hatred and unwillingness after losing to him? She actually defeated the demons.
Thinking of this, he suddenly had an impulse to go back home, hang up the little guy and give her a good spanking.
Roland took a deep breath, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and quickened his pace to his destination.
...
Just as he had expected, there were many ramps and stone stairs leading to the bottom of the circular cliff, and some of them were very spacious, not at all inferior to the main road of Neverwinter.
The deeper he went, the more he felt the vastness of the Red Mist Lake.
Even if half of the Great Snow Mountain of the Western Region was flattened, it would probably be no bigger than this. Standing halfway up the slope, he could not help but feel a sense of insignificance. It was as if heaven and earth were moving away from him, leaving only the surging pillar of fog and the faintly discernible suspended stone pagoda in the fog.
It was hard to imagine that this giant pit was formed naturally.
What was even more unbelievable was that the demons had transformed this place into their permanent residence.
How many hundreds of years would it take for them to excavate a circular pit tunnel big enough for carriages to pass through, and to cover it with a layer of hard black flint?
If the demons' technical level and social organization were to be measured in this way, they would be an extremely difficult enemy to deal with.
Nowadays, there was no chance for human beings to win by luck. To win the Battle of Divine Will, the Four Kingdoms had to go all out.
As he moved closer to the firelight, Roland noticed that there were more and more demons on the road.
Not all of them carried weapons, and most of them wore animal skins or cloth robes. They had a variety of appearances and body shapes, and it was hard to imagine that they were the same species.
Pasha's intelligence also mentioned that the Union had captured some deformed demons without magic power and low combat power, but at that time, it was not clear whether they were a kind of demon or a vassal race enslaved by the demons.
However, Roland did not find any superior demons similar to supervisors in the surroundings. Their actions seemed to be completely spontaneous, which meant that the answer should be the former.
This kind of division seemed to be more thorough than the division between witches. Not only in terms of ability, but also in form.
But at present, it was not clear whether they were born from the same origin, or were born separately, and there was no possibility of them ever changing.
Were there male and female demons as well?
Or, in other words, their reproduction was completely different from that of human beings?
With this speculation in mind, Roland finally reached the bottom of the ring pit.
He found that the source of the fire was actually a circle of burning bonfire. He saw a stone bridge extending from one side of the cliff, which was connected to a round island in the Red Mist Lake.
Although it was an island, there was no support below it. It looked like the slender stone bridge was directly lifted up, which made people worry that it might fall at any time. The bonfire was set up around the island. When the column of mist rose, there would suddenly be a bright flame above the bonfire, as if it was responding to the roar of the Red Mist Lake. Sometimes, the flame could even reach more than ten meters high, which was why Roland could see the flickering below from the top of the cliff.
It seemed that although the Red Mist could burn, it was not a gas that could be ignited easily.
There were at least tens of thousands of demons gathered nearby. They densely occupied all the slopes, platforms, and caves on the cliff. Colorful banners fluttered up and down with the ever-changing wind, and their incomprehensible roars and cries almost covered the roar of the airflow at the bottom of the cave.
Roland could not help blinking his eyes.
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