I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Chapter 1670 - 919: Return to the Abyss_2

Lis looked at Hanna and the others, smiling as he said:"These few rings should be enough to protect yourselves."

"If I want them back in the future, I will contact you, Hanna, my contractor."

"Try to live longer."

The reason Lis took out these three rings was also due to his own considerations.

After all, for Lis, Hanna is the positioning point he left in this small world.

Only through Hanna can Lis leave the Endless Abyss and come to the Material World.

Otherwise, even if Lis achieves Legend status, it would be challenging to leave the Endless Abyss.

There’s a chance that Lis might need to come to this small world in the future to exchange resources with his true form.

So, Hanna’s normal growth is still very important to Lis.

On the other hand, the three rings Lis gave are decent, but not treasures.

These are magic equipment made by his true form, using quite good materials.

In the Gaia Main World, they are considered good things, and in the small world, they are even more rare.

With these magic rings and Theodore, there should not be any major issues.

"I will arrange everything on the Morlock Temple side, so you don’t need to worry about anything."

"If I need to come back, I will contact you again, Hanna."

Lis nodded to Hanna and Theodore, then decisively and cleanly left.

After Lis left, Hanna seemed a bit lost.

After a long time, Hanna silently spoke two words.

"Thank you!"

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Endless Abyss, 106th layer, Desolate Flame Capital,

This demon city, imbued with Abyss Power, still stands amid the endless intertwining of darkness and heat as ever, without any change.

Its outline appears particularly twisted and grotesque, as if it’s the Gate of Hell materialized in reality, emitting a nerve-racking aura.

The hot atmosphere in the city flows like tangible matter; every breath feels like swallowing fire, causing pain in the throat and unnatural redness on the skin due to the high temperature.

In the streets, demons either form groups or wander alone, with eyes glinting greed, fierceness, and cunning.

Demons occasionally engage in abrupt fights over disagreements, trivial items, or verbal conflicts.

Punches collide, flames soar; every clash is accompanied by deafening booms and sparks flying everywhere.

The surrounding demons, far from showing any panic or fear, gather around like witnessing a grand spectacle, cheering excitedly.

Some demons seize the opportunity to set up gambling, betting on which side will triumph in the brawl and win trivial spoils or dignity.

Patrolling Balrog Flame Demons, massive with knotted muscles, are accustomed to such scenes.

They stride heavily through the city, eyes sharp, scanning every corner to ensure no demon dares to disrupt the city’s order.

However, concerning demon brawls, unless they affect city buildings or trigger widespread chaos, they won’t intervene.

To them, these brawls are merely a way for demons to release excess energy and display their strength, a normal phenomenon in the Desolate Flame Capital.

Contrasting sharply with the street’s clamor and chaos is the particularly quiet Central Region of the Desolate Flame Capital.

Here resides the ruler, Balrog Flame Demons.

Tall and sturdy black buildings stand here, walls made of unknown black rocks, smooth as mirror, reflecting the surrounding hot light, emitting a suppressive and mysterious aura.

Occasionally, heavily armored Balrog Flame Demons patrol through these buildings; footsteps echo in the quiet air, adding to the solemnity and majesty.

Deep in this area, there’s a black house, significantly larger than others around.

Its roof towers into the clouds, surrounded by an intense sulfur smell, almost suffocating.

From inside, crisp and forceful clanging sounds occasionally emerge, as if forging some powerful armor, igniting endless imagination.

Outside this house, several Balrog Flame Demons wait quietly.

Their figures equally imposing, yet at this moment, unusually expectant.

Eyes fixed on the closed black door, as if penetrating it to see all occurring within.

No impatience or vexation appears on their faces; eagerly, they seem to anticipate something.

Then, without warning, the house door suddenly opens with a creaky, muffled sound, standing out starkly in the tense atmosphere.

From within, emerges a figure, smaller compared to the massive, muscled Balrog Flame Demons around.

This is a Vampire!

Nevertheless, the Balrog Flame Demons show no surprise or oddity.

Their eyes fervently fixated on the Vampire, filled with greed and desire, as if he’s hiding priceless treasures.

Lis glanced at these surrounding, intense-eyed Balrog Flame Demons, mouth slightly turning up, revealing an imperceptible smile.

He gently raised his hand, casually tossing forward, a seemingly careless move imbued with inexplicable strength.

Then, two flaming black armors appeared out of nowhere in mid-air.

These armors, uniquely shaped with rigid, flowing lines, seemed carved from the hardest stone, yet exuding a metallic sheen.

Flames blazed fiercely on the armor, deep and mysterious black, jumping flames bringing extreme heat.

Even distorting the surrounding air, creating warped light and shadow.

Upon seeing these armors, all Balrog Flame Demons instantly excited.

Eyes rounded, mouths emitting low roars like beasts seeing prey.

Previously orderly, now utterly chaotic, they began fervently competing.

Without politeness, punches flew, thick arms waved, stirring gusts.

Mighty feet clashed fiercely, every attack carrying great strength.

Some Balrog Flame Demons staggered back after hits but quickly surged again.

Others fell, yet struggled to rise to continue competing.

For a moment, the scene chaotic, shouts and impacts intertwining into a fierce battle hymn.

After intense strife, two stronger Balrog Flame Demons won the armors through their formidable strength and fierce tactics.

"Joyously standing there, though covered in scars, unfeeling about pain."

Ignoring injuries, eager to wear the armors.

The moment the armors fit, their aura instantly soared, flames burned intensely on the armor, blending with their strength.

These two Balrog Flame Demons donned the new armors, swaggering to Lis, casually tossing a heap of soul coins to him.

Soul coins emitted a ghostly blue glow, tracing graceful arcs in the air.

Lis caught the soul coins, feeling the icy touch, a slight smile satisfied on his face.

Then, these two Balrog Flame Demons left with arrogant strides, displaying their spoils to others.

Other Balrog Flame Demons, watching them leave, filled with unwillingness and jealousy.

Cursing and muttering, reluctantly departed too.

Soon, the once lively venue returned to calm, leaving Lis, gazing at the soul coins.

"I didn’t expect you’re adept at this?"

Rodrick’s voice sounded in Lis’s ear.