Release that Witch - Chapter 987

[Chapter 970 Devil City]

Is this… the devil’s city?

Roland couldn’t help being amazed. He thought that the memory fragments would be connected to a certain decisive battle site, but he didn’t expect to have the opportunity to face the enemy’s lair.

But the scene in front of him was very different from the mirages that the Mutual Aid Society had seen before.

At least when he looked around, he didn’t find the most conspicuous core main tower—that is, the giant obelisk that the Taquila witch said was made from the God’s Stone veins, which could grow by itself and create red mist.

After all, there are too many towers here.

And some of them still stand on the cliff, most of the pagodas cantilever outwards, like castles in the air.

How did such a magnificent building complex come about?

In addition, since this city is not the one Ye Zi and the others saw, where is it?

Or is it located in a more distant place… such as the continent where the devil is rumored to be born?

At this moment, Roland noticed that there seemed to be flames flickering at the place below the crater close to the surface of the red mist lake.

Unlike the crystal-clear mist surface, it seemed to be a flame burning in a natural state.

This made him feel a little surprised. Since the red mist can burn, open flames should be forbidden in the devil’s city.

Out of curiosity, he decided to go down to the bottom of the pit to take a look—according to the architectural style of openings on the cliff, he should be able to find a downward stairway or a hanging basket nearby.

But before walking a hundred meters, Roland suddenly stopped in his tracks, and at the same time his muscles tensed up!

A group of devils walked out of the corner ahead!

From the looks, they should all be madmen, wearing bone armor, holding short spears in their hands, and the two leading ones were also wearing gloves. Their burly figures almost blocked half of his way.

And the distance between the two is less than ten steps away!

Wait, how could there be living things in the memory fragments?

He had never seen a Judgment Army or a church priest when he was wandering in his own Hermes Cathedral!

This accident caught Roland off guard, and he didn’t know how to react for a while.

run away?

He had seen the power and precision of the madman’s spear throwing, and giving his back to the enemy was undoubtedly the way to kill himself.

Rush up and overturn them?

The power of the dream world is still circulating in his body. At this moment, his skills are far superior to ordinary people, but compared with these bloodthirsty monsters, his fighting skills are basically still at the level of fighting. One-on-one may be able to do it. One person with six Only madmen fight?

He felt that the chances of winning were slim, especially the leading Iron Hand Devil, whose powerful electric shock ability was definitely the nemesis of melee fighters.

However, before he could make a decision, something surprising happened again.

The devil didn’t seem to notice the existence of the uninvited guest, but just walked past him without even stopping.

Roland froze for a moment, then turned around subconsciously, and reached out to touch the arm of the last madman.

Fingers passed through its skin, but there was no touch from the fingertips, as if touching a phantom.

So… is that so?

He withdrew his hand thoughtfully, bent down and pressed it to the ground.

This time, the palm clearly felt the dampness from the black soil eroded by the red mist.

Roland vaguely had an answer in his heart.

It seems that the resisting will of the devoured person can not only determine the scope of the memory fragments, but also affect the things displayed in the scene-the content preserved in this memory is obviously much more than that left by Zero.

If he thought about it along this line of thought, two new doubts could not help but arise in his mind.

One is a church warrior who deliberately sacrificed his life to feed Zero, how rich their memory can be.

Could it be possible to talk to those dead after entering?

The other is Zero’s sense of resistance—or how strong is the hatred and unwillingness after losing to him?

It actually compares to the devil.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had the urge to go back and hang up that little guy at home for a spanking.

Roland took a deep breath, put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, and quickened his pace towards the destination.

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Just as he imagined, there are many ramps and stone stairs leading to the bottom of the pit on the edge of the circular cliff, and some of them are very spacious, not inferior to the main road of Neverwinter.

The further he went down, the deeper he felt the breadth of the Red Mist Lake.

Even if the upper half of the Great Snow Mountain in the Western Territory was flattened, it would be nothing more than that.

Standing on the half slope, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of insignificance. The world seemed to be moving away from him, leaving only the turbulent fog column and the hanging stone tower looming in the fog.

It is hard to imagine that this tiankeng was formed naturally.

What’s even more incredible is that the devil transformed this place into his long-term residence.

After all, it will take several hundred years to dig a ring pit passage enough for horse-drawn carriages, and pave it with a layer of hard black sparkling stone?

If you use this to measure the technical level and social organization of the devil, no matter how you look at it, it can be regarded as an extremely difficult enemy.

Today’s human beings have no chance of winning by luck. To win the battle of divine will, the four kingdoms must go all out.

As he got closer to the firelight, Roland noticed that the devils on the road were getting denser.

Not all of them carry weapons, and most of them wear animal skins or cloth robes, and their appearance and body shape are even more diverse. It’s hard to imagine that these guys are the same species just by looking at them.

Pasha’s information also mentioned that the federation had captured some deformed devils with no magic power and low combat effectiveness, but at that time it was not sure whether they were a kind of devil or enslaved by devils vassal races.

However, Roland did not find any higher-level demons similar to supervisors around him. Their actions seemed to be completely spontaneous, which meant that the answer should be the former.

This division seems to be more thorough than the division of witches, not only in ability, but also in form.

It’s just that it’s still not clear whether they were born from the same origin, or are they born separately, and there is no possibility of changing forever?

Are there male and female devils?

In other words, their reproductive conditions are completely different from those of humans, and it is impossible to generalize them?

With this guess in mind, Roland finally reached the bottom of the ring pit.

He discovered that the source of the fire came from a blazing bonfire—a suspended stone bridge protruded from one side of the rock wall, connecting with a circular island in the Red Mist Lake.

Although it is an island, there is no support below it, as if it was directly picked up by a slender stone bridge, which makes people worry that it may fall.

The bonfire was erected around the isolated island. When the fog column rose, bright flame tips would appear above the flames, as if echoing the roar of the fog lake, sometimes as high as more than ten meters. Can notice the reason for the flashing below.

It seems that although the red mist can burn, it is not a gas that burns at once.

And there are at least tens of thousands of devils gathered around here. They densely occupy all the slopes, platforms and caves on the rock wall, and various colored pennants are fluttering up and down with the changing wind. The roar of the air flow at the bottom of the cave.

Roland couldn’t help blinking.

The devil is… holding a ceremony?

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[End of this Chapter]