Adidas 43

  The battle didn't last long, and soon a crowd was gathered in the nearby town, listening to Witch Dulan's words.

  "I saw Lord Oslo communicating with a demon through mirror magic, they've been in cahoots for some time!"

  "It's like that... it's even more troublesome." Okurus pondered for a moment, then said to the solemn-faced crowd: "In that case, I'll try using magic tomorrow morning to inform the upper echelons of the witches' conference and see if we can get some assistance..."

  Listening to a group of people discussing in the distance, Penny Sien stood quietly in the village, thinking about some things.

  The sudden appearance of the red robe, the demonic church within Sel's borders, Jian Hua's ambiguous attitude, and the rumors at home all connected the previously vague clues together. He suddenly felt that he was getting closer to his goal.

  Connecting these clues and thinking about it, Penn suddenly had a chilling feeling. He suddenly realized that the investigation had reached this point, and it was no longer necessary to continue. Knowing more things would not do him any good.

  Then staying in Laisemann would be meaningless, as a Sair person, not making trouble for the enemy country is already considered having a conscience, he has no interest in meddling in other people's business to help Laisemann quell the civil war.

  He walked out of the hut, looked around the village, and caught a glimpse of the mouse 'Beren' peeking out from the shadows in the grass, with a few threads of doubt in his mind.

  He had just discovered that this mouse didn't seem very obedient.

  To be exact, most of the time they don't listen. For example, no magical pet would bite its own master back.

  Because no stable contract was signed, Panni and the mouse established a connection in their souls and could communicate like ordinary people, but unlike the usual spellcaster's familiar, this mouse had the ability to refuse him and seemed to have no interest in the contract he offered.

  As for usual behavior, it is even more so with Penny's love being ignored.

  Pannie also discovered that the mouse's ability was far more than what Qixi described, for example, its behavior just now was an attempt to enter the shadow plane through its own shadow, and this ability was something Pannie didn't notice at first.

  In other words, this Imasuka high-tech product, the magical mouse, still has many untapped abilities - perhaps even its creator, the ingenious engineer, is unaware of them.

  After more than 4,000 years of cultivation, the ability of this 'weapon' has probably exceeded the plan of the Qigong master. Moreover, with high intelligence comparable to that of humans - just the soul core given by Penny is equivalent to three standard humans, although it cannot be inferred how much wisdom such a large soul can produce in this mouse brain, but from Penny's observation over the past few days, this old mouse is so clever that it's scary, and understanding human language is nothing.

  Penny held the mouse up to her face, examining it from left and right. The mouse felt warmth beneath it and began to doze off on Penny's palm. Penny muttered to herself: "Your soul comes from me, so what should I call you? Son? Right, but I still don't know if you're male or female..."

  He muttered to himself, holding the mouse upright, trying to expose its underside to his own eyes. The little creature suddenly woke up with a shrill 'squeak', scratching at Penny's paw and almost tearing his palm apart. Penny let out a pained hiss, looking down to see Beren leap downwards into the shadows, disappearing from view, the other end of the soul chain fading away as well.

  It has entered another dimension.

  Penny indignantly made a series of summoning calls through the soul, but was continuously rejected, leaving him somewhat dazed. Did it just run away like that?

  If something big happens and Penny can't handle it herself, she'll have to rely on this mouse brother.

  "I still don't know whether it's male or female?" Panni muttered after a moment of stunned silence.

  He was troubled for half a day and finally thought of just this one question.

  ……

  The mouse, after a mysterious transformation, completed its first inter-planar travel since awakening and arrived at a black, white, and gray shadow plane. The mouse's eyes saw the surroundings were gloomy and lifeless, and a feeling of discontent suddenly arose in its mind. It lowered its head to look at its own shadow, hesitated for a moment, and continued to dig downwards, arriving at another place.

  Its four paws stepped on the silver-white void, feeling that the stagnant state of time and space around it had fallen into confusion, because it discovered that at the moment it entered here, the spiritual connection between it and that person suddenly faded a lot.

  In its understanding, Panni, who is connected to its soul, is the best relative. This implication is the foundation of its soul, so this idea of it will never be shaken - unless its soul is destroyed.

  So it is very worried, in its view, weak and small Penny can't leave its protection.

  In some sense, this idea is not wrong either.

  In terms of combat power alone, Pan Ni's horse can't even catch up to this demon mouse, and its divine ability to fly through the sky and escape is now far from comparable.

  However, the mouse gloomily discovered that it couldn't find its own shadow in this dimension - where was the shadow that allowed it to traverse dimensions amidst the silver-white light filling its field of vision?

  Moreover, even if there are shadows that allow it to shuttle back and forth, it is unable to control this instinctive ability well and return to the main material surface.

  Suddenly, a spiral pipe appeared on the side. It observed for a while and felt that this pipe seemed to have some similarity with the offset feeling when it passed through the shadow, so it stuck its head in and disappeared into the pipe in an instant.

  Bailen didn't know that it had accidentally arrived at the legendary Star Boundary, nor did he know that it had entered the dimensional tube connecting to other dimensions. Of course, he wouldn't know either, which region of the multiverse this dimensional tube would send him to...

  ……

  In the outer realm of Phlegethon, there is a region where no being knows how deep it is, for even gods who penetrate to a certain depth will go mad and fall due to the chaotic power contained within. The things that exist in its depths are even less likely to leave their dwelling place - for them, the power of order is equally fatal.

  Therefore, the specific number of layers in this region is unknown, so people can only reverently call it - Bottomless Abyss.

  Many classics depict the twin snakes representing the order of the multiverse, the suffering lady representing the absolute neutrality of the multiverse, and this endless abyss is the source of chaos in the multiverse.

  The most fearsome demonic races in the multiverse reside here, where deception and destruction are their eternal passions. The only factor that maintains a semblance of order among them is the naked law of the jungle, where various demon lords control their subordinates through violence and soul magic, waging war against each other. Every second, every minute, battles rage incessantly within the abyss, including internal strife and wars with the outside world - such as the infamous Blood War.

  In fact, it is unreasonable to label the abyss with layers, because the structure of the abyss is not simply layered, but a combination of many different structures, more like a multi-dimensional sphere with chaos as its core.

  Those labeled layers of the Abyss are mostly creations and speculations from the observers of Sigil and some planar travelers, and to a certain extent, these labels can reflect the chaotic degree of each layer of the Abyss. As time passed, they have become common knowledge, such as the infamous demon lord Demogorgon, whose residence in the Salt Marshes is labeled as the 88th layer.

  Relatively speaking, the layers closer to the outer rim of the Abyssal Plateau are more prosperous due to their proximity to 'order'. The inhabitants are no longer limited to chaotic creatures, and some ambitious merchants who seek to make a fortune in the bloody wars also come and go. Some non-demonic creatures also hide in these layers for various reasons.

  In the 14th layer of the Abyss, next to the Steam Mire, there is a plane called the "Pale Forest", where a once-powerful demon named Amodylakras resides. He insists on being called "The Great Lakras" as he was once a great Balor, while other demons usually call him "Adi". Every time he hears this name, he becomes very dissatisfied and wants to show off his power to intimidate these disrespectful bastards, but when he raises his withered claw with only three fingers, he will give the opponent a courtesy after careful consideration.

  "This is magnanimous generosity from the great Lakras."

  The devil's nature always appears at the right time, and the cunning demon Ady thought to himself with self-deception: "I used to be the powerful Ba Luo Mo, such trash, I once ate N of them for a meal!"

  Now, this little sly devil Adi is in his tower residence, with a ridiculous four-foot-tall body holding a seven-foot-long mop, struggling to wipe the floor. In his opinion, cleaning his own home is a elegant and daily necessary task.

  As a former Barolo devil, I must maintain my demeanor, my demeanor!

  He always thinks so.

  At this point in his work, which had been going on for thousands and hundreds of days, a furious roar burst out from the central hall of the tower, with its spearhead pointing directly at him:

  "Damn it, Adi! Come over here quickly! You've overcooked my poppy seeds!"

  In Adi's heart, if there was no such shouting guy in his own tower, his dignity as the 'former Barlow' would be more secure.

  But now he could only put down the broom, dash over with a thud, and put on his most humble and flattering smile. This smile looked particularly ugly on the face of this low-ranking demon, but it believed that the heart-stealing mage in the hall would appreciate its charm: "Master, what are your orders?"

  "I said! You've overcooked my poppy porridge!" The infuriated sorcerer, Smos Parn, poured a pot of sticky ** on the cunning mage's face while kicking Adi's body with his foot: "Can't you idiot just let me have a good mood for once?"

  Due to some recent events, the four-armed freakish wizard is extremely displeased. This heart-stealing demon, who was expelled for violating racial laws, has made no progress in his arcane research... a stagnation that has lasted for forty years.

  The cunning demon Adi howled in pain: "Sorry, sorry, my great master! Your most loyal servant knows his mistake now! He will absolutely never make the same mistake again!"

  "This is already the one thousand and eighty-fourth time you've said something like that." The extremely displeased Devious Demon glared fiercely at the tiny Cunning Devil, its eyes filled with danger. Its four tentacles quivered in the wind: "I warned you last time, if you make another mistake, I'll eat your brains!"

  Adi immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Master, a servant as clever, agile, intelligent... err... once great as Lakras, you won't find another one even if you search the depths of the underworld! Killing me would not only be a waste of resources, but also a waste of effort!"

  "Great once? Ha! You're the stupid Balrog who was demoted by a few lower-ranking devils with just words, right? The greatest shame of the Saltwater Swamp? Hahaha! You should be grateful that your original colleagues can't find me here, you big idiot!" The Heart-stealing Magician let out a sharp laugh, seemingly finding a sense of superiority in Adi, and his mood seemed to have improved a lot: "Forget it, I'll spare you this time. Next time, I'll definitely suck out your brain, for sure!"

  Adi got up, wiped the sweat with a smile, and was secretly delighted. If things went on like this, in a few more days, he could deliberately cook another bowl of porridge to disgust that damned fool again. As for "must"? When has this word ever been counted in the dictionary of chaotic creatures?

  He was lost in the joy of teasing the heart-stealing magician once again, and soon forgot the double pain his body and dignity had suffered. He hummed a tune as he left the hall, continuing to sweep: "When will this damned foolish master finally kick the bucket?"

  This is the greatest wish of the former great Barlow now.

  "Master, master, just die quickly!" He muttered curses, suddenly seeing the Heart Demon rushing over like a gust of wind, his heart filled with fear, and he hastily shut his mouth.

  "Damn it! We have another guest, look, who triggered my dimensional trap again!" The Heart Demon entered the hall, Adi shrugged his shoulders boredly, knowing this wizard's hobby - in the multiverse, various garbage usually floats around, especially in the starry sky, as the tomb of the gods, often some valuable objects fall through the pipe to other planes, some spellcasters who are proficient in time and space research set up magical mechanisms at home to capture this kind of garbage, if they have good luck, they can often find valuable items - if there happens to be some divine nature inside, that's a big fortune.

  Of course, in order to prevent falling into the kind of terrifying monsters like the divine fetus or semi-divine mummy, the opening of this mechanism will not be too large.

  The heart-stealing sorcerer Smos Paern is just such a dimensional garbage collector, and now he's got another haul.

  "A huge whale's crap, it must be a huge crap!" At this time, it was again the "Great Rakurasu" entertainment time - he always guessed that the Heart Demon had encountered something, and the different results determined his mood.

  One time, the mischievous imp picked up Giselle's old underwear and the cunning imp secretly held his belly and laughed crazily for three days.

  Another time, Heart Devil picked up a pretty good magic ring, and Sly Devil didn't eat for three whole days because of it.

  After a while, the cunning demon heard his master's flustered voice:

  "What the heck is this thing? A rat? Oh, the will of the abyss tells me, how can there be such a weird-looking rat in the multiverse?!"