Eighth, it is warm and cold

The surface of the entire Yanyun Continent is constantly shaking, and the gray, white, and black clouds in the sky are gathering and scattering, and suddenly drifting away and reappearing, its frequency is so high, as if the slides are stacked one after another, and the sense of the coming of the end times lingers in everyone's hearts, and this process has lasted for more than two hours.

Except for a very small number of players or teams who have reached the critical stage of the mission, there are almost no players in the field map, more than ninety percent of the players are in the main city or the open-air market, and there are various derived magic spaces, and the players in the player's fortress have long been evacuated.

Almost everyone was staring wide-eyed, pricking up their ears to listen to the system announcements that were repeated, lest they miss the word "update".

The system announcement played a word game today, and the gorgeous and sweet female voice spoke quickly and slowly, making all kinds of predictions and interpretations of the current situation, but she kept bypassing these two words.

Players are anxious and eager, this update has been briefly explained on the official website, forums, etc., and there is a video content of the expansion for reference, and the endless new domain will pour out after the update, and a richer and magnificent new world of the Demon Road is just around the corner.

But the process has been more than anyone expected.

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Underground.

Outside the collapsed and wide gate of the Battle King's Palace, it was quiet, without any tremor on the surface of the continent, and countless sword souls were floating in the low sky, as if affected by the gravitational source of some kind of black hole, forming a circle of sword formations flying in a circle.

And the number of these life-like sword souls is huge and abnormal, like the number of sand in the Ganges River, and the state of flying is also changing from time to time, and the distance between each group of sword formations has become more and more distant, from the initial distance of half a yard and a number, to a distance of tens of yards, hundreds of yards, miles, and dozens of miles.

As if being continuously pushed by an invisible force, the invisible black holes in the ground produced a strong repulsion between each other, pushing the circle of sword formations apart more and more, and the violent sound of sword roars that lingered around the scene gradually passed away.

More than three hundred demon generals stood or sit, some lowered their heads, some stared at the ruined lintel of the War King's Palace for a moment, and more eyes followed the sword soul array that flew away. Although the atmosphere on the field was more solemn, a looming joy was in the air.

The form of these generals is not the same as that of a humanoid, some have horns on their foreheads, some have fleshy wings on their shoulders, and some have tree-shaped, pillar-shaped, and stone-like forms, some are incredibly huge, and some are small and slender and constantly bouncing in place all the time, Cold Storm feels a little funny in his eyes, and he has been observing these generals who are either entities or spirits.

To this day, he still knows that although in the Demon Dao, these warriors are his kind, but compared to the most outstanding Demon Race, he is still different after all, he is the most special one! He's not an artificial intelligence, he's from the real world, and even if he can't go back to that familiar human life, at least, he has memories of the real world.

The War King Orren has been resurrected, and all the generals present have been passed on by Ai Fei'er, and a huge number of sword soul arrays have been flying and dispersed, and they have witnessed it from the side. So at this time, Ai Fei'er didn't come out of the dormitory of the War King's Palace, what are these two generals doing?

The War King is intensively planning, how to pry the splicing of the remains of the dungeon, and then appear in the Yanyun Continent, and the Sword Soul Array is the pathfinder of the War King.

All the generals conjectured, except for the Cold Storm.

He felt that Ai Fei'er and Orren, who had crossed thousands of years, finally had a happy ending, these two must be kissing me and me at the moment, and he guessed which step he had reached at this time?

At this thought, Cold Storm couldn't help but think of his real life. In middle school, he developed relatively late, only more than 150 centimeters at the age of fifteen, extremely inconspicuous in school, and accidentally met the fierce senior sister who was two orders higher than him, at first he was disdainful, in addition to teasing is ridicule, and later learned that his excellent family background, extraordinary identity, attitude immediately came to a 180-degree turn, that is called a caring and considerate, gentle as water, 100 obedient, Zhuo Langyi will be in the wealthy family's suppressed anger, completely vented on this senior sister.

Where did this senior sister go later? With Zhuo Langyi's understanding of her, she is either engaged in a call girl or is supported by a rich man, and these two ways out are the most suitable for such a woman.

Zhuo Langyi is not overly attached to women, and his performance outside is a wooden image of an IT otaku, in fact, his interest in the use of computer data is not as strong as he shows, the ideal woman in his mind is beautiful, generous, kind, and more intelligent in life, just as he first saw He Fangjing's feeling, shocked by heaven, vowed to win! Of course, he understood now that it was a delusion.

Wu Qiutong gave him special care, but Zhuo Langyi's emotional tendency always depends on value judgment, including all the women he has encountered before and after, they are just playthings for him.

Cold Storm suddenly remembered something, it was an extremely important event, and the large group of demon generals around him, in full view of everyone, he quietly and carefully observed it.

Loaded by Liu Xiaodong's technical means, Zhuo Langyi's game character has been possessed by the demon warrior for many days, and at the same time, his mind is focused and cautious, but it is quite muddy, since he does not dare to go offline, there is no problem with urinating and urinating, and as a plot character Demon general, there is no setting in this regard, how about the Terran NPC, he doesn't know for the time being, but the demon clan obviously doesn't need to eat, drink and Lazar, and those organs have completely become ornaments in terms of basic metabolic functions.

After a long while, Cold Storm finally put his mind at ease, his organs were still there—at least in the Demon Dao, he had the basic abilities of a man, and when his thoughts touched the women of the past, those vivid faces and seductive postures, until He Fangjing's beautiful smile, he knew more clearly that his function was still there.

How many uses this function has, in fact, Cold Storm is also ambiguous in his heart, and his goal when using the function in the future will be a female NPC or a female player, he is even more difficult to determine.

For a while, all kinds of unspeakable ideas emerged.

Just as the cold storm was thinking wildly, with a screeching sound, a dazzling sword light swept from the bottom up, like a hurricane that destroyed the world, and the broken bricks and piles of sand outside the palace gate of the War King flew in the air, turning into powder and scattering one after another.

"Warriors of my clan, my lords, please help me!"

A huge sound resounded through the underground world, and the cold storm suddenly woke up.

The surging consciousness was forcibly loaded, it was countless fragments of memories that had been devastated, the scene of the millennium war was immediately clear, the demons and the human race faced each other majestically on the battlefield, fierce battles, long killings, stumps with red, green or black blood swirling between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, all this was condensed in the memory of the race, and even Cold Storm, a realm of consciousness that was both human and demonic, was vigorously promoted by the hatred rooted in the depths of the soul, and naturally exerted the most powerful power in his life.

This force erupted, and the cold storm barely felt that it was effectively manipulating, and the sound of buildings collapsing one after another could be heard in the distance, and the place where the collapse was surging by a large stream of seawater, and it was instantly submerged.

The dreamlike scene exists only in the consciousness of Cold Storm, only in his imagination.

All the demon generals, including the war king Orlun, were trying their best to push the remnants of the underground palace to be spliced together, in order to intensify the last wisp of the idea left by the Demon Venerable, and integrate the Demon Emperor Palace into one, and then present it on the surface of the Yanyun Continent.

Only the cold storm knew the result of its changes, and the plates of the Yanyun Continent, in the dynamic process of the Demon Emperor Palace's appearance of the surface, were drifting towards the depths of the Endless Sea with the huge system of waves of sea water surging and heating, the flow of lava underground, the spread of air currents, and the changes of trade winds.

(End of chapter)