Far away.

Yellow sand in the middle of a huge world.

Ten giant pillars reaching to the sky are standing in this boundless desert world.

On the edge of each giant pillar, a huge city stands.

And in the very center, a huge city, like an inverted mountain range, floated in the sky, leaving a huge black shadow above the endless desert.

The land of the gods, the court of the Middle Ages, the city of ascension.

The center of the sandy world.

In the center of this huge city, on a throne made of endless yellow sand, a blond young man was holding his left leg and his right elbow resting on the armrest of the throne, supporting his face to the side, staring at the endless yellow sand world:

"How many worlds have you swallowed?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the girl holding a parasol next to him.

Even though she had a smile on her face, no one would perceive it as a smile.

The expression on her face, which should have been called a slight smile, seemed to anyone to associate only a malicious description such as a smirk.

"It's three, Mr. Izyr."

The flat voice was mixed with strange noises, as if the roars of countless demons were hidden in it.

Just the sound of the voice shrouded the surroundings with malice.

The dry and flowing wind and sand all seemed to come to life, echoing her voice and smiling.

In the distance, beyond the pillars of the sky, the buildings of the sand, the ruins of the world that had been swallowed and crushed by the sand.

"Three worlds, it's already three worlds, it's almost time to ....."

As he spoke, he seemed to sense something, raised his head, looked beyond the yellow sand world, and showed a smile:

"Here we are."

Rumble!!!

With a loud bang, a huge crack burst open in the sky.

The void shattered, and shadows of the world, large and small, covered the sky.

Immediately, a giant phantom with a body covering the sky and the sun appeared.

The body is illusory and real, like a substance but like a phantom in a mirror.

It's as if that figure is a world.

A half-eagle, half-human giant in armor.

At the moment of appearance, the two mouths of the giant's head opened at the same time, spitting surging purple-black sand towards him.

"Just do it?"

"Izr" smiled and said in a loud voice:

"Desolate—"

With the sound of his call, one of the ten giant pillars, the totem pattern on it rippled.

And in the city below the giant pillar, in the city made of yellow sand, the creatures with strange shapes, as if they were cast of sand and stone, prostrate themselves in unison, and shouted towards the giant pillar that showed "miracles":

"Son of the Endless Desert, Son of Sand, Son of the Earth! Guardian of the Silent Courtyard, praise my lord, the demon god desolation! ”

The quicksand converged, and a huge dark blue claw tore through the ground and stretched out from beneath the endless desert.

With a shout filled with evil aura, it was as if the whole earth trembled.

In the next moment, with this giant hand as the center, the surrounding land dried up and shattered at an extremely fast speed, turning into gravel.

Countless quicksand splashed up, storms surged, and quicksand gathered beneath that huge arm.

Rumble!!!

Another huge arm stretched out, and the sharp claws between the fingers slammed into the ground.

With a roar, the head and body of this terrifying demon god also appeared on the earth.

Immediately, a dark blue, eagle-headed giant rose from beneath the ground, its entire body made of gravel, and its angular inverted triangular body looked immense.

The demon god of sand, desolate.

The demon god's barren eagle beak with sharp teeth opened, staring at the enemy in the sky without any emotion—

Compared to the giant that covered the sky, his body, which was only a few hundred meters tall, looked insignificant.

But it was also at this time that the quicksand of the whole earth gathered and gathered on Him, elevating His body.

The Demon God, which grew at an extremely fast speed, was barren and attacked the phantom giant in the sky in the mirror.

Rumble!!!

A violent crash sounded.

One of the clones of the Qin people, the King of Mirror Sand and the desolate claws of the Demon God, collided together.

After the claws collided, a solid scepter like a battle axe and a cross blade appeared in the desolate hand of the demon god.

The moment the axe and staff condensed and appeared, the Demon God Desolation slashed out fiercely.

But almost instantly, in the hand of the Mirror Sand Monarch, a huge axe staff with a similar shape also appeared.

Rumble!!!

......

When the collision between the Demon God Desolation and the Mirror Sand King occurred, another figure appeared in the Yellow Sand World.

He was dressed in a white robe, with a bone mask like an eagle's face on his face, and a narrow sword.

Without any hesitation, the eagle-faced robed man rushed directly towards Izr on the throne.

As he waved his long knife, he whispered:

"Bury him, Tsar."

With a whisper, the sword in his hand shattered and cracked, setting off an endless cloud of white gravel.

In the face of the slash, Izr did not make the slightest dodge movement, still sitting upright on the throne, and let out a chuckle:

"Groundbreaking—"

With his call, in the Yellow Sand World, among the ten giant pillars, another giant pillar suddenly fluctuated.

And on the edge of the giant pillar, the creature that looked like an ice beast also shouted:

"Children of the Underworld, Winterfolk, Spirits of the Frozen Land! Guardian of the Netherworld, the Frozen Ground, the Lord of Watch, the Demon God Permafrost! ”

In the next moment, above the endless sand dunes, dead frost and ice emerged.

A wolf-headed demon god wearing a dark blue frost crown, the moment he appeared on the icicle, he attacked the eagle-faced white-robed man like a wolf, and with every step out, the sand dunes would be frozen.

Although it is "step by step", his pace is not slow.

On the contrary, because of his extreme speed, he swept through the endless wasteland like a phantom, and the condensed frost formed a frost avenue.

His cold, dead claws grabbed directly at the white-robed man.

In the face of the attack, the man in the white robe, or rather...... Qin people, can't ignore it.

Holding the sword that had shattered and disintegrated in his right hand, a low shout came from under the white eagle's face—

"Swastika!"

"Ember Ringing White Emperor!"

With a low drink, the invisible slashing knife that shattered and dissolved into fine sand condensed again.

Endless white sand flowed, and in a roar and roar, it condensed into a long white staff like a cross.

The moment it condensed, the head of the staff swung out—

The countless swirling white gravel, at this moment, was wrapped in a terrifying chill.

Rumble!!!

The dead and cold wolf claws collided with the white sand, with the collision site as the center, and in an instant, within a radius of dozens of kilometers in diameter, the frost exploded and the quicksand consolidated.