Crimson mist-shrouded altar.

A swirling ripple portal.

Modrian's brow was slightly frowned as he stared at the eerie images in the depths of the passage, and when he reached this area, the demonic murmur in his ears disappeared, and the surroundings were unusually quiet.

"The Abyss Altar forged by the Ice and Snow Dwarf Clan, which layer of the Abyss will lead to?"

Thoughts surged in his mind, and Modrian's heart was filled with hesitation, the strength of each layer of the bottomless abyss was different, but among the known explorations, the first ten layers of the abyss were the weakest.

He tried to find some clues, but found nothing.

The bloody portrait depicted on the wall ended at some point, leaving traces of unfinished painting and exuding a faint aura of curse.

Most of the bones on the ground were left behind by ice and snow dwarves, and they were so pale that they couldn't make out any useful information.

"I'm a little curious about the Abyssal Plane." After the robbery, he walked out, his red eyes looking at the swirling light, and the dense shadows on his side were many shadow streamers.

Hearing the sound, Modrian turned his head to look at the Tribulation, the shadow and the mist blended, covering the hazy armor, and he became more and more unable to see the strength of the Tribulation.

Behind the unknown portal, no one can say exactly what they will encounter, but under the temporary mission, it does need people to explore.

After a moment of silence, Modri looked at the robbery calmly and said, "Be careful. ”

The dark shadow moved forward, creeping close to the altar, like black ink dripping water, silently escaping into the portal.

..................

The crimson sky, the barren red earth, and the faint smell of blood mixed with the air tell of the desolation of the abyss.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was enjoying these, and the breath on his body was slightly deeper.

"The bones of the undead." Nakuri appeared beside him, crouched down in tacit understanding, picked up a pale bone from the bright red earth full of bones, and gently crushed it, like fine sand sliding from his fingers.

"The hardness and texture have become loose and rotten for a long time."

Looking back at the environment where he was, Nakuri looked solemn, like a ruined temple, with collapsed rubble spilled on the ground, and several stone pillars scattered around the forest, carved with strange and bloody symbols.

In the center of the temple there is also a whirlpool of corrugated portals.

He could see through the rippled light plane, vaguely seeing the Demacian legion waiting for battle, as well as the lords and many heroes.

"Do you feel it? The power that flows in the air all the time. He opened his eyes, ignoring the strange temple in front of him, and gently stretched out his palm, as if touching something.

"Sin and blood."

Nakuri looked puzzled, and sensed the active energy in the air according to his words, but found nothing except the faint smell of blood.

"You have not yet grasped the nature of the shadows." Seeing Najiuri's performance, his red eyes flickered.

"Go and inform the lord, there is no danger behind the portal, and you can enter."

As soon as the words fell, Zai lowered his head and looked at the dense shadows in the temple, and continued to command: "Shadow Stream, scout the surroundings, and keep in touch with each other. ”

After a moment, the smooth ripples rippled, and the subtle energy continued to surge.

A column of Ledemacian legionnaires stepped out of the portal with silver shields, quickly converted to a state of garrison according to the ruined temple building, and occupied key positions everywhere.

Modrian's figure gradually solidified in the center of the stone pillar, and almost as soon as he stepped onto the temple floor, he sensed an inexplicable force invading him.

His brows furrowed, he magnified his mental perception, faintly perceiving.... A hint of repulsion?

What's going on?

Modrian was a little puzzled, looked at Galen who appeared behind him, and asked aloud: "Do you notice anything abnormal?" ”

"There's a nasty smell, and the rest doesn't feel it." Galen looked at his surroundings and shook his head in reply.

Ash, Zhao Xin, and Pan Sen also have similar answers, and it seems that Modrian alone suddenly appears in a strange situation.

"A sense of rejection.... Abyssal pan-consciousness...."

As a new legend, Modrian quickly figured out what was wrong.

In the past few abysses of the main material plane, although he was not the main participant, he was still contaminated with the aura of some continental pan-consciousness.

"Is this the reason for too much wool? Did it cause the abyssal pan-consciousness to dislike me? ”

Modrian reluctantly thought that throughout the rise of Valoran, the demons/devil lords of the bottomless abyss played an important role in it, always giving multiple gifts to promote development when difficulties and needed changes.

Fortunately, this sense of repulsion is not too strong, and with Modrian's current strength, it can be easily resisted.

In the ruins of the temple, the Demacian Legion silently guarded the key position, but there was no trace of the shadow that had already entered, and then he looked at Najuri on his side and asked.

"Where's the robbery?"

"My lord and Shadow Stream have gone out to scout the surrounding situation." Nagiuri bowed slightly, looking respectful.

At tea time, the scattered shadow streamers began to return one after another, but some of them wandered in the depths, acting as the eyes and ears of the outermost part, once they found any abnormal situation, they would quickly warn and shrink, and report the intelligence information they received to the rear, so that they had enough room to prepare for battle.

The returning Shadowstream brought back some news that the ruined temple was located in a mountain col, and outside was a desolate plain, and there were not many abyssal monsters in sight.

Unexpectedly, the catastrophe has not returned, and it seems that it is still hovering in the depths.

The crimson sun hung over the red sky, and in the barren red plains, except for the scattered trunks of dead trees, there were only a few wandering ghouls, which looked much stronger than those in the passage, with speckled claws on their claws.

The shadow streamers of the three-person team stayed at the top of the mound, staring at the ghouls not far away, the suppressed excitement in their eyes behind the mask slowly released, and the battle in the passage They only assisted, but they had aroused the killing jade hope in their hearts.

The interest urged the shadow stream to clench the kunai and dagger in his hand, and a few dark shadows swooped down on the swaying ghoul, with no skills, purely based on the exercise of action memory.

The cold light flickered, and the fishy liquid splashed out.

The shadows of the Shadowstreamers solidified not far away, and the ghouls split their bodies in an instant, and their bodies smashed down to the plain.

Soon, the ghouls of the Red Plains were cleaned up, and the windswept winds stirred the trunks of the trees.

But before the Shadow Streamers could restrain their killing intent, when they looked deeper into their surroundings, they found something unusual.

"Damn, what's that?" One of them pointed in the direction of the depths of the plain, his expression rather stunned, and a vague scene reflected in his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The remaining two looked curiously in the direction their companion was pointing, their pupils constricting slightly, their hearts pounding, and they seemed to be unable to notice the situation.