What Lin Xiao never expected was that he did not return to the present world with the ruins of Nadarax, but because of some deviation caused by himself, he dragged the ruins and descended to Vitlian together.

The undead army is already ready to go.

In the array field under the royal city, the endless huge team, and the eyes of the servants waiting for instructions, Lin Xiao gave Xiao Qi five minutes to speak without interference.

The established history has been completely deviated.

Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba have always thought that the correction deviations, in fact, due to Lin Xiao's interference, these deviations will only intensify.

The world line, which runs through several worlds, is difficult to return to its original trajectory.

Even Xiao Qi couldn't explain why the ruins of Nadarax came here.

"In short, that's it."

Xiao Qi's weak voice explained.

Lin Xiao was also speechless.

In the silence, there is a subtle embarrassment.

He looked at Long Jun and then at Luan, and under the inquiring gazes of the two, he didn't know how to explain it.

"So, what the hell should I do now to get back?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Lin Xiao, I may need to leave for a while."

Xiao Qi said apologetically, as if he was ashamed that he couldn't solve the current matter because of his power.

"Huh?" Lin Xiao was puzzled.

"Xiao Qi doesn't know much about this kind of spatial coordinate directional advent, but I think there is a guy who should be able to help you!"

"I can go and find out, and if it works, I'll come back and report back to you when I find a way."

Lin Xiao frowned.

"How long will it take?"

He felt a little unaccustomed in his heart.

Xiao Qi's all-encompassing skills made him a little dependent.

Suddenly hearing such words, Lin Xiao's heart was a little reluctant.

"It won't be too long, I'll definitely come back as soon as possible, it's just that that guy's temper is not very good, and it may take a lot of time to communicate."

Xiao Qi said meekly.

Lin Xiao naturally had no reason to stop anything, until now, Xiao Qi was still seriously serving himself.

The night sky of Vitellian has a scene similar to that of the present world.

The same bright moon, the same night stars, seems to indicate that tomorrow will be a good weather.

The day after Xiao Qi left, Lin Xiao didn't plan to be idle.

He straightened out the information and train of thought in his head, and thought about it carefully for a long time.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with coming to Vitleyan, at least, even in this land, there are still some things that he has not had time to do.

For example—

In my memory, on the summit of the Pandara Mountains, there is an abyssal door that cannot be closed, but is sealed.

Good job！

It's just that before that, there are some "little troubles" that need to be dealt with.

The present, the Vitlian, and the abyss.

Putting aside the God's Forsaken Land, among the three worlds that Lin Xiao has been in contact with so far, the power level of the Abyss should be the highest.

Vitley deserves to be second, the last in this world.

It's just that what makes him a little puzzled is that the abyss has maintained an invasion posture for the present world and Vitlian all year round.

That's normal.

However, why could the current world, which has the lowest level of magic power, invade Vitlian under the rules of the dungeon?

This made Lin Xiao puzzled.

Sandwiched between the two worlds, Vitlian is like a helpless girl, although her strength is not weak, but for the guests who patronize, whether they are from the present world or from the abyss, they can only passively accept it, and cannot actively fight back.

This is...... Is it raised by the stepmother?

Lin Xiao couldn't figure this out for the time being, but in fact, since the advent was in Vitleyan, Lin Xiao could let go of his hands and feet to a large extent.

……

Misty forest in the early morning.

The rich water vapor decorates the whole green area even more verdant.

Hunters who roam the periphery all year round rarely venture into the depths of the Misty Forest.

And today, in this forest, almost untouched territory, will welcome a large number of high-spirited guests.

The Misty Forest, located in the heart of Cedera.

Under the defense of the six cities, the capital of Saidra - Arem, to the west, the Misty Forest is a natural barrier.

This is extremely unfavorable for the march.

It's easy to get lost, not to mention, with a large number of protists boarding, if you want to pass through here, even the most elite troops have to pay some price.

However, for the most elite knights of Cedra, overcoming these difficulties was not too difficult.

Morse, the head of the detachment, was making the final measurements on the map in his hand.

Judging from the eyewitnesses and the movements of the previous two days, he and the five thousand Flame Dragon Knights he brought with him were already quite close to the target point.

Two days ago, there was a huge earthquake in the Misty Forest.

Moreover, some even claim to have seen a dragon flying out of it.

In the hinterland of Sedra, and so close to the capital of Arem, His Majesty was quite cautious, and immediately sent his most elite and trustworthy knights over.

Knights, especially high-ranking knights, are different from transcendents in the ordinary sense.

Most of them don't have magical powers.

It's just that with the unique physical advantages of the Vitellians, coupled with the tempering of the will, the physical strength has been exerted to a terrifying degree.

Of course, among them, there are many dual-line geniuses who are proficient in magic and martial arts, such as the knight chief.

Morse is such a being.

In addition to the attribute values that are comparable to those of an A-level peak awakener, his own magic power has also touched the threshold of A-level.

Even in the entire Flame Dragon Knights, Morse is considered to be the strongest man second to none.

Compared to some ascetics in the Templars, they are not too reckless.

Day and night change, the sun rises in the east.

The sun shone into the misty forest, and the already humid air, with the rising temperature, left a faint layer of mist on the delicate and sturdy armor.

The fighting spirit and murderous aura exuded from the elite of the empire were attached to the water droplets, showing a kind of calm and majestic atmosphere.

The five thousand Flame Dragon Knights, even in this endless jungle, occupy a large area.

Morse was intently comparing the map in his hand, and suddenly, as if he had heard something, he raised his head vigilantly.

"What sound?"

Morse asked coldly as he looked into the depths of the jungle with a serious face.

It's just that the thick fog obscures the view, and you can't see anything at all.

The deputy took the horse two steps forward, only half a position wrong with Morse, and looked around as well.

"I didn't hear anything, my lord."

The deputy replied suspiciously.

"Shh

Morse made a silent gesture.

He was sure that it wasn't a hallucination, that he must have heard something.

And, with that voice sounding again, this time the distance was closer!

"Vigilance—vigilance!"

Morse closed the map, held the knight's spear aloft, and shouted the order.

But what happened suddenly did not allow the knights under him to react more.

The entire ground collapsed in an instant, and countless holes were in the ground.

Only then did Morse understand that the voice came from underground.

He didn't have time to think about it, and before his horse was about to fall, Morse threw away the knight's spear in his hand and drew the broadsword at his waist.

As he turned over and landed, the broadsword in his hand slammed towards the ground and went through.

The ground trembled slightly.

Under the fluctuation of magic power, a large area was covered by countless huge spiders.

What is this?

Abyss? Demon?

Morse frowned for a moment, and when he was about to seize the clue, several huge black shadows shrouded in the sky.

Dragon!

It's really a dragon!

His eyes suddenly glared at the boss.

It's just that these dragons in front of them are not exactly the same as they imagined.

The huge dragon body seemed to have been cut clean by a blade, leaving only a lonely skeleton, whistling through the air.

Bone Dragon?

Damn it, the undead!

Morse suddenly remembered.

In Vitellian's documentary, it was mentioned that thousands of years ago, the undead who set off a bloody storm on the entire continent.

It was Sedra again!

The endless haze instantly enveloped the heart of the regiment leader.

If this is the case, turmoil in the empire will inevitably occur.

What's more, according to legend, the evil existence that rules over these immortal ministers cannot be stopped even by the Sage.

Looking back, nearly half of the knights he brought with him had been dragged into the cave, caught off guard, wrapped in sticky and solid spider silk, unable to move.

The physical attack of the Flame Dragon Knight, for the bone dragon with extremely high physical resistance, can almost only be an itch.

After a mouthful of frost, several Yanlong knights turned into crystal ice sculptures in the sun.

The elites of more than fifty levels are not something they can fight against at all.

Morse carried his broadsword, and the magic power under his feet exploded, and he was about to fly towards the bone dragon in the air.

But it was only before he left that he faintly heard a soft sound.

"Click-"

It's that simple, and crisp.

Like, it's just a snap of your fingers.

But Morse's body seemed to be petrified, from head to toe, everywhere, weighing as much as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move at all.

How can it be!

He is the top group of people among the transcendental.

was so stunned by a ringing?

He diligently shifted his gaze towards the knights behind him.

The situation of the young men was much worse than his, and the knights, who had been extremely determined, fell to the ground stiffly on all fours as if their souls had been drained under the snap of their fingers.

A handsome young man with a pale face appeared in front of Morse.

He bowed slightly, gracefully bowing.

It's just that he said indifferently:

"Lord, please, come with me!"

Gabrires, the body of the young man in front of him, is surging with the aura that belongs to the Sage Lord.

……

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