The door of dreamland is once again open to Ifomie.
This time he is at the top of the blue sky.
He had somewhat forgotten that this was a dream.
Ifomie looked down. I saw a bare rock mountain surrounded by white clouds. There is a wide six-sided marble altar built on the top of the mountain, with a stone pillar engraved with a bull's head mark on each of the six corners.
There is a huge statue in the center of the altar. The statue has a pair of wide and long horns, as well as the fangs of a leopard, the tail of a snake, and four arms.
There were many fresh and bloody heads placed in front of the statue. There were three living humans kneeling in front of the statue, muttering something.
This is obviously the main material plane.
He felt a little nervous for some reason.
"Go quickly." Solena squeezed him beside him.
"Is this really going to work?" he heard himself say.
"Are you scared? Don't be scared. Hey hey hey!"
Solena scratched the tip of his nose with a feather, "You just need to jump down and say to them: Hi! I am Ifomie, the Hand of Destruction, and the god you summoned is here! I am very satisfied with your tribute, please continue." That’s it. These rare and strange people will be shocked and shocked. Then they will go around to promote your power! How simple.”
The hand of destruction is destroyed.
He really wasn't used to the name Solena gave him.
She said that gathering the power of faith can make herself stronger.
"I don't think there's any need to be stronger. It's fine as it is now," he remembers saying.
"Hey! Hey! Being stronger will be better. Think about it. Only our little tricks can play tricks on others. How fun it is. By the way, do you want to go back to hell and make a duke or something?"
"I want to go back. But..."
"That's right! Then we have to be stronger, stronger. Hehe!"
He had to agree with Solena, Solena must be right. She is always right.
Ifomie's thoughts returned to the top of Qingyun.
He jumped down obediently, but accidentally trampled to death the three prostrate human prayers.
"It's really yours! Asmode!" Solena laughed heartily.
Everything is blurry again.
The door to dreamland is closed again.
Then open it again.
…
This time he was sitting upright in a sacrificial hall.
He sat on a huge black stone chair that seemed to have been made just for him.
The layout of the sacrificial hall actually suited his taste. The three-story staged altar looked solemn and formal, reminding him of the "real guys" he had seen in Chaos Hell.
Twelve human beings of different shapes were kneeling in front of him. They all have bone helmets engraved with bull head marks on their heads, their bodies are covered in red paint, and their waists are tied with leather of unknown origin. Face, palms, and knees touch the ground.
"I am destroyed by the hand of destruction. In the name of destruction, I offer your final prayer."
He heard himself say, his voice much lower than in the previous dream.
Final requirements.
Solena said that this was part of the big plan and an important step for them to return to Chaos Hell to become a Duke, or to return to the First World and become an ancestor.
The wills of all the Ivo Annihilators will gather into a huge aggregate, represented by the twelve elders, to put forward an ultimate prayer.
He must fulfill this request.
You can change...what is that called...
Yes, final position.
He doesn't understand. But Solena knew everything. She always knew everything.
His followers kowtowed repeatedly until their foreheads bled.
"The Lord of Destruction. The Wrath of the World. The right hand that executes endless destruction."
"Father of destruction, scolding, murderous, master of madness."
"Feast on my guilt and penetrate my soul."
Twelve people took off the white bones on their heads, stretched their hands straight forward, and rubbed gray symbols on the ground.
“We have broken the bones of our enemies in pieces… we have broken the bones of our loved ones… like the stolid statues that were once erected, they will be shattered before you.”
“When the rampant chaos reaches its climax, when disintegration becomes the final form of definition…
They straightened up.
“So that they may know your glory.”
"In the name of destruction, please accept our final prayer!"
There are actually many words in this prayer that are unnecessary and inaccurate. Except for the last sentence.
In fact, they only read the last sentence.
But there is no need for Ifomie to remind them.
The air began to vibrate.
The voices of the twelve elders suddenly seemed to be pinched together by something, becoming a sticky whole.
“We pray for irreparable destruction…
The fire at the northernmost lighthouse.
Ice tides in the infinite lowlands.
The moon does not set and the silence withers.
And, the destruction of the impregnable city..."
The strange thing is that even though they spoke incomprehensible words, Ifomed clearly knew what they meant.
It seems that he has been in the main material plane for some time at this time.
The northernmost lighthouse is a small town called Kanaya, where the Knights of Slow Night are stationed.
The Infinite Lowlands is a large swampy wetland located in the middle of the Western Continent on the main material plane, where almost all famous arcane mages live.
The quiet place where the moon never sets is the domain of the druid.
And the indestructible city is naturally the royal capital of the Vidoka Kingdom where they are located, the holy city of Matim.
The final prayer of the believers is for these four hostile forces that pose the greatest threat to be wiped out.
"I grant your request," he said.
As Solena said, he must promise.
In order to change his final status, in order to truly become the great demon named Ifomit.
The believers lay staggering on the ground. Mental energy has been exhausted.
Even so, they were still grateful.
Ifomie raised his hand.
He disappeared from the black stone throne.
The dream disappeared before his eyes.
His eyes were replaced by a pale blue creeping light and shadow.
Until the next dream appears.
…
…
This dream...
The strong wind howled in Ifomie's ears.
He flew over the smoking ruins of Matim.
The ruins of once towering towers, ornate palaces, splendid fountains, gardens, and squares.
He felt his heart pounding. A demon's heart shouldn't be pounding like this.
He was about to tell Solena the wonderful news. A really good news.
"Solena. I succeeded. The last one, I'm done. I'm about to have the power of the Hand of Destruction they prayed for. I can become stronger. No one can play tricks on us anymore. We're going to play tricks on them. "
He wanted to say this, and then he wanted to hear Solena say with a smile——
For example: "You're awesome. Asmodeus."
"So good, so good. Asmodeus."
"We can finally leave here, Asmodeus. Where are we going? What a coincidence, I happened to have already thought about it..."
It doesn't matter what she says.
What matters is that she will laugh.
Thinking about it, a volcano appeared at the feet of Ifomie.
That was the lair they had carefully managed for many years in the main material plane.
He skillfully slipped into a hidden gap. With a slight turn, the deep and deep cave opened before his eyes.
He felt his heart pounding.
At the same time he saw——
The harpy's cave awaited him deep inside.
Not one, but many.
Hearing the sound, the goblins all turned their heads and stared at him.
He scanned their faces and found none that belonged to him.
The harpies were unusually silent.
Harpies are never so silent.
A dozen pairs of narrow eyes looked at him meaningfully.
"Where's Solena?" He finally couldn't help but ask.
"died."
An earthy-colored harpy said casually - he had seen her before, and she was an elder of the harpy harpy.
My heart, which had been pounding just a moment ago, stopped beating.
"She went to the fiery cliffs of hell to steal your name. It was a good prank... We should really give her an award."
Another harpy interrupted, and then she seemed to remember something and said:
"Oh, I forgot. She can't get the award. She's dead."
All the harpies started laughing loudly at the same time as they agreed.
