Augustus Under the Horseshoe - v2 Chapter 563

Dacia Castle of Terror

After returning to the heart of the tribe, Honoria was still asleep. Painhus stared at her peaceful sleeping face, and couldn’t bear to disturb, so she and her newly born little pony were placed on a looted piece from Greece. Above the soft bed. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding her thin and white fingers, she fell into a deep meditation state.

In an instant, the soul of the pale sorcerer was immersed in an extremely chaotic and ever-changing ocean. Here you cannot feel the passage of time, and there is no distinction between up and down, left and right. There are countless abominations painted with weird colors, forming one. With just a glance, every mortal will fall into a distorted image of boundless craziness.

Countless hideous and terrifying ghosts, after smelling the aura of the soul, came from everywhere like locust swarms, but fled in all directions under the pressure of the Eternal God’s Choice.

In this boundless ocean of chaos, only four areas seem so conspicuous.

One place is a labyrinth of crystals. It is so dazzling, like an extremely bright blue sun. Shining in the dark sea of ​​chaos.

Countless gleaming paths emerge from the chaotic maze, clusters of faint blue or pale pink flame demons scurrying around in the maze, growing wantonly in His evil and terrifying crystal corridors. In the center of the labyrinth stands the impossible fortress, but scattered in the intricate outer area, there are nine fortresses arranged in ever-changing levels, and on the outside are countless bright and transparent crystal spires. Painhurs didn’t need to count, he knew that the number of crystal spires was a multiple of nine.

One is a vast wasteland with red color. The exposed rocks are constantly subjected to the baptism of high-temperature magma. It is soaked in the chaotic ocean, the terrifying temperature, and even the nearby seawater has boiled, as if there was nothing. , Can cool him a little bit from the hot high temperature. In the middle of the wilderness, in the brass-cast mountain fortress, the never-ending metal crashing, the terrible demon roar, and the roar of molten molten eruption are intertwined. , As if a shaking ensemble.

One is a diseased garden, and the pus-flowing ground is full of twisted and deformed plants, and the decayed bouquets symbolizing death and rebirth continue to wither and regenerate. Countless rotting corpses wandered aimlessly in the garden, taking care of the terrible garden. Those dark green corrupted pus even affected the chaotic sea, eroding the neighborhood into the same color. Across the distance, the pale sorcerer could smell the stench emanating from it.

And in the end, and the smallest place, is a field of gorgeous pink palaces and shame, exquisite buildings rise up in the fleshy and bloated wasteland, and there are row upon row of disturbing buildings. At its center, six circular sub-spheres surround the temple.

The warchief strode towards the imposing palace. In the ring of greed, mountains of gold stretched out to the vault of the marble treasure vault of rainbow-like mosaic tiles studded with gems, and the ground was scattered with countless brilliant gold bricks and diamonds. There are gilded statues at every corner and crossroads. Some are sculptures of gods with a dream of beauty, and others are demons and mortals who have fallen into ecstasy. The diamond dust at their feet reveals that these statues were once flesh and blood mortals. .

The ring of gluttonous food is a vast deep red wine lake. This lake is dotted with pale islands formed by the backs of giants, and each island is connected by crisscross bridges. Each giant supported the table with his hands, groaning under the weight of the luxurious banquet. Every island was dotted with mortals who gobbled up the feast in front of them.

On the other side of the dim lakeside, is the ring of debauchery. There is shining golden light, and soft straws are placed here. There, the handsome men and women of every race, gender, and form are naked, or the ketone body is attached with a soft and elegant tulle. The appearance and flesh of the waiter are indescribable and incredibly sexy. It is portrayed as the most beautiful body in the inner desires of the witness. Wild beasts with psychedelic and dazzling masks are frolicking beside them.

The warchief ignored these temptations and strode into the ring of dominance, where he found himself standing on a high platform, receiving the praise of the people and the cheers of the mountains, the army is so huge, as if it is endless, and the supreme longing Listening to their monarch’s command to conquer, the kings, nobles and masters nodded and praised frequently in the exciting anticipation. Those dignitaries who once commanded the travelers will look up at the brigade from their small high platform. By. But if you look closely at these seemingly identical eyes, you will see despair like an abyss. Behind power and pride are eternal and suspicious paranoia, painful suspicions and doubts like cancer.

Painhurs, who had long been accustomed to all of this, moved on. Outside the ring of hypocritical hegemony was a charming forest paradise, which was the ring of vanity. The maze-like paths are full of fragrant flowers and thorns. The gentle, fragrant breeze whispers the glory of the past, always reminding the listener of the glorious and supreme glory so far-the praise of the clansmen when he became the acting chief, the applause of the people and horses when he became the bloodrage chief, step by step The roar of the Ten Thousand Clan when the Great Chief—-

The Pale Warlock turned a deaf ear, and walked along the endless beach into the border of the ring of laziness. There, the heavenly choir sang soothing lullabies, like the fragrant sea beating the fortress of the soul. Like the fragrant sea slapped against the high walls of the spiritual fortress.

After finally passing through the six circles, the white horse arrived at the pleasure palace of sorrow. An unbelievably towering fortress sits on slender and twisted stone pillars. The towers seem to have life-like poisonous snakes coiling around each other in the nest, forming an indescribable gathering. Peeking into its door is extravagance and enjoyment beyond ordinary people’s imagination.

Over the years, the warchief has been constantly refining and studying his innate arcane abilities. He lacks understanding of the magical magic given by Chaos. Basically, he usually learns from Gothic priests, using divine grace, divine power, Righteousness is like a rainbow, at most, some more lethal flame storms, or ashes are wiped out.

However, he found that the magical arts were far more than the ones he often used. When exploring the boundless sea of ​​chaos, he discovered that more and more magical arts could be used by himself.

Moreover, in the pleasure palace of sorrow, he actually found the so-called pink magic: the seed of blessing and the seed of demons—these are the secrets of the drow, it seems , The connection between the dark elves and Chaos is closer than I thought.

These magic arts that are exclusive to the realm of sexual evil are too unspeakable. Just looking at them is jaw-dropping: pleasant images, gender reversal, life union, magical peace, wonderful caress… Although most of them look It’s the same as a joke, but some magical arts are really miraculous.

For example, the magical magic of the Nine Rings: Spell Harmony, which can combine the magical powers of two people. The body and mind of the sixth ring are united to establish a connection with another person. The person who establishes the connection can use the magical magic he has prepared. ·····It’s just that this spell-casting process seems extremely unsuitable for children, and I don’t know whether to cast these spells, is it really necessary to do this, or the evil taste of the gods.

“It seems that the magic is as important as the arcane. I will take time to explore the Chaos Sea in the future and see how many unexcavated magics are hidden.

Suddenly, Painhurs felt his little hand in his palm and twisted uncomfortably. He hurriedly withdrew from the chaotic ocean. Honoria had woke up leisurely, her eyes widened in disbelief.

“Are you awake? The operation was successful. I kept my promise and came to marry you and go home.”

Pain Hess got up from the ground and gently kissed the princess of the Western Roman Empire on the forehead.

“Welcome to the tribe.”

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