"Huh? What's going on? ”

North of the Gate of Sorrows, the scout camp of the Elmfaro Empire.

Due to the frequent outbreaks of plagues within the Stoke Kingdom in recent times, the Southern Legion has specially sent a number of scout teams to patrol around the Imperial defense line, and the camp is set up near the fortress standing in the mountains.

And at this moment, the abrupt change of the Gate of Sorrow attracted the attention of most of the people in this scout camp here.

Despite the distance, the surging magical energy still made them feel a terrifying sense of fear, especially the war mages who accompanied the army, who, as legal professionals, could clearly perceive the terrifying battles in the direction of the fortress.

"Damn, what the hell is going on in the Kingdom of Stoke? First the plague, now what? In the fear of the unknown, the Scout Commander couldn't help but shout loudly, releasing the suffocating feeling in his heart.

But unfortunately, in this camp, with his highest strength, the rest of the people were still in a state of fear and had not awakened, so they could not answer his questions.

Until.....

The terrifying sound like the roar of heaven and earth resounded in this area, and it also woke up these weak scouts, and then many of the people who came over directly suffered from nervous disorders, and the smell of fishy and foul smell permeated the camp.

After a while, a huge mushroom cloud rose, leaving the recovered scouts in a state of shock again, their trembling bodies telling that their nerves had reached their limit under continuous pressure.

"Ahhh What happened at the Gate of Sorrow? The Scout Commander could no longer suppress the humble fear in his soul and ran to the stables in a panic, and then he ignored his subordinates and rode away.

He had to go to the legion camp in the rear to report the changes at the Gate of Sorrow, and as for the scouts stranded in the camp, even if they survived, it was estimated that they would not be able to continue to serve as scouts in the future, not even normal soldiers.

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

Beneath the rising mushroom clouds, Modrian rode away from the thick mist of plague and stepped with Svein into the ruined fortress.

In the endless mud and snow, the crimson pillar of light stood in the field of vision, and Cana hovered above Galio's head, holding a delicate staff, looked solemnly at the broken mage tower.

"My lord, I smell a big guy hiding in a pillar of light." Galio squatted down slightly, looking down at Modrian in front of him, and a rich amount of magical energy surging in his body.

Patting Galio's off-white paws, Modrian nodded: "I noticed." His nostrils twitched, the smell of blood in the air made his face extremely embarrassed, and his transcendent gaze faintly pierced into the countless souls floating around the ruined mage tower.

"I feel your wrath, human...... Suzerain! ”

The indifferent voice caused Modrian's mood to fluctuate, and he looked at the dim crimson pillar of light, and there was a suppressed aura that was reviving, even Galio's [Hero Debut] could not destroy the completed abyss passage.

It was only after entering the door of grief that Morian sensed the smell of sulfur flowing in the storm, the air from the bottomless abyss, and the breath of a certain great being.

"What is it, god?"

"Gods are immortal and great beings." As if sensing Modrian's inner doubts, the crimson pillar of light trembled, and an indifferent voice sounded.

"And you, human beings, ......"

The next moment, Modrian felt an indifferent and merciless gaze, a cold shiver emerged from the depths of his soul, and an inexplicable fear invaded his consciousness.

"It's a valuable nutrient, and of course you have to make the most of it!"

"It's ..... Your glory! ”

A proclamation-like sound roared within the mushroom cloud, dispersing some of the fluttering wind and snow and dust, and lowering the silence.

"Hah!" The silence was broken by a sneer, and Modrian overcame his inner horror with an angry attitude, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, unusually bloodthirsty.

"So, you're acknowledging that the source of everything came from you?"

"Grerath, the god of the abomination of plagues!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The broken mage tower shook violently, the rubble fell to the ground, and a huge shadow rose from the boiling pool of blood, and then stepped into the bloody sacrificial circle, looked at Galio and Cana, and finally fell on Modrian.

"If you say the name of a god at will, you will be punished by God!"

"I forgive you, though...... Not.... I'm curious about your identity, a human legendary force, how many demigods and legends can work for you. ”

"This is something that I, a god, can't do!"

In each temple of the orderly camp in the Karadimos Continent, there will be a special person to sort out the many evil gods that are known to exist, and record them to facilitate the actions of the trial knights, especially some notorious evil gods, which will not only record the fluctuations of the believers' power, but also leave incomplete information about the appearance and field of the gods.

The god of abomination, Grelath, is a notorious evil goddess hidden in the abyss, whose terrifying plague abilities are rightfully on the attention of all temples.

According to records, Grelath was fond of spreading plagues to gather the abomination and despair of intelligent beings to increase her power, and was particularly adept at manipulating hearts and souls. She turns her anger into madness, extreme and emotional for most believers.

The temple personnel also left images of Grelath as a giant mushroom with a faceless face, but her body floated lightly on the ground, and her huge mycelium drifted behind her like a wave. The color will change according to his mood or match the environment.

Remembering the information he had obtained from his dealings with the Temple of Fortune, Moderian stared intently at the crimson giant mushroom in front of him, which meant that the evil goddess in front of him was filled with blood and murder.

He cracked his mouth, looked at Darius, who couldn't wait, and spoke softly.

"So, God Butcher, what kind of scene will it be?"

The bright red mycelium cleaned up the surrounding garbage and rubble, Grelath stared at the human lord, the humanized spore body was a beautiful and indifferent face, exuding a faint evil divine brilliance, and the red lips opened slightly: "God Butcher?!" Looks like the previous victory made you get carried away, or maybe ......"

"With a few legends and demigods, are you really a god who can easily slay them?"

"It's a pity that I won't even give you such a chance!" The slender and vivid mycelium wrapped around the remaining mage tower, and the terrifying power exploded, directly crushing the rock, including the crimson pillar of light.

Thundered!

The pillar of crimson light that reached the sky exploded, causing violent energy fluctuations, rolling up countless boiling and viscous blood, slightly tearing open the opening of the abyss passage, and then several extremely powerful breaths rushed out of the passage.

"Let's begin, little ones, follow the plan prepared in advance, and explore the back of this human lord together!"

[Shadow Realm Inverted Skydrop]!