"In this forgotten land, where the gods have been forgotten by humans for too long, faith has collapsed, the gods are no longer noble, death is no longer fearful, and we have to let them find their place. ”

"They need to fear the gods!"

Standing high on a volcano, Morbius looked down at the earth, his hands outstretched, as if reciting sacred scriptures, and uttered strange cries.

The voice was mighty and spread far and wide.

It's like a call from outside the sky.

Styx's extradition envoy Zal, full of silver hair, frowning at each other amid the flying volcanic dust.

"What does this have to do with you asking me to cooperate?"

His eyes were dark brown, like two crystals, shining with a sacred and eerie light.

"Of course it matters, the gods of the sacred land need to surrender and faith, and we need the undead and awe, each according to his needs, and the same is true of the underworld, this forgotten land, although it is not big, there are countless sheep waiting to be harvested, what a wonderful place. ”

"However, the cunning and arrogant angel does not belong to the same camp as us after all, and even if we cooperate temporarily now, we will bite back under the banner of light in the future, so I need your help. The great god of death has decreed to me that the king of Hades has disappeared in the underworld, since she has sent you to the netherworld, you should be able to contact her by special means, and I hope that my noble ally, Mr. Zal, can convey the meaning of my lord to the great Lord of Hades. ”

"In the future, death will cover the earth, and the spirits of the dead will spread all over the kingdom, looking forward to the coming of the gods of the abyss!"

"Hehe, that's good, that's good. ”

But as soon as the other party was silent, the silver-haired man, the Styx extradition envoy, suddenly clapped his hands and laughed.

It's just a little more banter in the smile.

"Morbius, your idea is very good, but don't forget, this is the ancient battlefield of the ancient gods, the forbidden place in the records of the abyss, and the heavens and worlds are involved, and we are just one of them, in which the water is deep, and the gods of the heavens are waiting for the time to come again. At this time, it's okay to make a small fight, but if it is big, it can't be said to be a cause for death. ”

"It's like the East!"

He narrowed his eyes, as if he had a deep meaning.

"What about the East?"

Morbius's icy voice was questioning.

"You should have heard about what happened in the East half a year ago, several Nether Beings were killed by their gods for provoking a native religion. ”

"So what, if it weren't for the fact that the Nether Realm and others were suppressed by this heaven and earth, a small indigenous god would be able to stir up some waves. ”

"But you probably haven't heard that the other Nether Realms who provoked the Eastern Earth Religion at that time have all disappeared. ”

"You mean to say?"

There was finally more movement in Morbius's cold voice.

"They were all killed by the native god of the East!"

Styx's extradition envoy Zar said word by word.

With that, he laughed, as if he had a bad taste for the feeling of shocking the dead skeleton.

"This is the news I got from an elf living in a large forest on another continent. The elves are the children of the goddess of nature, and they have no quarrel with the world, so what she said should be right. ”

Zal said with a smile, pleased with Morbius' silent stance.

"Hmph, Zal, what's the use of you telling me this, just to scare me. ”

Finally, a cold snort came from the black robe of Mobius's black hole.

"Morbius, it's not that I'm scaring you, I'm trying to say that I won't participate in this troubled water trip between you and the angels. ”

Zal smiled even brighter, and his extremely handsome face was about to give birth to flowers.

As he spoke, he waved his hand and turned around.

"If you also meet a killer like the native god in the east in this place, there will be no place to cry when the time comes. ”

He laughed, and his body dissipated like the wind in the volcanic dusty air.

"Cowards of the Underworld. ”

Morbius watched Zal leave, and said to himself in the black robe of the black hole:

"I, Mobius, a warrior loyal to the Great Grim Reaper, have never feared death, and no one can kill me. ”

Another puff of volcanic dust was blown up, and in the haze, the black robe was gone.

The volcanic lake of Flonnas is only filled with the sound of boiling lava.

And the two gods who came down from the abyss world, it is estimated that none of them could have imagined that the Eastern Heavenly God in their mouth, who had killed many people in the lower realm, was already single and ran across the mountains and seas to the west.

And at this time, the "Eastern Celestial" was sitting in a small town square in the fortress of the front of the undead, watching TV.

In this exotic town in the Middle East, there is a large square with a big screen in the square.

A lot of people are watching.

The large screen scrolled with footage of the fierce battles between the Holy Legions, mages, Templars and the undead in the West, as well as various news interviews from the front lines.

In the picture, people show fanatical worship, faith and cheering for the Western Holy Legion, which represents God and Allah.

Outside the picture, the same is true of the civilians in the town square on the square, all kinds of cheers, kneeling, amen.

Jiang Xiaobai was incompatible with these civilians in the town, sitting in a remote corner in the distance, quietly learning about the war of the undead.

It is known that there are a total of eleven front-line fortresses against the undead, arranged in a line, across this country.

Looking at the overwhelming attack of the undead army in the picture, Jiang Xiaobai was really shocked.

He had never seen such a scene, and in addition to the shock, he also deeply lamented the powerlessness of ordinary people under the vastness of the world, like animals in captivity.

Who is the driving force behind this?

Jiang Xiaobai's thinking level is naturally deeper.

He looked at the picture, the battle between the Western Holy Legion and the undead was very fierce, and it didn't seem to be a fraud, they were all resisting.

And the bard named Friggs said that the angels did not want to destroy the undead, but only wanted to restore the divine power through the undead.

This made him think deeper.

Is the angel cheating, or is the devil roaring?

However, Jiang Xiaobai found that in these pictures, the contribution to the human army is particularly rare.

What's even more unexpected is that in the picture, he heard the news of the girl who seems to be Hatsune.

A team of oriental cultivators who were generous and glorious on the front line of the War of the Dead saved many people and were liked by many people.

Jiang Xiaobai heard cheers in the square.

Among them, there is one named Baiyin.

Baiyin, Jiang Xiaobai's white, Hatsune's sound.

Jiang Xiaobai thought so, guessing that it should be Hatsune's girl.

"This girl is bolder than she thinks. Jiang Xiaobai knew that his apprentice had become a "celebrity" and a "warrior of the East" on this battlefield.

"Pretty good. ”

He smiled at the end, impressed.

This girl is not as delicate as she imagined!