That's what it is...... The Devil's City?

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

But the scene in front of me was very different from the mirage that the Mutual Aid Society had seen.

At least he looked around and couldn't find the most conspicuous core tower, the giant obelisk that the Tachira Witch said was made from the veins of divine stones, which could grow and create red mist on its own.

After all, there are so many towers here.

And some still stand on the cliff wall, most of the tower body is cantilevered outward, as if a pavilion in the air.

How did they come to be built with such a magnificent complex?

And since this city is not the one they see, where will it be?

Or is it located more remotely...... For example, the continent where the devil was rumored to have been born?

At this moment, Roland noticed that there seemed to be a flickering fire below the ring pit, close to the surface of the Red Mist Lake.

Unlike the crystal clear fog, it seemed to be a flame burning in its natural state.

This surprised him a little, since the red mist could burn, it was only natural that open flames should be forbidden in the devil's city.

Intrigued, he decided to go down to the bottom of the pit to have a look—according to the architectural style of the cavity in the cliff face, there should be a ladder or hanging basket nearby.

But before he could walk a hundred meters, Roland suddenly stopped suddenly, and at the same time, his muscles tensed!

Around the corner, a group of devils came out!

Judging by the appearance, they should all be mad demons, covered in bone armor, holding short spears in their hands, and the two leading ones are wearing gloves, and their burly bodies almost block half of his path.

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

Wait, how could there be a living creature in a memory fragment?

He had never seen a single Inquisitor or Church priest when he wandered around his Hermes Cathedral!

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

Escape?

He'd seen the power and precision of the madman's spear, and giving up his back to his enemies was undoubtedly his own death.

Rush up and flip them?

The power of the dream world is still running in his body, and at this moment his skills are far beyond ordinary people, but compared to these murderous monsters, his combat skills are basically still at the level of fighting, one-on-one may be possible, one person fights with six mad demons? He felt that the chances of winning were very small, especially the leading Iron Hand Devil, whose powerful electric shock ability was definitely the nemesis of melee combatants.

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

The devil did not seem to notice the presence of the uninvited guest, but walked past him without even the slightest pause.

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

Fingers passed through its epidermis, but no touch came from the fingertips, as if they were touching an apparition.

Originally...... Is that so?

He withdrew his hand thoughtfully, leaning over and pressing it to the ground.

This time, the palm of his hand clearly felt a touch of dampness from the black soil eroded by the red mist.

Roland had an answer in his mind.

It seems that the will to resist of the Devoured not only determines the extent of the memory fragments, but also affects the objects displayed in the scene, which obviously holds a lot more than the content left by Jero.

If he thought about it along this line, he couldn't help but have two new doubts in his mind.

One is the samurai of the Church who deliberately sacrificed their lives to feed Jieluo, and how rich their memories can be. Is it possible to talk to the dead after going in?

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

Thinking of this, he suddenly had the urge to go back and hang up the little guy in the house and spank his ass.

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

......

As he had imagined, the edge of the circular cliff had many ramps and stone stairs leading to the bottom of the pit, and some of them were so wide that they were not inferior to the main roads of Neverwinter.

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

Even if the upper part of the Great Snow Mountain in the Western Realm is flattened, I'm afraid it will be nothing more than that. Standing halfway up the slope, he couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance, as if the heavens and the earth were far away from him, leaving only the turbulent and churning pillars of fog and the cantilevered stone towers looming in the fog.

It's hard to imagine that this sinkhole was formed naturally.

What's even more incredible is that the devil has transformed this place into his permanent residence.

How many hundred years will it take to dig a pit passage large enough for horse-drawn carriages to pass through and pave it with a layer of hard black glitter?

If the devil's skill level and social organization are measured in this way, it can be regarded as an extremely difficult enemy no matter how you look at it.

There is no chance that humanity will win by chance, and if they want to win the battle of divine will, the four kingdoms must go all out.

As he moved closer to the firelight, Roland noticed that the demons on the road were becoming more and more dense.

Not all of them were armed, most of them wore animal skins or cloth robes, and their appearance and size were so varied that it was hard to imagine that they were the same species.

Pasha's intel also mentions that the Federation has captured some deformed demons with no magical power and lower combat power, but it is not clear whether they are a type of devil or a vassal race enslaved by the devil.

However, Roland did not find the existence of superior demons similar to Overseers in his surroundings, and their actions seemed to be completely spontaneous, which meant that the answer should be the former.

This separation seems to be more complete than that of witches, not only in terms of ability, but also in form.

It's just that it's not clear whether they are born the same or are they born separately and never change.

Does the devil divide male and female?

Or is it that their reproduction is completely different from that of humans, and it is impossible to generalize?

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

He discovered that the source of the fire was actually a raging bonfire—only to see a suspended stone bridge jutting out of the side of the rock wall, connected to a circular island in the Red Mist Lake.

Although it is an island, there is no support underneath, and it seems to have been picked up directly by a slender stone bridge, so you can't help but worry that it might fall. Bonfires are erected around the island, and when the fog pillar rises, bright flame tips will suddenly appear above the flames, as if echoing the roar of the foggy lake, sometimes even more than ten meters high, which is why Roland can notice the flickering below at the top of the cliff.

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

Tens of thousands, if not thousands, of the devils gathered in the vicinity, and they densely occupied all the ramps, platforms, and caves on the rock wall, and all kinds of pennants waved up and down with the changing winds, and the roars and cries of unknown meaning almost overshadowed the roar of the air currents at the bottom of the cave.

Roland couldn't help but blink.

The devil this is in ...... Hold a ceremony?