Then, regardless of what the Desire Demon asked, Lynch always maintained a quiet demeanor, reading his book. Eryies didn't know what kind of abilities the mage had, 'Maybe he's planning to hijack someone else's ship for the journey'—the Desire Demon thought to herself. In the following days, she stayed near the mage, looking for easy targets.

The boats had been docked along the Nether River's banks for almost half a month, filling the river's surface until there was hardly any space left. Those oddly shaped, iron transportation tools blocked the Nether River like a dam. However, with just one order from the leader of the Refining Demon, the flood of bloodshed would come rushing down.

Lynch closed his magic book. After half a month of contemplation, he gradually perfected his plan along the way, and it was time to act. That night, numerous lightning bolts descended upon the new barracks, the loud thunderous noise could wake the dead from slumber. Many small devils were literally frightened to death by the deafening explosions, and the surviving ones all trembled in the flashes.

Lynch infused different magic power into the twelve gemstones, giving them an opposing force to the surrounding environment. For the Bator World, goodness and chaos were its opposites, and such things would be mercilessly rejected by this world. Lynch was exploiting this kind of discordant repulsion.

He planned to create a magic ship that could carry him through all the outer planes, so he needed power from beyond these worlds. The flight mode of the All-Knowing Tower greatly inspired the mage, and through constant experimentation with the soil along the way, Lynch acquired all the necessary knowledge to construct this ship.

The next day, the regular demon troops came to inspect, wanting to figure out what had happened. In theory, they wouldn't care about the life or death of these cannon fodder, but the loud sounds could potentially expose the army's advance routes. After a full day of investigation, they found nothing, and there were no clues found on the corpses. The devils left the camp with doubts, while the mage was testing his new vessel with Eryies.

It was an inconspicuous little boat, capable of carrying four or five people at most, looking like any amount of wind and waves could capsize it. The design and decoration of the boat were also unremarkable, resembling a shoddy handmade product by an imp, blending unnoticed among the larger boats. However, only those on board could sense the extraordinary nature of this ship.

As soon as the Desire Demon jumped onto the boat, she felt as if she had suddenly been transported to another world. All the climate characteristics of Bator Hell—heat, dryness, and the endless red world—disappeared. On the boat, the cool, moist air even carried a faint grassy aroma. She searched around in surprise but found nothing suspicious on this medium-sized canoe.

The boat was also exceptionally stable, as if it were stranded on a beach, not swaying at all in the turbulent waters of the Nether River. For a moment, the Desire Demon thought Lynch had created a flying boat, unaffected by the waves. But indeed, this boat was anchored in the river, not floating in the air.

Lynch stood at the center of the boat, closed his eyes, and stretched his arms comfortably. He finally accomplished a spell that no one had ever completed before, a magic entirely of his own creation. All mages strive to adapt to the worlds they reach, making "Plane Synchronization" their first choice. Because of this, mages are slowly affected by the worlds they inhabit, allowing good or evil to seep into their souls. Lynch did the complete opposite, using elemental power to invert the planar traits of a piece of space, and synthesized his favorite environment—the forest atmosphere of the Elf Kingdom within the confines of this boat.

No matter which world he traveled to, the environment within this ship would remain unchanged. The mage no longer had to endure the harsh climate outside; he now possessed a comfortable personal world.

Such actions would inevitably draw attention. Even if the devils couldn't find any clues, someone was always keeping an eye on Lynch's actions. The black-robed figure had been among the devils' army for an unknown amount of time, and in his mind, the only spellcaster capable of such conspicuous magical effects could only be that red-robed mage.

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