Fear!

Where does human fear come from?

Some say it's a bloody horrific killing.

Some say it's a huge and ugly monster.

It is only in the midst of the year of ruin that one truly feels a deep anxiety that reaches the depths of the soul, the fear of imminent destruction, and the worry of the unknown. It was a horror that felt as if you were in the depths of the ocean, with overwhelming pressure pouring in from all directions, letting the fear of doom invade every inch of skin, every pore, and let death flow through every capillary.

I can't do anything, let alone resist, but before death takes my life, I have to feel this horror all the time. There is unbearable noise in my ears, my vision is full of hideous scenes, and in my own spiritual world, all I can hear is my own heartbeat.

As long as you stand on this land that is beginning to crumble and look up at the sky for a few seconds, you will naturally have an inexplicable sense of fear.

Fast forward to June 1318, and the sun no longer rises.

In the field of vision, the sky above can only see thick clouds tumbling like a thick black slurry. From time to time, burning meteorites cut through the sky with their long tails like comets, blooming with a dazzling light that symbolizes destruction.

This light was reflected on the retinas of mortals, stimulating people's visual nerves, and when the ominous spots of light brought out by the meteorite penetrated the clouds, they lit up the clouds, making the tumbling clouds appear a cloudy black and red color, as if hell had overlapped with this world.

Last year, someone might have exclaimed, "What's that?" ”

At that time, no one will answer.

But now, no one will ask again.

Everyone knows the answer - meteorites are fragments of the disintegrating plane that break into the main plane by gravity.

No screaming, not even panic. Even if there are unlucky ghosts around who are killed by meteorites, no one takes a second look.

People are numb!

There were people who anesthetized themselves and said that the collapse or something was just a matter of the outer plane. However, when the city of gold in the middle of the continent was destroyed by a volcanic eruption last month, no one dared to talk about it again.

Since the end of last year, the domination of the major human kingdoms has been crumbling due to the invasion of powerful races from the outer planes. Races that have only been heard of in myths and legends - from the Gwangmin to the organized races of the Gissy. To the sorcery giants, to all kinds of monsters, to the dragons, all of them came to the main plane to find a way to survive.

Maybe they have a clear purpose, or maybe they are simply fleeing, but anyway, these powerful guys are all kings, wantonly destroying or occupying everything. Human armies were easily defeated, resulting in empires, kingdoms, and principalities, all of which became historical terms. There is no order. The remnants converged, almost blindly, toward their destination closest to themselves.

Destination?

It is said that there are more than thirty floating islands and floating continents that can escape from this world that is about to be destroyed. By the end of 1317, the priests of the Good and Neutral Church had distributed a large number of maps to mark on improvised maps where there was a chance that the people would be saved. On the back of the map, the requirements for entering each place are written in lingua franca, allowing people to judge for themselves based on their race, creed, location, and distance to their destination.

About every two or three days, on some major transportation arteries, believers in major churches will distribute new maps for free. Because the new owners of some places are extremely hostile to mortals.

At the same time, there is also a number on the map called the safety rating. One is the lowest, and ten is the highest. Almost everyone noticed. Since the introduction of this free map distribution, there are several ethnic groups that have not had a high index.

For example, the territory on the northwest coast of the continent controlled by the elves is called the Elven Forest, and the index rarely exceeds seven, and it has been hovering around five or six.

In all fairness, the elves are not weak. Not counting the human gods who have countless mountains inside and do not act in unison at all, the elven gods and dwarves are the strongest among the many gods.

Equally. The elves did not show any weakness, and as usual, no one would pinch the elves as soft persimmons.

It's just that the elves haven't been safe since October last year.

The incarnation of Zoronor, the elven god of bows and arrows, patrols the borders of the Elven Forest. There was a heartache twist on his handsome face.

In front of him was a dense forest that had been brought out of the valley by divine magic, and it looked so high that only the elves themselves knew about it. That's a far worse than the trees in the normal Elven Forest, let alone those on Eternal Island.

A real ancient tree is not only vigorous, but also has a strong spirit. As long as there is a need, a magic spell can transform large areas of the forest into treant guards. It is not an ordinary tree spirit guard, but an ancient tree guard that is often twenty or thirty meters high.

In front of this terrifying ancient tree guard, ordinary giant species that were no more than ten meters tall were as fragile as babies, and they slapped them away with a slap. Only true Titans can outwhelm the Guardians of the Ancient Tree in strength and physique.

But now...... Only the most lush trees can be made into Treant Guardians.

Unfortunately, if this continues, you may not even be able to count on this.

At this moment, the edge of the Elven Forest is no longer as beautiful as it was in the first few months. As far as the eye can see, withered trees and charred hay are everywhere.

Originally, when summer arrived, the ground should be covered with fresh green grass that had been moistened by spring. Unfortunately, due to the impact of the collapse of the plane, there was no real spring at the beginning of this year.

There is no sun, no rain, not to mention the ruined forests in the border areas, and the woods in the inner part are full of withered yellow.

There is no cheerful cry of birds, no melodious song of beautiful elves. There was dead silence everywhere, and the air reverberated with ruin and decay.

In comparison, not to mention the beautiful and peaceful divine kingdom that Zoronorr has been staying in since the establishment of the Elven God Domain, Pande, is not even as good as the worst elven settlements that were once scattered all over the continent.

Night has fallen.

In the distance, a curtain of sandstorms rolled up in the dry desert, and the dry branches were beaten by the sand grains, bringing a series of harsh crackling sounds. It's like a non-stop, terrible percussion. The frenzied wind sounded like the wail of a wraith, or the cry of some inexplicable creature of purgatory.

Zoronore knew that by daybreak, a large forest would be covered in sand.

The god of bows and arrows spat fiercely: "We are simply colonizing the land of hell!" ”

Under the cover of thick clouds, there is no sunlight during the day, and there is naturally no moonlight at night.

If you don't have dark vision, the night is dark and you can't see your fingers.

At this moment, a void not far away, which was only three meters high from inside, suddenly turned blood-red.

At first glance, it felt extremely ominous and terrifying, and after just a few seconds, the void seemed to be torn open paper, and a bottomless dark rift appeared in the tumbling scarlet, and then countless fireballs flew out of it.

The dazzling fireball turned a large area of surrounding trees into flaming torches, and after the fireball, hordes of rat demons began to rush out of the dimensional rift.

These demons, who were already half a man's height on the ground, and were like oversized black rats, were not an army at all, but they were overwhelming in number.

Zoronorr looked at the dense, creepy black ocean, and listened to the chaotic screams of the demons, and couldn't help but feel a pang of disgust on his face.

At the same time, there are countless little demons who flutter a pair of flesh wings behind them, and they feel like they are staggering, pushing me and squeezing out of the portal. There are so many of them that they can't be described as locust swarms, and it's like a tsunami on flat ground.

"God?" The priest who followed Sauronore whispered a reminder.

"Got it!" Zoronor pulled out a magic arrow from the quiver behind his back and shot it so delicately and delicately.

It looked like an arrow shot by a human beginner archer, and the trajectory of the bow and arrow was a little skewed as soon as it left the string, but when the bow and arrow were ten meters away from Zoronor, it suddenly made a rumbling sound and flew over the charred earth.

The trees that had been charred and blackened by the flames either fell down or turned to powder,

Countless burning dead branches, along with the sand and gravel on the ground, were blown up by the air flow brought out by the divine arrow, and flew upside down towards the portal in the void, like a tornado of flames that swept horizontally.

The demons screamed and tried to disperse, but there were too many of them, and even if they tried desperately to bite their companions and try to make a bloody path, it was still too late.

"Boom-" There was a loud bang.

The violent explosion easily wiped out more than eighty percent of the demons, and the remaining low-level demons were blown to pieces by the dancing wind, and they no longer formed a formation.

"I'll leave it to you." Zoronoll didn't look at it again, turned around and left.

Behind him, there was naturally a patrol of low-level rangers and low-level mages who followed to clean up the mess.

With his strength, of course, he can easily destroy the enemy with one blow. Now, the elves, who are aware of the training of reserve strength, have begun to consciously let the elves who are similar to the enemy's strength find scattered demons to practice.

"The Devil Legion is still fulfilling the Primordial Contract for the time being, but when the Primordial Contract is completely invalidated, it will be time for the Devil Legion and the Demon Army to join forces to enter the main plane of the Ultron Continent." Kerellon's prediction was correct.

As the barrier between the outer and inner planes began to loosen and crack, the Abyss could often open small and medium-sized portals to transmit demons to the main plane, and Asmodeus tacitly ignored all of this.

The only problem is that for the time being, it is not possible to open a large portal for high-level demons to come over.

It's only a matter of time, though.

Back in the center of Floating Continent 31, Zoronor suddenly felt a familiar aura.

"Raven is here?"

"yes, he's been a great help again." Answering him was the elven goddess of love, Hennali. (To be continued.) )