The footsteps were steady and powerful, moving from far to near, and each step seemed to fall at the same interval, carrying an unquestionable sense of oppression.
The stone door was pushed open. Two tall figures walked in one after another.
Walking in front was one of the Devil Marshals stationed at the fortress, the deputy commander of Helisi, Musa.
He was nearly 1.5 feet tall, and his whole body was covered with a layer of snow-white ice armor. He had double horns on his forehead, which were thick and curved. His surface was covered with scratches left by the battle. His eyes glanced around the room solemnly, and then fell on Youlun.
"Youlun, I heard you've finished it?" Musa's voice was low, coming out from deep in his throat as he exhaled, like the sound of grindstones rubbing against each other, but there was extreme excitement and disbelief in his tone.
Youlun nodded, put down the tools in his hands, and lifted the iron box. Perhaps because the weight of the stone slab was relatively heavy, Youlun was shaking a little. He opened the lid, exposed the stone slab inside, and turned it around to show it to the two of them.
Contemptuous looks flashed across their eyes. In Devil Race, strength is the most basic requirement. A weak Devil Race like Youlun would have been reduced to rations long ago if it didn't have some use value.
Youlun seemed not to notice and continued to introduce:
"The transmission coordinates have been solidified, and the upper load limit has been stabilized at the level of Peak Demon General. This is the limit. It is limited by the material and Spirit Rune itself, and cannot be improved. As long as nine more identical stone slabs are made and combined in series to form the resonance of Spirit Rune, and then use the attraction of blood, the void can be broken and a stable channel can be formed, and then..."
Musa waved his hand to stop his introduction, which was like a book from heaven. He didn't understand, so he asked directly:
"Just tell me how long it will take and what else will you need?"
"Nine such stone slabs, at this time tomorrow, we will also need thirty demons of various races." Youlun paused for a moment before saying those two bloody words--
"Blood sacrifice."
Musa took the slate and glanced at the runes on it. The lines were complex and intertwined, like a precise maze. He handed the slate to another figure behind him with both hands.
The man didn't answer. He walked into the room, stood behind Musa, and glanced across the stone slab. He was half a head lower than Musa, and his stature was not as strong as Musa, but the pressure in his eyes was heavier than Musa's.
He is Helisi. The real controller of this fortress, the strongest one. Helisi wears a piece of pitch-black soft armor that is completely different from the ordinary Devil Race. The armor fits the body closely and disappears into the shadow under the collarbone. His eyes looked past the curved and interlaced runes on the stone slab and looked directly at Youlun.
"Are you sure it's stable?"
"OK." Youlun said with a calm tone, "I have already done actual testing."
Helisi stared at Youlun for a long time. There was no expression in those eyes, like two dry wells with no bottom.
"Youlun," he said, "You know how seriously adults take this matter. If something goes wrong, you should know the consequences."
Youlun was silent for a moment, nodded, and said in a confident and decisive tone, "There will be no problem."
Helisi looked at him for a while, then looked away.
"Okay, let's start getting ready." After he said this, he turned and walked out of the door. Musa followed closely. The door was slammed shut. Two high-level Demon General were guarding the door, on the one hand to satisfy Youlun's needs, and on the other hand, they were watching him.
Youlun sighed lightly and touched the little finger of his right hand.
An hour later, a huge box was placed heavily at the door, with ten stone slabs of the same size neatly arranged inside.
If there are human monks here, they can tell that this is a very rare Ethereal Stone Slab, which can be used to make storage rings, storage bracelets and other space props. It is also one of the raw materials for making Teleportation Talisman. It is an extremely precious material even among the human race, but there are ten large pieces here.
Youlun didn't think about where these things came from. He only knew that as long as the materials he needed, they would be delivered to him in one day at the latest, and some of them were even stained with blood.
Youlun took off the disguise, activated "Great Strength" Spirit Rune in the phalanx of the little finger of his left hand, and effortlessly lifted the entire box with one hand and walked to the stage.
"The human race's Spirit Rune is really easy to use." Youlun chuckled and began to draw.
One day later, two Demon General carried a whole box of stone slabs and left the stone chamber. Youlun followed closely, and two Demon General followed closely behind him, heading towards the teleportation hall prepared in advance.
The hall is spacious and empty, with a dome several feet high, and the ground is paved with gray-black stone slabs. In the center of the hall is a huge teleportation array painted with dark red paint - the diameter of the outer circle is nearly two feet, and there are dozens of different rune rings nested in layers on the inside, each ring engraved with dense markings.
There are ten gaps left on it, and the size of the gaps is exactly the same as that of the stone slab.
Youlun picked up a stone slab from the box, moved it little by little to the gap, put it away, and then moved the second piece. Surrounded by hundreds of Devil Race elites who were at least mid-level Demon General, there was also a large cage, which locked the dying Devil Soldier number 30 or 40.
Everyone was waiting for this possibly the weakest demon in the fortress to work hard here. After all ten stone slabs were arranged, Youlun sat down on the ground, sweating like rain, and breathing heavily.
When the two Devil Marshal strode into the teleportation hall, the preparations had come to an end.
What a waste!
Musa picked up Youlun, who had not yet recovered, and asked, "How's it going? Are you all ready?"
"Alright... ready." Youlun took a few deep breaths, as if he wanted to speak more fluently, "The stone slab... has been completely arranged. As long as... it is watered with the blood of thirty Devil Race, the teleportation array... will be activated and the passage will be opened."
Musa shook Youlun away and looked at Helisi behind him.
Helisi nodded. Musa waved his hand, and four Demon General escorted thirty Devil Soldier of different shapes to the teleportation array - there was Ice Devil, Blood Devil, Horned Demon, Flame Demon, Shadow Devil, and many unknown Devil Race.
Whoa! The bone knife flashed past the teleportation array, and the neck of the one at the front, Blood Devil, was torn open, and blood poured into the teleportation array. Until there was no more blood flowing out, Demon General threw the body back, and then pulled the next one over.
Gradually, the smell of blood filled the entire hall. As if being stimulated, Devil Race present became a little restless and excited, but due to the pressure of Helisi, no one dared to move.
Those thirty Devil Race were like thirty sheep waiting to be slaughtered, walking towards the teleportation array one after another. No demon dared to say no, no demon dared to resist, because the demon who resisted would end up worse than death.
As the blood of the last Devil Soldier was poured in, the demon blood had soaked into the entire teleportation array. The rune ring above was shining with red blood, and the demon blood was gradually absorbed by the ten stone slabs. An hour later, Spirit Rune all lit up. A light red light rose from the ground, dyeing the entire hall with a dark red halo, and the air buzzed.
All Devil Race stepped back a foot away, staring at the teleportation array in front of them, but they kept pushing forward.
Youlun didn't know when he stood in the corner of the hall, far away from the running teleportation array, and no one noticed him. He folded his arms and watched the rays of light converge into an increasingly brighter blood-red light column in the air.
The light continued to rise, illuminating the entire hall, bloody and strange.
A moment later, above the teleportation array, the air seemed to be torn open to both sides by an invisible hand, revealing a deep, indescribable darkness behind it. The darkness was not empty, and something was squeezing out from the crack.
The first thing that appeared was the breath. An indescribable coercion seeped out from the cracks. The pressure was not violent, it could even be called gentle. But every Devil Soldier and Demon General present, including Musa and Helisi who were standing on the side of the formation, froze involuntarily.
This is the level gap and bloodline suppression. It is something more essential than power.
Youlun stood in the corner, feeling the pressure. His body did not freeze like other Devil Soldier, but his breathing stopped for a moment. That breath was pure blood!!!
Pure blood of the royal family and royal family that can only be seen in legends!!!
From the crack, a slender figure stepped out.
She was wearing a dark red gauze skirt, the hem of which trailed to the floor, gently brushing the ground as she walked without a trace of dust on it. Her upper body was also covered with a thin black coat, her waist was slender, her feet were bare, and her exposed skin was white and almost transparent, like fine porcelain. Her facial features were so exquisite that they were almost demonic, her eyebrows were slender, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
He is over 1.2 feet tall, with two blood-red magic horns slightly curved on his forehead. There is a bright red dot in the middle of the horns, which looks like blood is flowing in it. The magic lines on his body are a light pink color, almost blending into the skin, and a long tail is raised high on his back.
As she stepped out of the teleportation array, the stone slab above the teleportation array shattered into powder with a bang.
Whoosh, the fleshy wings about ten feet long on both sides spread out. As the wings flapped, the whole person slowly flew into the air.
Her gaze moved forward from a high place, slowly scanning the entire hall. Wherever she looked, Devil Soldier fell to their knees one after another. No one could remain standing under this gaze. It was as if an invisible hand was pressing down from above their heads, making their knees bend involuntarily.
A mid-level Demon General who was responsible for adjusting the array, a brave man who could usually tear apart human monks of the same level, didn't even have room to struggle, and hit his knees heavily on the stone slab. Musa Standing at the edge of the formation, his body was very tense, and the muscles under the dark scales bulged and relaxed, repeated several times. He finally managed to hold on and did not kneel down, but he lowered his head. This was the rule of Devil Race.
"Is this the lower realm?" She looked around at the gray-black stone walls and the teleportation array that had been broken into powder on the ground, and spoke calmly.
"The environment is really bad."