The Demonic Foundry used to be one of the most important military facilities of the demon king, Serathon. Just a few months ago, there were two demonic legions and hundreds of powerful hellfire giants stationed here. But now there was only a big pit — nothing was left.
Hao Ren looked at the huge pit in front of him in awe. It was a place directly transformed from a large crater. The bottom of the pit was covered with dark brown dark-energy ores mixed with a dirty green light. There were huge cracks and caverns everywhere on the walls of the pit. Raging flames of evil energy spewed out from these cracks, making the whole pit look like a brazier that had not yet been extinguished. It was a daunting sight to behold.
However, this place had been severely damaged. Only ruins and even a pedestal of demonic facilities could be seen everywhere. The walls of the mine were only left with some black iron scaffolding that could no longer be seen. At the bottom of the mine, there was only a dense forest of magic iron spikes. Those things were originally part of the magic casting facility, used to stabilize the unactivated Hellfire Giants or to suppress powerful hostile demons. They used to be tens or even hundreds of meters tall, but now only a neat piece of stubble less than two to three meters tall was left. The section of the demonic iron jungle was so flat that it was almost like it had been cut by a knife.
There were no other remnants of the destroyed buildings around the pit. They only had some pedestals left, as if the upper half had disappeared into thin air.
"When the 'goddess' took the king away, she was intercepted by other demons, but she didn't do anything at all. All the demons and buildings in the pit disappeared into thin air," Lanina said, still feeling incredible. "It really disappeared into thin air, there was no process at all, and it directly became what you see in front of you."
"It was deleted," the MDT professionally checked the traces left at the scene. "Just like you smashed a file in the computer, Lord Tarver should have deleted the enemies in the Demonic Foundry. This is really in line with her style — I heard that Lord Tarver is the best researcher in the Empire. She advocates efficiency and doesn't like to be entangled with people in battle. She will solve everything as soon as possible. "
Hao Ren swallowed and thought to himself that fortunately he was in the same family as those crazy immortals. The saying that the deputy section chief and above could kill the Milky Way in seconds was probably not an exaggeration...
Everyone carefully entered the crater along a cast iron path on the edge of the Demonic Foundry. They were wary of encountering any remaining demon guards here. Although the spacecraft had confirmed that there were no demons in the Demonic Foundry with the radar before landing, demons were really strange creatures. Not only did they have a strange physiological structure, but there were also creatures like Hellfire that could hardly be classified as life. So, they did not dare to move too easily here.
However, they walked for a long time without encountering any demons. There was only dead silence in the Demonic Foundry. Only the sound of the demonic flames rushing out of the ground could be heard from time to time. It seemed that the demon lord, Serathon, had given up on the mine. Perhaps he had sent people to investigate, but apparently, even tens of thousands of experts and professors who had taken pictures of unscientific things could not explain the disappearance of an entire "factory".
But of of of Hao Ren felt that something was. "Why, there is no one here?"
"Are you expecting to suddenly encounter a wave of patrols?" Vivian turned her head and glanced at him. "This is the territory of the demons. If you are exposed, you will be directly surrounded by the legion. You won't even know how you die."
Hao Ren frowned and said, "That's not what I mean... I mean, did the guy named Serathon really give up this place? Such a huge foundation, even if it was destroyed … But he should at least organize a long-term investigation team to stay here for a year and a half to live up to his professional ethics. How come there is not even a shadow of a demon here? Is he completely abandoning it or what? "
"It's not quite right," Lanina felt that what Hao Ren said was very reasonable. She bent down and picked up a strange stone with green light. This stone was something that could be seen everywhere at the bottom of the pit. The green light with a metallic texture seemed to be calcined by the demonic flames gushing out of the ground. "This is the demonic ore, the most commonly used thing to make the Hellfire Giants. Although the casting equipment of this pit was destroyed, the mine itself is still there. There is no reason for Serathon not to rebuild this place."
Lanina suggested to cross the Demonic Foundry because the radar of the Petrachelys showed that there were no demons in it. But even so, she could not believe that Serathon had really completely abandoned this place. Until now, seeing the deserted mine ruins, she was sure that there was really no demon here.
"What kind of person is that Serathon... Uh, what kind of demon?" Hao Ren asked curiously.
Lanina nodded and said, "A little uglier than the demon form of the king."
Everyone was stunned. Hao Ren looked at Lanina in surprise, wondering if this succubus had always recognized people by their degree of ugliness...
"Ahem, in addition to that, Serathon is the second most powerful demon king in the Ten Demonic Planes," Lanina quickly added. "He used to be our strongest and most stubborn enemy, and the most difficult of all the demons who opposed us. He is a reptilian-like Lord of the Abyss, with 33 legions under his command, fighting with poisonous fire, curses and brute force. The place we are now in is Serathon's Demonic Plane. The whole space is his territory, also known as the Third Plane. "
Y 'zaks interrupted. "By the way, I occupied the Seventh Plane back then. There are many demonic planes, but only ten of them are stable. They float in the bubble area and are connected to each other by portals. The ten demonic planes are occupied by ten demon kings. At that time, the power of the Seventh Plane was almost the sum of the other planes. "
Y'zaks was a little proud when he said that. Apparently, he was still a little proud of the foundation he had laid down. Lily asked curiously, "Why isn't the leader ranked first? Your territory is only ranked seventh?"
Y'zaks shrugged and said, "This ranking doesn't matter. The name of my hometown is born — Confucius has become a saint, but he is still the second."
Hao Ren stumbled and almost fell into the green fire pit. "You know Confucius?"
"I have nothing to do all day, so I read books and newspapers." Y'zaks spread out his hand. "I just finished studying Greek philosophy two days ago."
Lily suddenly stuck out her tongue and shrank behind Hao Ren. "Don't study philosophy. You'll get into trouble if you study it with your size..."
Hao Ren looked at Lily with a very awkward look. He couldn't imagine what this self-proclaimed literary girl girl usually read...
No matter where the demon guards of Serathon went, they did not encounter any obstacles in the Demonic Foundry. They passed through this large abandoned and scorching wasteland without any danger. They returned to the surface from the ramp at the other end of the Demonic Foundry. The huge and magnificent demonic portal finally appeared in front of them.
A few hundred meters in front of him was a large platform built with huge obsidian slabs. On both sides of the platform stood two huge black stone pillars. The stone pillars were engraved with the image of a ferocious and terrifying demon, and in the middle of the two stone pillars was a distorted whirlpool-like space.
From the vortex-shaped distorted portal, they could vaguely see a red color, apparently leading to another demonic plane.
And near the portal, Hao Ren finally saw the regular demonic legion: a large group of hideous and terrible demon guards in black armor were guarding the platform of the portal and nearby sentry posts. Their skin was dark red, with curved horns on their heads, and they were holding a burning hell sword in their hands. Each demon was more than three meters tall. Their size and the terrible weapons in their hands made people wonder how many human soldiers were needed to fight against such a demon.
These demon guards had set up a tight line of defense near the portal, which made Hao Ren's previous doubts disappear. He thought that Serathon, who ruled this plane, had taken advantage of the historical trend and died in time in the past two months. Now it seemed that the legion was fine, but for some reason, no one was sent to take care of the Demonic Foundry for the time being.
Now there was a problem in front of Hao Ren: how to pass through the portal under the nose of so many demon guards?
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