Grelas, the god of the abomination of plagues.

The evil goddess who was once active in the main material plane of the continent of Karadimos, with abomination and plague as her priesthood, has set off several plagues in many kingdoms, so that in a short period of time, she has been promoted to an evil god with weak divine power.

But how could such a terrible plague spread unscrupulously without provoking other gods.

When a powerful god discovers that a plague has spread in his place of faith, killing hundreds of thousands of believers, the flames of the powerful god's wrath are vented.

Grace tasted the bitterness, in that god turmoil, her strength fell directly from the weak divine power to the current weak divine power, and she almost couldn't even keep her godhead, and finally escaped from the main material plane and lurked in the bottomless abyss.

Since then, Grace has cherished her life unusually much, and even if there are believers who ask for help, she will find out the specific news in advance, such as the Stoke Kingdom this time, a country that is rarely visited by gods, and those human souls are like fat food, attracting her attention.

Temple of Power? Temple of Wealth?

Sorry, there are no traces of the gods behind them in this human kingdom, and Grelath knows the power of those two gods, so in response to the prayers of the believers, the plague suddenly arises.

The initial stage was very smooth, devouring the delicious souls of many humans, generating countless longing for hatred, until the emergence of Valoran Territory, a legendary force of mankind, not only chose the source of the plague to disappear into the territory, but also researched a cure for the plague, saving countless refugees.

Gerras was annoyed by this, and just as she was about to resurrect a new plague, she was approached by a few of the same little creatures in the Abyss, hoping to cooperate with each other to find out what was behind this legendary power of humanity, and most importantly, she heard of the appearance of an artifact.

Cooperation with demons and devils cannot be trusted.

But Grelath desperately needs an artifact to repair the natal artifact she had damaged during the turmoil.

[Shadow Realm Inverted Skydrop]!

The door of sorrow, filled with smoke and snow, lost its color, and only black and white intertwined filled the field of vision, staining all buildings and things.

Modrian looked up at the sky, the night was completely dark, dotted with stars twinkling with a dim blue light, a familiar feeling, the realm of shadows.

"So, am I being targeted?" The deep pupils reflected the gargoyle hanging high in the night.

Shadow Face Scripps, the Devil Lord of the Third Abyss: The Wasteland Abyss, founded a temple-like evil church in the name of spreading shadows.

"And, Nightmare Nightmare Krichens, who watched over Lakstark Fortress!" A cold smile bloomed on Mordrian's face when he saw the figure of the Night Ghost Woman quietly emerging behind Graceas: In the Jackal War, the demon lord who tried to open the abyss passage sealed in the fortress.

Night Ghost Woman, a demon race active in the thirteenth layer of the Abyss: the Abyss of Fear.

The mysterious and cunning Night Ghost Woman is passionate about subverting and destroying. It wants to see everything positive turn negative: love turns into trouble, kindness turns into hatred, passion turns into indifference, generosity turns into selfishness. These processes of corruption by mortals are just the right thing to bring endless happiness to the Night Ghost Woman.

Humans and humanoids, in particular, are extremely beloved by the Night Ghost Woman, who will straddle them while they sleep and invade their dreams, injecting fear and doubt into the minds of their victims, causing them to wake up and act evilly.

The Night Ghost Woman then continued her nightly visits until the victim died of exhaustion in her sleep. If the Night Ghost succeeds in getting its victim to commit an evil deed, it will put the fallen soul of the other person into its soul bag and bring it back to its own place to enjoy.

"You have destroyed my followers and devoured their souls, which has kept my soul bag unfilled." Nightmare Nightmare Clitschs let out a hoarse and strange voice, and her deep purple eyes looked at the powerful human soul in front of her, revealing a look of extreme longing.

"So, I'm here to collect your ......." Krichens sniffed deeply at the air in front of him: ".. Not.. Delicious soul to satisfy my tastes. The python-like black hair tied up at his shoulders danced gently, as if guided by it, tightly locking on to Modrian and the others.

Modrian clapped his hands and made a crisp 'pop' sound, and his calm face was without fear: "Very wonderful trap!" ”

He couldn't help but admire the traps set up by these old fellows who had lived countless years, using the plague realm as a cover and the abyssal passage as a bait to lure them in.

Very successful, quite successful, if he hadn't brought such a hero, he would have completely tricked everyone in Valoran's territory.

Unfortunately, after what happened to Limentanlu, he cherished his life and cherished the life that he had finally reborn and gained systematically.

"So, is there anyone else besides you?" Modrian took a few steps forward and said slowly, "It's not enough to want my life if it's just a few of you. ”

The indifferent words fell, making the scene quiet for a while, and the epic mythology-level lineup composed of devils, demons and evil gods was not terrifying enough in front of this human lord.

"Hehe, I admire your courage, human lord." Grelath let out a mocking chuckle, and the red mycelium behind her filled the void, ready to attack. "I also hope that you will have the courage to speak like that."

"Moving ......."

"Let's do it!" Modrian suddenly spoke, and then immediately took a few steps back, standing at a safe distance, he didn't want to participate in a battle above the legend, especially since these guys in front of him were not simple legendary characters.

Maybe the aftermath of the battle will allow him to resist it with all his might, right?! And he doesn't want to be a burden to his heroes, at least keep a safe distance so they can play to their heart's content.

"It's time for the War of Shadows to end!"

In the realm of shadows that eroded space, the figure of Doom stepped out from behind Modrian, and he looked at Shadow Face Scripps with unfurled black wings, the red pupils under his visor glittering with blood.

Time is a little short, and the legendary power that was once out of reach is now within reach, and then the moment of destiny has arrived.

Dedraxa's twilight blade clenched his right hand, turning into a shadow that melted directly into the realm of shadows.

At the same time, the cyan face of Scripps suspended in the sky flashed with hunger and thirst, the kind of power similar to the shadow, but with a slightly different power, which he had long coveted, and how could the devil lord with the title of [Shadow Face] allow mortals to be different from him, now..... It's time to harvest the fruit.

[Abyss: Shadow Tentacles]!

With an eerie and mysterious sound, Scripps' pitch-black wings melted into the Shadow Realm, and a shadow flame flickered and burst forward, like cuttlefish tentacles, and in an instant, it filled the surrounding area, and then his figure also escaped into the Shadow Realm.

"Leave it to me over there!"

Svein laughed softly and stopped Kenan and Zhao Xin's steps: "You are responsible for protecting the lord. Then he limped towards Nightmare Nightmare Clitsyns with his black cane, and the lava-like demon's left hand was lifted from under the black hem.

"It's going to be over soon! My inner demon has long been longing for a companion! ”

A dense black-and-red mist rose up behind Svein, and ravens were infested with it, and the appearance of Krichens's appearance was reflected in his crazy eyes at the same time, as if he was marking, as if he was expecting.

"The big guy should fight the big guy, huh...... God, I want to see who's stronger! Galio stood up with his massive body, his stone-carved eyes staring at Grelath not far away, his golden wings stirring up to form a clearly visible milky white airflow.

[Righteous Strike]!

[Righteous Strike: Galio rushes forward with a strong air current, dealing massive magical damage to enemies.] If a power crushing effect is formed, it will knock enemy targets into the air. Galio will stop when hitting an enemy hero or terrain. 】

The heavy and massive soles of his feet swayed, crushing the black and white floor, and Galio's face showed an eager desire to fight, which was the meaning of his existence.

Galio doesn't know why Life chose him, but he is grateful and determined to repay everyone behind him with his protection.

"This battle will go down forever!"