His blood was reacting to Sunders' presence, which meant he wasn't far away.
Angor looked up at the floating ice in the sky. Was Sunders up there?
But if Sunders was up there, his voice would not be so muffled.
This was the first time Angor encountered something like this. He didn't know how Sunders was doing, but he felt a little relieved. If he could sense Sunders' presence through his blood, it meant Sunders came out of the portal safe and sound.
The demons in the sky were all shocked by the sudden appearance of the floating ice.
They didn't expect humans to come to Rasudran just when the Fire Monarch was about to ascend to the throne. Why did they come here? What did they want? The demons didn't know, but they did know that the humans didn't come here with good intentions.
In just a few minutes, the powerful airflow brought by the floating ice killed countless demons.
When the floating ice stopped in the air, the masked man in a luxurious robe at the front of the floating ice waved his hand, and a large number of wizards flew out from behind him. They were like birds that had escaped from their cages, instantly covering the burning sky.
There were many demons, but there were even more wizards!
The power of the demons was very strong, but the Magi were even better at using their power!
If the wizards also had their alchemy tools, the demons would have a hard time dealing with them. The only advantage the demons had was that they could recover faster than human wizards in the Abyss Plane.
However, the wizards didn't come to Rasudran to fight a war of attrition. They knew they would lose in a war of attrition. Their goal was the same. Nothing else mattered as long as they could capture Olucia.
When the Magi personally took action, it was like a swarm of locusts passing through. The demons in the sky were unable to organize themselves into a team, so they threw away their armor and fled in a short period of time.
For a moment, the sky that was originally filled with demons was now empty.
Looking at the defeated demons, the Magi on the floating ice were overjoyed. However, their joy didn't last long as they heard Monchi say, "The ones fleeing are all imps, and many of them are even half-bloods. We can't let our guard down."
Monkey was right. Imps were the most common type of demon in Rasudran.
The demons they dealt with so easily were all imps. The middle rank and above Abyss Devils were all watching the battle from afar. They stared at them with malicious eyes but didn't attack.
The truly troublesome opponents were the backbone of the Demon City.
Meng Qi pondered, whether it was a prolonged tug-of-war or a lightning attack. It would not have much effect on these middle-level demons, so the best choice now was to take advantage of the fact that the high-end combat power of the demon city had yet to react and complete this goal first.
Meng Qi raised his head and looked at the sky.
He could faintly feel that behind the fire mark, there seemed to be a powerful force being nurtured.
Monchi didn't know what the flames in the sky meant for the time being, but he did know that the place where the fire pattern connected to was the location of Olucia that Kanter had mentioned.
Monchi followed the concealed fire patterns and finally locked onto a building in the southern suburbs of Rasudran.
Speaking of which, the area around this building was completely empty, completely different from the other areas that had been turned into a sea of fire. It was so quiet that it was like an isolated hermit.
"Samantha, control the ice to go over here!"
Both Kanter and Sunders were looking at the same direction.
"Hey, I saw Angor in the wooden house in the woods there," Kanter frowned. "But that place is now a sea of fire. Where did he go?"
Sunders also looked in that direction and saw a pool of burning lava. Judging from the fierce flames, at least a mid-tier fire demon must have died there.
There was no sign of life in the sea of fire.
Sunders' heart skipped a beat as he began to worry about Angor's safety. But he quickly calmed down. The flames were fierce, but Angor should be able to escape with his speed. Besides, he should have a black-skinned woman with him. She was a powerful fighter, so he should be safe.
"Ah, so he's really in Rasudran. What's he doing here, anyway? Also, what's up with that woman beside him? Don't tell me … he's going to betray my darling Keely? "
Sunders gave Kanter a cold glance and ignored his nonsense. He closed his eyes and tried to sense the location of the blood essence.
If Angor was still in Rasudran, would he be able to send a message to Sunders?
A moment later, Sunders frowned. He could vaguely sense that Angor was nearby, but he could not locate him. Angor's position was erratic, like a feather in the wind. There was no place for him to land, and there was no place for him to settle down.
Sanders heaved a sigh, thinking he had failed again.
However, a voice suddenly reached his ears when he was about to cancel the connection.
"Is that you, professor? Where are you? "
Angor's voice sounded like a teenager's. It was clear, pleasant, and easily recognizable.
Sunders' eyes glowed when he heard Angor's reply. He quickly tried to contact Angor again to find out where he was. But no matter what Sunders said, there was no reply.
"Huh? Can't you hear me? Or did I hear it wrong? "Angor mumbled to himself." That's not the professor talking to me? "
Sunders tried to reach out to Angor again, but he couldn't.
Sunders didn't know how Angor was doing, but judging from Angor's muttering, he didn't think Angor was in a bad situation. Maybe Angor was safer than everyone else here.
Since that was the case, Sunders relaxed a little.
He couldn't find Angor right now.
Sunders looked around and saw a horde of strange-looking mid-tier demons showing up around the floating ice and surrounding them.
The strength of a normal mid-rank Abyss Demon was at least at the Truth Knowing level. A top-tier mid-tier demon was at least a level-2 truth-finder level.
More than 20 mid-tier demons showed up around the floating ice and were glaring at Sunders with vicious expressions.
They didn't attack yet, but it was clear that they were here to stop them. They couldn't keep going until they dealt with the demons.
"Humans … Despicable humans …" "Eat them." "Heeheeheehee … Human brains are the best! I can't forget it after I sucked them last time!" "What color will human flesh produce when it's burned?"
Vague syllables came out of the demon's mouth, and the threatening words entered the ears of the Magi.
Come to think of it, perhaps it was a bad habit inherited from some distant demon ancestor. Demons loved to talk nonsense before a battle. It was even more frequent than many wandering adepts. It might cause some psychological pressure to those who weren't strong enough, but it meant nothing to the wizards.
"Break through the encirclement and fight!"
…
The dance music in the sky never stopped.
Fafnir wasn't the only one who was paying attention to Rasudran. Many powerful beings in the Abyss Plane were also paying attention.
The beautiful sound of a harp and a seductive female voice echoed in the graveyard of the Land of Eternal Rest.
All of a sudden, the music stopped abruptly.
Inside a tavern in the center of the graveyard, Balalaika, who was playing her harp, suddenly stopped. She looked up at the sky and pondered.
"The new Fire Monarch is actually born from a half-blood demon. Interesting."
Soon, Balalaika retracted her gaze and placed her slender, fair fingers on the strings of the crystal harp. The Snakebite Ring on her pinky emitted a faint glow. As she moved her fingers, melodious music flowed out again. But unlike the serenade from before, this time, Balalaika played an epic hymn.
In the bottomless Abyss, in an indescribable world.
Night spread out in the sky, and the gentle moonlight shone on the earth.
It was hard to imagine that in the Abyss, where there was no day or night, there would be such a world with a gentle night and a bright starry sky.
Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the night was, there was no life to appreciate it.
The land shone under the moonlight was barren. Apart from the dry soil, there was no greenery here. This was an abandoned world. No creature could survive here for a long time.
However, in this desolate and uninhabited world, there was a building that did not fit in with the surrounding atmosphere.
This building gave off a solemn and dignified feeling. It seemed to be built in the center of a bustling human society, and shouldn't have appeared here.
The steepled tower flashed with dazzling lights. The painted glass windows gave off a religious sense of solemnity. In addition, there were various statues of gods outside the building, giving the building a strange sense of solemnity.
This was a library.
Although it looked like a church, the interior was filled with bookshelves filled with books under the gorgeous and exquisite chandelier.
Although there were countless books here, the entire library was empty. There was only one life in it.
It was a petite, tailed demon sitting in front of a large desk. It held a pen in its hand and was writing rapidly on a piece of parchment, making rustling sounds. The lamp on the desk was slowly burning, and the dim yellow light shone on the quiet study.
Suddenly, the tip of the tailed demon's pen broke when it was writing a word.
It was stunned for a moment and looked at the word it had only written halfway. "Ass …"
A burst of strange laughter came from its mouth.
After laughing, it suddenly turned its head and looked at a certain place in the void. It saw the sky where flames gathered, and also saw the battle between demons and humans.
However, these didn't arouse its interest. Its gaze was focused on a tall figure wearing a porcelain white mask.
There was an undetectable glint in its eyes.
After a while, it withdrew its gaze, lowered its head, and took out a quill pen from the desk. Using a brand new bottle of ink that glowed with a faint light, it recorded a passage on the parchment.
"The Origin Fire is the key to lead the boundless void to the old times. The glory buried in Asgard will finally be opened. "
After this passage was recorded, it casually inserted the parchment into its tail.
At this time, its hook-like tail not only had parchment, but also books with various covers.
These books were written in various languages. On the spine of one of them, there was a row of words clearly written in human common language: "Research and Improvement of Abyss Inscription Literature."
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