At the base of Tilados' largest supervolcano, a pitch-black altar stands silently in the midst of the red-hot magma, emitting a regular glow that fades in and out, unmoved by the heat around it that melts the gold.

This altar has stood in the magma for far more years than the history of the Human Federation, and the years and high temperatures have not left any traces on it, it is a creation that completely surpasses the current level of human beings, and even the top material scientists of the Federation can only be dumbfounded when they see it.

The altar breathes silently, just as it did thousands of years ago, no different. But at a certain moment, without warning, the strange runes that filled the altar suddenly lit up with an orange-red light, and this light swayed in the magma, like someone raising a fire in the dark night.

It's calling, it's calling.

And it does have something to call into.

The orange-red light became more and more intense, and under its radiance, vague ghost-like figures appeared strangely in the hot magma, each of them in different attire, but they all hung their heads and remained motionless, but their numbers continued to increase. Until the interior of the volcano fills up, the surrounding area is surrounded by a magnificent architectural illusion like a Roman gladiatorial arena. The orange-red light flickered for a moment, and some mysterious power was injected into these figures, making them agile and clear, and they slowly raised their heads, their movements and eyes were full of confusion, as if they were remembering why they were here.

The orange-red light flashed again.

The figures were drawn in, and they cast their gaze to the altar in the center of the grand building. When their eyes met on the altar, they suddenly realized the cause and effect, and quickly lined up to walk down the steps of the magnificent building and towards the altar.

Everyone walked on the steps in a proper manner, and even though they were all phantoms and did not need to be bound by the steps, they still followed the old rules of life, or they did not know their situation at all.

They only know one thing:

That is to awaken the great god [Magma]!

And [Magma] ......

Will give them a new lease of life!

Three old men in red robes walked to the center of the altar, and in front of them were the offerings formed by phantoms. Blood flowed from the sacrificial's neck, and the blood mixed with the magma flowed into the grooves on the altar, outlining a strangely shaped torch that shimmered with an eerie light.

The red-robed old man raised his arms and shouted: "[Magma]! ”

The many figures under the altar: "[Magma]! ”

The frenzy pervaded, and the torch pattern flew out of the altar and into the air to devour the lava around it, like a desert traveler with a smoking throat encountering a kettle and gulping in revenge. The magma line inside the volcano descends at a rate visible to the naked eye. In the frenzied cries of the illusory figures, the torch pattern distorted and emitted an incomprehensible orange-red glow that bore a deep red shadow. As the magma line continued to fall, a powerful heartbeat suddenly came from the crimson shadows, the heartbeat was not loud, but it had the magic of shaking people's hearts, and it could be heard clearly even outside this supervolcano, as if the supervolcano itself had life. And when the magma line descends below the altar, the crimson shadow of the mass on the altar breaks through the invisible shackles, and the figure becomes clear, truly descending into the real world.

It was a red monster covered in scales and sharp horns, it was low and human-like, but terrifying.

The first thing He did in reality was to look up to the sky and suck the whale.

"Ahhh

"No!"

"Help!"

Fear is pervasive, screams are piercing, and faith collapses.

All figures were enveloped by a powerful attraction, and they spun in the air, forming a huge whirlwind in the shape of a funnel, mixed with red-hot magma, and poured into the monster's mouth.

After a few seconds, the inside of the volcano was calm.

The red monster patted his belly: "Hiccup! ”

(A small puff of flame comes out of his throat)

There is no doubt that He is Magma.

He did not leave the supervolcano immediately, but fell to the altar and sat for a while. The orange-red glow on the altar gradually dimmed, and finally died out completely.

At this moment, [Magma] looked up, and his gaze penetrated the turbid air and thick volcanic walls, spanning tens of thousands of kilometers, and taking in the three fleets lurking in the starry sky.

His pupils reflected the starry sky, and the center of the scene was a man with a medallion on his chest and a cup in his hand, and He felt no trace of divine power in this man. He blinked, and the starry sky vanished, turning back to a sulphur-yellow cloud.

Magma didn't feel the presence of the other Old Gods nearby, but a strong alarm rose in his heart, which made him feel very disturbed and irritated.

Just as humanity could not understand why the Old Gods could be revived after such a long slumber, neither could he understand why humans could go into space without divine powers, and still show a posture of encircling Him.

A strange string of syllables rolled out of His throat: "Damn it, you'd better pray that we don't find you." ”

What followed was a long list of ancient god foul mouths.

However, he scolded and scolded, but his voice was very low, and he kept looking left and right, obviously afraid of something, and he didn't even dare to mention the other party's name.

After a while, He grew tired of cursing.

He stood up and opened his arms: "Great shield, I offer my secret in the hope of redeeming the power I have deposited with you. ”

Before the words fell, an indescribable atmosphere descended on the altar. One of the beings in the shadows has made contact with Magma.

Magma said with a respectful expression.

When the words landed, a black crack less than a meter long appeared in the air, and the crack spat out a cloud of orange-red air.

The air swirled in the air for a few laps before flying towards Magma and burrowing into His body. Like a balloon that had been blown up, Magma rapidly expanded, eventually reaching ten times as tall as before, becoming a giant nearly thirty meters tall.

The black crack diameter disappears.

A golden conch appears in Magma's hand.

He put the conch to his lips.

"Woo~"

The surface of the conch is lit up with many runes.

Layers of ripples dyed with orange-red brilliance radiate around the center, accompanied by the ancient and melodious sound of conchs.

Flickering phantoms appeared in the corrugated places, including ornate palaces, wide streets, dense shops and towering altars, not only more and more, but also longer and longer in each flicker, and more real each time.

"Supervolo No. 4 has a violent energy reaction!"

"Suspicion that the old gods will be revived early!"

"The third tactical rehearsal has turned into a full-fledged operation!"

"Repeat!"

"The third tactical rehearsal has turned into a full-fledged operation!"

"This! No! Be! Perform! Practice! ”