The dark ocean of ravens is full of waves.

Enveloping endless might, engulfing hilly villages, approaching the Altar of the Abyss.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

Noticing the madness of the leading Dark Blasphemous Priest, the remaining Dark Blasphemous Priests seemed to know their predetermined destiny, and all of them showed fanatical expressions, prying the Abyss Altar with spiritual energy.

When they abandon their factional identity and plunge into the abyss, the result is already doomed.

Destruction and death are their only destination.

The surging spiritual power was surging, and the crystal clear blood overflowed the shriveled body, two very different power attributes, outlining special runes above the Abyss Altar.

Rumble!

The crimson runes, wriggling like living creatures, were pulled by the unknown and slammed viciously into the chasm of the abyss.

In a flash.

The bright rune light bloomed, causing the altar to fluctuate violently, and the faint trembling sound quietly echoed, like an inexplicable call, through the abyssal rift, transmitted to a distant land.

"Hahaha, arrogant guy, you didn't stop us!"

The leading dark blasphemy priest half-knelt on the ground, gasping in a low voice, and the exposed old body instantly lost weight, leaving only skin and bones, and no flesh and blood could be seen.

He looked up at Svein in the sky and said with a hideous expression, "The Great Lord of the Flame of Purgatory is answering our call. ”

"I will watch you turn to ashes before I die!"

Svein watched with pity as the clown performance under the altar appeared.

The death of an innocent lord requires blood and bones, and a Devil/Demon Lord from the Red Lotus Abyss may be a good tribute.

Suddenly, a fiery consciousness connected to the Abyss Altar, intermittently transmitted to the main material plane.

"Who is it...... Calling my name! ”

The flames shone brightly, centering on the Abyss Altar, dispersing a crimson area, like a world of flames, baking the air.

Above the altar, the huge abyssal crack let out a wail and trembled slightly.

A blazing consciousness descended, but in just a moment, the Abyss Lord, known as the Lord of the Flames of Purgatory, sensed that something was wrong with his surroundings.

The flames suddenly burst out, scattering four transparent flame chains, hooking the black flames at the four corners of the altar, forming a black flame light pillar about twenty meters wide in an instant, tearing apart the crow wave and rising into the sky.

"Demonic power?"

"It turned out to be the Abyss Betrayer, I will let you taste the power of the Infernal Flames!"

In the long course of time, there will always be abyssal believers, or abyssal demons, who have fled the abyss due to different factors and hid in the main material plane and other planes.

And these people are known as the betrayers of the abyss, and they are hunted down by the bottomless abyss.

"Contemptible rats, empty tongues!"

Svein stared at the changes in the Abyss Altar and spoke softly, the sarcasm in his eyes undisguised.

Hearing the mocking words of the human legend, the prostrate dark blasphemous priest who was kneeling on the ground was dumbfounded, a little incredulous, this did not fit the legend's majestic image, more like a villain.

"Damn human powerhouse, accept the destruction of the flames!" The Lord of the Infernal Flames roared in anger, his consciousness stirring the abyss, setting off a monstrous flame.

Rumble!

【Dragon's Whisper: Roaring Flames】!

Blazing flames erupted from above the Abyss Altar, turning into a roaring dragon of flames, sweeping through the boiling heat, and rushing towards where Svein was.

As he swept in front of Svein, Svein looked at the flaming dragon in front of him and raised his left hand slightly, his crimson glow.

In an instant, a flock of ravens that had devoured all the abyssal monsters rose into the air and greeted the dragon's head with unstoppable might.

Thundered!

The endless surging power shattered the sky in an instant, and the crimson flames and the pitch-black waves intertwined and annihilated, blowing up the waves of qi that swept thousands of miles.

In the center of the transparent air wave, the fire dragon wailed, exploded, turned into a circle of fiery red ripples and burned the sky, and then merged into the flock of ravens and disappeared.

"Dragonborn? A real dragon? ”

Svein looked at the Abyss Altar, which had suddenly become quiet, his face was different, and his left hand quietly put into the hem of his clothes, putting away the flock of ravens that had returned to quiet.

Then take a light step and disappear into the abyssal crack.

Time ticked forward, and I don't know when the hilly village was already cleared, and there were no abyssal monsters in sight.

......

......

Perris Territory.

Close to Limentanlu, on the edge of a wilderness plain.

At this moment, the surviving ordinary people of the territory retreated to Perris Castle in disarray, relying on the strong walls to resist the attack of the abyssal monsters.

Flames smeared the sky, and battle cries echoed through the towers and battlements.

The warriors of the Crimson Shield raised their shields and fought off the abyssal monsters that surrounded the castle again and again, while on the corner tower of the city wall was a small team of spellcasters in purple robes.

It is the presence of these spellcasters that allows Perris Castle to calmly resist the invasion of abyssal monsters.

Benny Izzy stood at the window of the corner tower, overlooking the fierce battle below the castle, with a strange expression, flanking a wounded middle-aged man, his long blond hair scattered to hide a handsome pale face.

In the corner tower room, the atmosphere was a little silent, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

"Sophia asked me to come over this time."

Eventually, Benny broke the silence and looked at the spellcasters, who were Valoran's Lord's battle mage group, the Arcane Fist, which was very strong and one of the few mage groups in Valoran's Lord.

"Do you regret it now?"

Hearing this, the corners of Brooke Perris's mouth filled with a bitter smile, and he whispered, "Regret? What about regrets? Can everything be saved? He turned his head to look at the old man beside him, and his heart was relieved, as if he had let go of a heavy burden.

"Actually, I'm already very satisfied that you can come, at least I can know part of what they mean......"

After a pause, Brooke didn't continue, as if remembering something, and quietly looked out the window at the battlefield.

The raging abyssal monster had to leave behind a large number of corpses and slowly leave under the baptism of the magic of the Arcane Fist.

After the rise of Valoran, the territory of Perris also underwent many changes.

First, the viscountess from a noble family died of a serious illness, and then Lord Brooke quietly held a wedding and married a commoner woman again, and I heard that she was now pregnant.

Everything seems to herald a new change in the territory of Perris, but this beautiful and peaceful life has recently been shattered.

Out of nowhere, the abyssal monsters destroy villages, hunt humans, and bring pain and destruction.

Even Perris Castle was almost unable to hold up under the impact of the monster, Viscount Brooke was injured, and only the Scarlet Shield Legion was left to support it.

Fortunately, at the last moment, reinforcements arrived, and those powerful spellcasters used countless spells to cleanse the vast number of abyssal monsters that surrounded the castle.

Whether it is a territorial knight, a merchant mercenary, or an ordinary person, they probably know the origin of the spellcaster, but no one dares to say.

This is a taboo topic belonging to Perris's territory, about the second young master of the Perris family.

"Don't worry, the Valoran Territory has already reacted, and the next step will be to completely cleanse the abyss monsters in the territory." Benny looked at Brooke beside him, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed softly.

The evening glow gradually spreads across the sky, illuminating Perris Castle.

......

......

Lakstak Fortress, the main fort.

As Svein stepped into the abyssal rift, Modrian's brow furrowed, he stopped what he was doing, and turned his head to look south.

Derived from the perception given by the League of Legends system, he can feel the breath of each hero, affected by distance, weak and strong, and extremely personal.

Just now, Svein's aura suddenly became faint, a bit like being in a different plane.

Consciousness sneaked into the system panel, and Modrian opened the [Hero] panel, and Svein's avatar was still glowing, which meant that Svein was safe.

As for the change of breath, did you encounter a powerful enemy and fall into a bitter battle?

However, Modrian was not too worried, Esvein's current ability, unless the gods came, it was somewhat impossible to keep Svein.

Especially now that the main material plane is not very stable, it is extremely difficult for the gods to descend.

Boom!

Suddenly, the magic lights flickered, and the main castle trembled slightly, as if it had been attacked by an inexplicable force, along with the furniture and lampstand in the room, all of them were shaking gently.

After a second or two, the shaking stopped, and Modrian sensed an unusual fluctuation in the abyssal passage beneath the main castle.

He immediately got up, his figure flickering, and left the study, heading to the heavily guarded passage of the abyss.

The abyss of original sin guarded by Galen.