Hilly village.

The blood-colored breath as strong as smoke floated in the sky, and the gusts of wind whistled, like wailing and crying, cold to the heart.

In the center of the dark purple altar were a hill of ruined corpses, young children, women, old people, mercenaries, warriors, etc., different professions, different age groups, countless scarred faces, densely interwoven with pictures of despair and helplessness.

Cracking sound!

The crimson bronze pillars at the four corners spilled out eerie wisps of black flame, surrounding the altar and burning violently, igniting a stiff corpse.

Under the high temperature, the flesh and bones melted like sugar water, turning into a viscous liquid that penetrated into the altar lines.

Buzzing! Buzzing!

The air trembled incessantly, and the cracks in the abyss, smeared with vivid red brilliance, absorbed the power supplied by the altar and slowly squirmed towards the surroundings, like newborn children, struggling to open their eyes and look at the world.

"There is still a small sacrifice left before you can call upon the great Lord of the Infernal Flames."

Below the altar, the leading priest gazed feverishly at the abyssal rift and whispered to himself.

The soul and flesh of humans are the best sacrifices to the Abyss Lords.

And the richer the quality and quantity of the sacrifices, the more generous the rewards the believers will receive, which is also the reason why the Abyss believers continue to flow.

They are so desperate for power that they leave everything they have as human beings.

Looking up at the sky and seeing the change in the sky, the leading priest frowned imperceptibly: "Has the Red Flame Warrior who went out to look for sacrifices come back?" ”

"I'm sorry, my lord, they may be looking for a bloody thrill and haven't returned yet." A priest behind him whispered, a look of contempt in his eyes.

The existence time of the main material plane may not be as long as that of the bottomless abyss, but the flowers of civilization endowed by the brilliant history are far more splendid and beautiful than the bottomless abyss.

Therefore, most of the Abyss Believers who have been thrown into the Bottomless Abyss by intelligent beings look down on those Abyssal Monsters with low intelligence, and it is very inconvenient to communicate with each other, and sometimes even the desire in the depths of the bloodline will force them to attack the Abyss Believers.

The leading priest turned to look at his companion behind him, pointed to the abyssal rift, and said in a deep voice: "Don't forget your identity, we are both abyssal beings, we need to work together to open an abyss passage." ”

Glaring around his companions with lowered heads, his indifferent eyes continued, "Has the sky raid of the lava flamingo flock come to fruition? ”

The geographical location of Limontanlu is too important, and even if the center of gravity of the Valoran Territory is not placed here, a considerable part of the elite forces are still stationed.

Through secret channels, they also learned that Limontanlu was guarded by a legendary crown, and it was impossible to find out who it was.

Therefore, in order to ensure the perfect establishment of the Abyss Passage, they drew a huge flock of lava flamingos from the Red Lotus Abyss and raided Limontanlu, wanting to hinder the elite forces of His Legendary Crown and Valoran, hoping that there would be no external forces to interfere at that time.

"Based on the distance, we should now reach Limontanlu." The fellow priest on the left replied. "It's strange that the companions hiding in the lava flamingo flock haven't sent any news back."

"I doubt it..... Something is wrong! ”

Hearing this, the momentum of the leading priest suddenly unleashed, and an invisible heavy pressure lingered around the altar: "Inform them that something has changed, and immediately urge the Red Flame warriors to return." ”

"No matter how many sacrifices there are, we must call out to the Great Lord of the Infernal Flame in advance!"

"Valoran's side is likely to have reacted, and we don't have much time left......"

"Huh?" Before he could finish speaking, the leading priest sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, took a deep breath, and looked at his companions behind him with a solemn expression, only to see their frightened expressions and trembling slightly.

Follow the gaze of your companions.

He saw a layer of black mist gradually rise from the edge of the blood-colored village, and countless crimson and longing eyes calmly watched them all, as well as the Red Flame warriors walking the village path.

The transcendent gaze made it easy for the leading priest to see through the essence of the black mist.

It was a crow with a body like ink, innumerable, dense, with red eyes full of bloody desire, silently waiting for the moment of release.

Compared to them and the Red Flame Warriors, it seems that these crows are more like abyssal monsters.

The black mist rolled, and a middle-aged man with gray and white hair appeared, strolling to the altar and looking at the huge abyssal crack.

The demons/demons active in the bottomless abyss are constantly searching for rifts and portals to other planes in the abyss, seizing the opportunity to leave the cruel abyss and release the chaos darkness into other planes.

The ultimate goal is to fill the plane with desire, destroy the creations of the gods, destroy the brilliant civilization, and turn the entire plane into despair and ruins.

In some of the darkest of legendary myths, the shadow of a massive invasion of demons/demons has loomed over the main material plane.

At that time, even the countries in the midst of the fierce battle would put aside their disputes for a while, so as to resist the abyssal invasion together, or seal the abyssal pass and the abyssal passage that were cracking.

The crack in the abyss in front of Svein, watered by the offerings, was about three meters high, and the bright light shone brightly.

Countless human souls could be seen struggling through the gaps in the space on both sides, and then added fuel to the viscous red light, expanding the scope of the rift.

This indicates that the Abyssal Rift is entering a critical transformation state, and once successful, it can turn into an abyssal passage, allowing the abyss behind it to endlessly dispatch abyssal monsters to invade the main material plane.

As the other side of the Abyss Passage, Valoran will bear the brunt of encountering the Abyss Monsters.

"Sacrificing the people of the Valoran Domain, triggering the abyss invasion and destroying the territory, is a very 'genius' idea!"

Svein's expression was cold, and in his governing philosophy, the people were the foundation of everything. Then he noticed the horrified gazes of the priests, and looked sideways at the crowd beneath the altar, thoughtful.

Darkness blasphemes the priests, fanatics who believe in the demons of the abyss, and filthy rats who hide in the physical plane of the Lord and are shouted and beaten by everyone.

"This guy's name is Pickle, and his courage is commendable!" Svein casually dropped a bloody skull, his bloody face covered with fear and despair.

Not..... There are not many people who dare to challenge him.

"Now, it's your turn!"

The black robes that Svein wore were windless, like a signal for attack, and the flock of ravens rose up like a raging tide of darkness, devouring and destroying everything unstoppable.

The leading dark blasphemous priest clenched the staff in his hand, his deep eyes staring at Svein in the air, his body shaking uncontrollably.

The dim sky reflected the not-so-tall figure, and the gray-white hair obscured the calm and waveless face, as if there was an incredible magic that made his body and soul moan in fear.

Not far away, the Red Flame Warriors' counterattack ignited a wave of flames and merged into the dark wave, followed by the dark blasphemous priests beneath these altars, who tried their best to cast spells, but found that they could not shake the tide of progress at all.

"Destruction, death, has long been our destination." The leading dark blasphemous priest let out a roar, surging spiritual energy surging and shattering his robes, revealing his old and shriveled body.

"What if you're a legend? Feel the wrath of the abyss! ”