The third level of the Abyss - the Exile Mountains.

The mountains and forests here are bare, and there are no living creatures here, because everyone knows that inside the mountains, there is an empty area, here, is the territory of the hungry lord, and inside, there is a real world, and there are many fanatical believers living here.

It is also the base camp of the Hunger Lords.

Only true gods can build the kingdom of gods in other planes, and the realm of gods in general can only be entered by believers with deep faith.

First, it is to ensure that the divine power of the gods will not be exhausted, and that it can be provided by a fixed power of faith.

Second, it is also for brainwashing.

If these fanatical believers stay in such an environment for a long time, the chances of natural rebellion will be very small, and their next generation, their children and grandchildren, will be influenced by the environment to become believers in this god, which is the practice of many gods.

They must ensure at least a certain amount of faith power.

The demigod realm cannot establish a god realm, because they are not really gods yet, so the base camp of the hungry lord is still in the third layer of the abyss.

"Huh?"

In the heart of the mountain, it is extremely prosperous, where many races live, and the symbolic buildings of the hungry lords stand tall and tall.

And in a lavish palace, a blood-colored carpet spreads all the way to the main hall, where thousands of living beings kneel and carry out the daily worship lessons.

They contribute the power of faith, and again, the Hunger Lord gives them back.

It's a reciprocal process.

A light voice slowly came from inside the main hall, but because it was controlled, no one could hear it.

The hall was empty, except for the wild and ferocious throne where a slightly lean figure sat cross-legged.

This is a woman, a female man, to be exact.

Her skin was dark, not tanned, but naturally dark, dry and cracked, and her long yellow hair was split at will, like a dry straw in autumn.

About three meters tall, next to the throne, there is a battle axe with the emblem of two interlaced axes engraved on it - the ancestral emblem of the female warrior of the tropics.

Obviously, the Hunger Lord's deity is a tropical warrior.

"Who is it? Who the hell is it that ruined my layout on Earth! ”

She stood up, her legs thin and terrifying, but the energy that erupted from her body was enough to destroy the world.

Just now, the Hunger Lord found that the last faint connection between himself and the believers on Earth had also been severed, which meant that all the believers there had died.

It is not ordinary believers who die, but more fanatical believers.

"Who's putting an end to my last glimmer of hope!" She was suppressed, her voice dry like wood.

The space is disordered, and if the heavens want to cut off a sword, all the gods will be affected, even if it is the supreme abyss master and the flame king, I am afraid that they will not be able to escape.

The sky slashes a knife, formless and colorless, this is the reincarnation of ten thousand epochs, the gods fall, the spirits rise, and the most chaotic era is coming.

"There is still time, there is still a chance, how many emperors are waiting for me to fall off the altar, but I will not let them get their wish."

"Storm City, this is my last chance." The Hunger Lord's side erupted with a terrifying aura, but it was all well restrained by him and did not affect the believers outside.

She was already a little uneasy, her divine power had been slowly weakening in recent years, especially recently, a large number of believers worshiped the power of faith every day, but she still couldn't resist the exhaustion of her strength.

The divine power is weakening faster and faster!

Although a demigod can have endless years, although the hunger lord has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, a long life, has witnessed too much, and occasionally gets bored, no one will not want to live because of boredom.

She still has one last hope, and that is in Storm City!

"My lord!"

Suddenly, there were ripples in space, and a black hole appeared, and from the black hole, a black eye the size of a human fist slowly emerged.

"MONOCULUS, what's the matter?" The Hunger Lord said nonchalantly.

The MONOCULUS is a special kind of demon that has only one function, which is surveillance.

Its eyesight can be described as the first in the abyss, it can penetrate layers of material barriers, and many gods will tame the magic eye and use it to monitor certain places.

Of course, this is rare, and only occasionally appears on the shadow plane.

The Hunger Lord has one.

MONOCULUS lowered its levitation slightly, it was well aware that its master was moody, and that even as an important MONOCULUS, it had been abused a lot.

"Master, it's a matter of your hometown." The Demon Eye said with some trembling eyes, whenever she mentioned the Hungry Lord's hometown, that is, the tropical female warrior of the fifth layer of the abyss, her temper was basically not very good.

"Oh? What's going on with them? The Hunger Lord sneered, the blood-red cloak behind her was windless, hunting, and a trace of impatience crossed her scarlet eyes.

"Let's tell the truth."

"Yes!" MONOCULUS lowered the height of the float again, "I see that they are performing a tropical ritual to awaken the Tropical Queen. ”

"Queen of the Tropics? Isn't that the ancestor of the Tropical Female Warrior? It seems that they haven't given up the pursuit of me, it's really ignorant, if I hadn't betrayed me back then, and thus joined other people's camp, they would have died more people, if I hadn't become a god, would the tropical female warrior still be alive now? ”

MONOCULUS didn't dare to speak.

Back then, the Tropical Warrior was hunted down by the Dreadknights, only because of a traitor, the now Hunger Lord, appeared among them.

Everyone knew that after that time, the Tropical Female Warrior originally had about 300,000 people, but in the end there were less than 10,000 left, and she was almost wiped out of the abyss by the Dread Knight.

The culprit is the hungry lord in front of him.

Not only did she steal the "Fear Badge", which symbolized the power of the Dread Knight, but in the end, she even joined the camp of the Evil Lord, escaped the catastrophe, and with the help of the Evil Lord, she used the power of the Dread Badge to get to her current position step by step.

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, they tried to summon the Queen of the Tropics, but they failed, and I don't believe they can succeed this time...... And the queen of the tropics is nothing more than the emperor. ”

The Hunger Lord sneered, her teeth were hideous, she had no sense of belonging to the Tropical Female Warrior, she was originally a wanderer, she had been in Fallen Leaf City for a long time, and after a long time, she was brought back to the clan by a Tropical Female Warrior.

"Go ahead!" The Hunger Lord waved his hand, and MONOCULUS left respectfully.

"Damn!" It wasn't until after the Magic Eye left that the Hunger Lord cursed in a low voice, "All of them came to deceive me, it seems that the tropical female warriors also know some inside stories, and they are making final preparations." ”

"With the advent of the turbulent era, the cultivation speed of living beings has accelerated, and it used to take decades to enter the transcendent realm, but now I am afraid that some geniuses can ...... in less than five years."

"God Butcher? Destroy the emperor? ”

The Hunger Lord smiled dismissively.

Those rising creatures are just stepping stones on the road to becoming emperors and gods for a few people.

Blood was abundant, corpses and bones were strewn, affecting the abyss and the heavenly realm.

"It's necessary to go find the Lord of Evil Chaos, I heard that the Celestial Candlelight Goddess has a tendency to shift her camp."

……

On the gravel-strewn road, the sparse population gradually increased, and the blood-red femme fatale halo was sprinkled little by little.

The climate here is a bit colder than in Storm City.

The remnants of the stars are like blood.

"Mr. Ye, it's here!" Drow shouted outside the carriage, Ye Mo's skeleton clone, the soul fire suddenly became vigorous, Kurosawa slapped his bone wings, flew out, and grabbed Drow is a violent beating.

"It's here, what's there to call it about." This guy has the gas to get up.

Skeletons also need what is called sleep, nothing more than a deep sleep of the soul.

"Roar!"

"I'll go, you white-eyed wolf, why are you protecting this bearded man."

Ye Mo shook his head, he shook his head helplessly, and felt the carriage stop, so he opened the soft curtain and looked outside.

It is a huge river valley, on both sides of the valley, mountains and rivers towering, smoky and steaming ice.

And in the middle of the valley, a huge, golden city, as if showing off its wealth, lay quietly there.

"Golden Shine Stone!" If Ye Mo had breathing, he would definitely gasp.