It was a real pocket dimension, not even as big as the palace before, and you could see the borders when you looked up.
Occupying the vast majority of the realm's space is a creepy monster, it simply crouched on its knees, the height of 50 Sami, Lysatos and Iraduni and its thick yellow toes side high. It looks like a variant of a demon or devil, but even the evil aura of the Balo Inferno and Deep Hell Purgatory is far less rich and deep than it.
The unknown evil creature remains in roughly humanoid form, with greenish-black arms covered with sinewy protrusions as if they were pythons and thick yellow dark spots. Ten fingers gouged into the legs, wounds from time to time dripping terrible poisonous liquid. A pair of bat-like tops with hooked toes spiked giant wings than it is half as tall, the rich evil power on the wing membrane manifestation of an obscene evil spell, like a painful struggling earthworm writhing. This is recorded in the multiverse [Book of Evil] on the text without any positive and positive, full of the most horrible, malicious content, only the creatures favored by the Force of evil will have three or five fragments, Lesatos will have seen in several Tanali lords.
The giant head does not grow hair, a pair of dusky eyes without eyelids like a hungry wolf without a soul, staring vacantly at the feet. The mouth grins to the ears, jagged teeth, emitting a long breathing sound like a ghostly sigh. And at the top of the scalp, Nieron was unclothed, revealing a third of the light yellow complexion of the Tyrian elves, the torso below the chest inside the evil object, the two linked by hundreds of black muscle fibers.
The backlighting of the dimension was colored a deep red with a dim tinge, occasionally writhing, giving the impression of being inside the cavernous intestines of some creature. There is a red vortex at the top of the dimension, from which silent and wildly screaming souls constantly fall and are sucked into the evil creature. Every now and then its body trembled slightly and its eyes shot out dark green flames, while the muscle fibers wrapped around Nieron broke a few and the body floated upwards, looking like the Lord of Rituals was slowly crawling out from inside the evil object.
Nieron opened his downcast eyes to look at Lysatos, and the look was not the lone wolf at the end of the road, but the winner who had the last laugh.
The only reason why the intruder did not rush up to cut off the root is the divine barrier erected between the two.
Lysatos looked at the thin, transparent barrier, but did not go up to try it, that was given by the [Guardian] priesthood, and Nieron obviously used the last transcendent divine power in the most crucial place.
"Ka-ching!"
The tip of Zasman's Godslayer Dagger met the barrier without force, but as if a ton of salvos exploded and the whole barrier rippled violently. Illaduni retrieved the sub-divine weapon, looked at the intact divine barrier and said, "This dagger is targeted to break the protection of the gods, theoretically I could break it, but the stone pillar fell to light before the barrier wore out!"
A Nieron stripped of the Saraphic priesthood and rules would be completely useless against the plans of the Lord of the Nine Hells. And Lysatos didn't have enough power to break the protection of the transcendent gods, that would require a powerful attack from a weak god at least to do so.
"Maybe we can get him to come out on his own." Lysatos had turned Him from words to him, how this thing did not look like a god. The golden dragon pointed to the large jewel on his left breast and said, "Hey! Perfectionist paranoia, this contains your best supplicant soul, more pure and noble than the other Tia, I guess you spent hundreds of years cultivating it, don't you want to take it back?"
Nieron glanced at it indifferently, closed his eyes and concentrated on sucking up the soul, making up his mind to ignore the Golden Dragon no matter what ridiculous taunts he used.
"Finished? I must say that your weak taunts are not even the worst-tempered gray dwarf, how about a different trick, such as you raise one of your hind legs at an oblique 45 degree angle to pee at the barrier, maybe it will be more effective." After the battle in the palace, Iladuni spoke more acerbically.
Stupid, he's retarded and you're retarded? I really try to see if the barrier will block the sound. Lysatos said to the spirit sucker through telepathy.
"Let's tell fairy tales, bring out your tea set, and the table and chairs, which I know you have in your subsurface bag."
Nieron had taken indifference to the Golden Dragon's staged gesture, and only opened his eyes when he heard the sound of liquid boiling, surprised to find that they actually did pull out a carved round table, two reclining chairs, and a full set of bone china tea sets, gurgling and boiling tea like a laid-back old man or woman attending a tea party.
Lesatos pulled out a hard-shelled notebook and exhaled a deep breath. A battle down, although not long, but the two are physically and mentally exhausted, he has a lot of wounds strong pressure did not deal with, spirit-sucking monster's head will be empty to boil tea also have to fight to squeeze out the spirit capacity. So to penetrate the barrier in a less strenuous way.
Suppose there was this question: What do Lysatos and Eradurni have in common?
Verity would say: "Both are extremely rich and have a lot of magical equipment."
Drusilla would say, "They are both very powerful, both in terms of spells and psychic energy."
Ramesile would ponder for a moment and say solemnly, "... They all have tentacles on their faces!"
Vlamil jumped out and tore the upstairs into eighty pieces, then grabbed the microphone and said seriously, "Their language is as sharp as their spells to kill."
"Nieron, short for a variant of Nid Efalon, which means in ancient elven - son of Corellon."
The beginning of the story made the evil creature beneath the Lord of Rituals tremble violently as ferocious intent began to fill the dreadful eyes lost in thought, staring deadly at Lysatos.
"Wait a minute!" Eradurni suddenly interjected, "According to the rules, the first sentence of the fairy tale is 'a long, long time ago'."
"... Okay." Lysatos replaced a general history of elves. "A long, long time ago ... forgive my mage examining fetish for not allowing such a vague statement, 25,000 years ago in the Ferran calendar, with the second wave of elven immigration, the dark elves followed the great Lord God Corellon Larethian to the Toril universe, where they fought for dominance with the dragon lords of Ferran at the time , for the ruinous century war, which directly led to the end of the glorious Dragon Age ... Let's skip this paragraph." Lysatos flipped through the pages viciously.
"At that time Corellon's spouse was the patron god of the Elven artists, Elohimene the Weaver of Fate, who was also the master of the Dark Elves, when they were still a good race with the beautiful complexion of black jade."
"Twelve thousand years ago, a rift between the Dark Elves and the major clans of the Sun Elves, Moon Elves, and Wood Elves had been born, and the 'Crown War' broke out. On the surface, the tribes were at odds with each other, but behind the scenes was the secret promotion of Elohimene, who coveted the throne of the Lord God. The war was as protracted as the life of the elves, and 10,000 years ago the fourth Crown War, the once loving couple showed the most famous and spooky domestic violence in the history of Ferrum - Corellon defeated Erosinia in a divine battle and cursed him with a powerful divine power to become a horrible monster with a human head and spider body. The defeated fled to the abyss, and Erochne disappeared, to be replaced by the Queen of the Deep Pit of the Magic Web, Rose the Spider Queen."
]]"The kingdom inhabited by the Dark Elves collapsed into the Phantom Region, and the Dark Elves became Drow who could not see the light, which was the 'Great Sink' that changed the history of the Phantom Region."
"The above is the official record." Lysatos put down the general history.
"This 'official' is your magic eye servant, right, can put the bombastic divine war with domestic violence description, but also ghost ..." Iraduni end of the tea cup spray.
Nieron looked gloomy, the evil creature beneath him breathing becomes more and more ragged, seems to wake up from a long sleep.
Lysatos picked up the travelogue just now and said, "The author of this book is a Yogros magic bard, shaving off his completely unrhymed verses, the account in it is very interesting."
"... He is screaming, He is wailing furiously, cursing the tyranny and ruthlessness of the Father of Creation with vicious utterances. From the crevices of the abyss He declares vengeance on His heavenly husband, and He digs up His children. Yes, although the world knows that Elohene gave birth to Viren (the Drow god of intrigue) and Elistra (the Drow goddess of goodness) for the Father of Creation, few know that at that time she also bore a third, sad being who should have been a god but suffered from the curse of fate and parentage. Erohiene ripped open her spider's abdomen, scooped up the twisted, deformed child, and threw it at the feet of the Father of Creation ..."
Lysatos snapped the pages closed and said to his teeming friend, "Here is time for irresponsible brainstorming. Rose gave birth to a what? The product of two elven gods, born a god or at least a demigod, but the nature of abyssal chaos corrupted Rose ..."
As a half-day listener Ila Douni interjected: "the conception failure of the god's son only one end, exiled to the star world ..."
Lysatos interjected again: "But this godchild was dug out by Rose's broken belly, his lack of development did not allow himself to be fully, so, finally thrown at the feet of Corellon, used to disgust the main elven gods is a twisted, strange fae ..."
"A half-draconian, half-divine sin ..."
The dark light cast by the red vortex was obscured, and the legendary divine sin, Hellfire, opened its massive wings as it stood up.