The bottomless abyss is a collection of all ugliness, evil, and chaos through infinite levels and countless variations. With the myriad layers spiraling downward, it comes down to the extreme of brutality. Conventional wisdom holds that the Abyss has 666 levels, though perhaps the true number of layers is much higher. After all, on the whole, the bottomless abyss is far more terrifying than conventional wisdom can encompass.

The animals and plants in the abyss are all aggressive, and the main intelligent life in them is a variety of demons.

There are many races of demons, and different abyssal planes often have different unique demons, their body structures are completely different, and they also have different abilities, but most of them have hand-to-hand combat abilities beyond humans and can use various types of spells.

Irascible and irascible and malicious, violent and immoral and unpredictable, demons are dedicated to destroying and destroying all things (including their own kind) as a lifelong pleasure, often invading other planes to bring destruction and fear. They resist order, and even the Abyss Lord can't keep them completely organized. Unless they are controlled by spells, they can never be united, nor can they have planned actions, and ideas one moment will be overturned the next. They are powerful and evil madmen.

Worms: They are the primary stage of demons and their favorite food.

The worm can grow to the size of a dragon without evolving (as long as it is not eaten or killed before then).

If it evolves (larvae can evolve by killing and devouring each other), it will change into other demons depending on the region and their own situation, such as small demons such as inferior demons and Rose bugs.

Demons can choose whether or not they evolve on their own. They can stay in their original demonic form to strengthen themselves, or they can continue to evolve. There is no unique process of demon evolution.

The demons in the abyss see visitors as a source of food or pastime. Some demons see powerful visitors as potential recruits (whether they want to or not) and plunge them into a never-ending war of demons against demons (who inhabit the nine layers of hell).

The depths of the bottomless abyss are beyond anyone's imagination, whether mortal or divine. Some of the most well-known levels are described below.

Except for being inhibited by certain levels of environmental conditions, vision in the bottomless abyss is normal. Moreover, unless otherwise noted, the infernal sun, phantom red light, or similar uncomfortable light shines on all levels of the bottomless abyss.

Each layer of the Abyss has its own unique, terrifying environment. Aside from their harsh, barren natural forms, there is no single tone that covers all the diverse dimensions. There may be lakes of corrosive acid, toxic smoke clouds, caves with razor-sharp spikes, and scorching lava landscapes. There are also less lethal terrains, such as scorching salty deserts, poisonous breezes, and insect-infested plains.

As the first layer of these levels, the Wanyuan Plain is undoubtedly the region with the largest population and the widest biological chain.

Abyss Plains.

The bottomless abyss is the top of countless levels. It was a barren land of birds, grass and dust, scorched in the crimson sun of hell. The dusty plains are interspersed with three landforms: the great abyss on the surface, the massive steel fortresses, and the River Styx.

These abysses at the top are portals to the deeper. Descent down certain abysses will soon lead the traveler to the relevant level, although it is extremely dangerous to jump into the abyss that leads to an unfamiliar plane of the bottomless abyss. Most of the abysses are two-way entrances, but some are only one-way, abandoning travelers who are trapped in new dimensions.

The Iron Fortress here is usually inhabited by powerful demons and their minions. These forts often served as staging grounds for demon legions on their way to never-ending bloody battles. Some of the biggest battles of the war took place in the Outer Realm and beyond, as well as in the nearby Outer Realm.

The River Styx meanders in this layer, with some channels pouring into the abyss, while others gush out sewage that acts as a tributary of the main stream of the River Styx.

As a vast plane, many dark creatures make a living here, in addition to the demons unique to the abyss, skeleton warriors, lichs, minotaurs, and sheep demons also make a living here.

Although the environment is harsh, there are too many camps here, large and small, scattered over the vast land, and the double lack of environment and food, which leads to the fact that fighting is a very common situation.

In this environment, there is no real sense of meat, and for a demon, in addition to his own race, other people such as sheep demons and minotaurs can be turned into food to taste.

And for the Minotaur, the demon is not a delicious ingredient, compared to the rotting corpses found in the wild, the meat of a demon is completely the most delicious delicacy.

Stand alone.

It is not suitable for this environment, in the face of provocation, there are only two ways to go, one, defeat, cripple, kill! Second, he was defeated by the other party, and he was crippled and killed.

There is no morality or ethics, and it is a never-ending killing ground.

This is killing.

However, no matter where, there will be some exceptions, just like the most important prestigious schools, there will also be some criminals is a reason.

In the abyss, there are also some races that do not make a living from killing.

Cat people.

This is a kind of half-orc.

Orcs have a hot-tempered and gloomy temperament. They would rather act than think, fight rather than argue. But the ones who succeed among the orcs are those who have enough self-control to survive in civilized areas, not the crazy ones. Orcs love simple pleasures such as feasting, drinking, bragging, singing, wrestling, drumming, and frenzied dancing. Educated pleasures such as poetry, elegant dance, and philosophy are not attractive to them. In the right type of gathering, orcs are talented.

Orcs love scars. They saw the scars left by the battle as a symbol of honor, and the scars for decoration as something beautiful. Scars are present on any orc living in or around them, and they are either a sign of humiliation for being enslaved and a former halfling master, or a mark of honor for conquest and high status.

And the half-orcs who represent this personality are lizardmen, gnolls, and some beings with ferocious beast genes.

The cat people, on the other hand, are the outliers of the orcs, they are not murderous or cruel, except when it comes to life, they rarely even attack the enemy.

Perhaps it has something to do with their character, they love peace, but in the abyss, this is clearly attributed to cowardice.

Not as timid as goblins, the timidity of the cat people is manifested in hiding and concealment, and in the event of a disaster, they are not thinking about how to resist, but how to avoid the enemy's aggression faster.

It's passive.

As a result, when the battle takes place, once the cat people are chased by the enemy, it indicates that there is a possibility of extinction.

The cat people in the abyss are already very rare, and the harsh environment is one thing, and the malice from the surrounding neighbors is also the main reason.

As their half-orc companions, the gnolls are particularly fond of invading this timid people, killing strong men and weak children, and then plundering the female cat-people as their own slaves, abusing them day and night.

It's an experience that doesn't work that way.

Few captives made it back to the camp alive, and soon after they were captured, their bodies were devastated, and when the novelty ran out, it was a sign that they might be killed alive.

There is very little food in this barren plain.

Occasionally, some animals can be seen, but they have all been demonized, even a mouse has dark red pupils and sharp fangs.

A cat-people's camp.

This is a tribe of only more than six hundred people, in the abyss, a tribe of this level is not even average, and among them, few people see older companions.

Where did they go?

The lack of food and the imminent fighting are the reasons for the disappearance of those who are old, and old age means losing the strength to take up arms, which leads to tragedy.

Abandonment, padding.

Of course, they will not be thrown out for no reason, only when the clan needs it, these abandoned people will take their luggage and silently go far away.

Hundreds of cat-people gathered around Le.

It's a very rare picture to see.

Fura stood in the crowd, as if waiting for something.

This boxing master who can twist his head off with a calm face in the face of the berserk demon, at this moment, she looks a little anxious, she looks back left and right from time to time, a pair of jade hands, more like nowhere to put it, I don't know where to put it.

All waited.

Wait, that long-lost promise.

Fula shared with her people what she had seen and heard in the human world, under the other party's conception, it was a world full of sunshine and hope, although there were many monsters, but as long as you worked hard, even the lowest survivors could eat a bite of food, and that's all, for the cat people, it was like a paradise place.

Does it really exist there?

Some are curious.

"Look!"

Anxiously waiting, getting an answer, just when everyone had been in this way for a certain amount of time, a black slit suddenly cracked on Fura's side.

This thin slit was like a ray of sunlight in the morning light, slowly cutting through the darkness, and in just a few seconds, a portal appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, some of the aid that had already been packed was sent to the land, which was a whole bag of rice, which could be made into rice after a simple washing and steaming, although it did not taste very good, but as long as it could save life, it was enough.

It's not a bag, under Du Men's research, the yield of rice has been greatly enhanced, and the entire economic development zone alone has as much as 100,000 catties of grain, not counting other vegetables, fruits, insects and meat.

With so much food, Chen Feng could fully support a war that would take a lot of time, because he had this ability.

More than 200 bags of rice were transported to this killing dimension in a short period of time, and the rice was delivered, followed by bags of potatoes.

Subsequently, some snacks, drinks, cold supplies, and finally some guns, ammunition, and crafted weapons were transported from this dimension.

In less than fifteen minutes, the entire square was filled with these supplies.

Fura bent down, cut through a package, and took out a bag of snacks containing biscuits, which she tore lightly, and then she took out a biscuit and waved it at the little girl beside her.

The little girl did not look very old, the hair on the top of her head was orange, her ears were a little upset when she saw Fra, and one of her tails hung down obediently.

An orphan.

Like herself, this girl named [Flower] had her parents killed in a battle, perhaps because of her sympathy, and Fura usually took good care of each other.

The little girl timidly took a few steps forward, looked at Furla, and when she saw the affirmative gaze of the other, she picked up the biscuit and put it in her mouth.

The biscuit melts inside the mouth.

The little girl's eyes widened suddenly, and she felt as if she was in a dream, because she had never eaten such sweet food.

In the past, when the camp was short of food, it even did not hesitate to catch worms, a fat worm, the taste can be imagined.

Some of them also smelled the biscuits and leaned forward, some looking at Fura in confusion.

I don't care about the eyes of the people.

Fura's eyes were completely attracted by the aid in front of her, the master did not deceive himself, in fact, the supplies in front of him had exceeded the initial expectations.

Food.

With this food, the tribe no longer has to carry the danger of hunting outside, and those who are older no longer have to commit suicide to reduce the burden on the tribe.

Patting the little girl on the head, Fura walked over to a wooden box, which opened with her fist, revealing dozens of reinforced guns.

"Bring it on!"

Fura commanded.

As the guardian of the clan, she has absolute rights.

A moment later, a bound kobold was brought up, this creature with a rosacea nose and an ugly face, still a little unscrupulous, perhaps because of the eating of the cat people, kept shouting, mostly some words of enslavement and revenge.

"Noise!"

A trace of impatience flashed on Fura's face, she raised her gun, pointed it at the kobold, pressed the trigger, and the three actions were done in one go, followed by a loud bang, only to see the kobold's head shattered, and he was killed directly.

The surrounding cat-people gasped, obviously shocked by what they saw!

Fura glanced at her people, then raised her gun high and said in unmistakable terms, "Fight!" We want to get back what belongs to us! ”

"Cat people! Not a slave! ”