The legendary mage's golem-making project is destined to consume an unimaginable amount of time and energy to study, it is a calm, tranquil and fulfilling subject, at least for punk, the dense runes and complex energy structures do not mean boring and boring, but rather beautiful notes dancing in the mind, and a magic-loving spellcaster will always be able to swim in the ocean of knowledge with pleasure, even if the process will last for more than 100,000 years............

However, the peace of the researchers in the magic tower is destined to have nothing to do with the "working boys" who go out to work, and in the long tens of thousands of years, the bloody war in hell has not only not stopped, but has intensified, and the young avenger who exists as a "foreign mercenary" is still active in killing enemies on the battlefield of "Belecios Rift" for thousands of years. ◢ With * dream * small ◢.1a

Unconsciously, Ganatika has even been fighting at the forefront of the bloody war for more than 43,000 years, although fighting with demons without brains really has no technical content at all, and killing stupid and stupid demon lords generally cannot be counted as the "legendary record" of legendary professionals, but Ganatika, who has killed three or four sub-lords along the way, is definitely a battle-hardened. Armor made from the thick skins of the Lesser Lords has been crippled in large chunks, and blades made from Abyssal Ore have even shown the slightest crack over the course of their long combat careers.

However, for Ganatika, who has improved in level and has a lot of experience, what he has been fighting for more than 40,000 years is still hazy and vague, just as he is now sitting on the top of the mountain of corpses and a sea of blood and looking around in confusion after a continuous war that lasts for about three years, the young avenger who fights every day in addition to fighting seems to feel that his mind has begun to become numb.

"I'm over 50,000 years old this year. Thanks to that sad memory, I still can't forget what happened 50,000 years ago, but ...... But as time goes by, why does a feeling of numbness fill my mind"?

Sitting on a large, fragmented demon corpse, Ganatika carefully wiping the long knife in his hand, his eyes were empty and thoughtful.

In the long battle of more than 40,000 years, the withdrawn boy still can't avoid the habit of talking to himself, his words are not only for the magic crow that has always been by his side, but also for himself, after all, demons don't know how to communicate, and the low-level devils with a strict hierarchy don't dare to communicate with powerful legendary powerhouses.

Moreover, after every battle, in addition to the magic crows flying around, there are no living intelligent creatures around Ganatika that can be used to communicate, the Abyssal Rift of Beraeus is one of the central battlefields of the bloody battle, this is simply a large super meat grinder, after every battle, the dark red corpses will be piled up into several mountains under the accumulation of many years, only the legendary powerhouses who have killed a whole group of invading demons can sigh the war on the mountains formed by the accumulation of corpses, and other creatures that are not strong enough can only become the inconspicuous cornerstone on the mountain of corpses。

However...... Even though Ganatika was speaking to his only "friend", the changed personality of the vector did not answer the new master's words, but only very loyally assumed the duty of vigilance, staring at the huge abyssal rift in the distance, as silent and ominous as an ordinary crow............

In this way, Ganatika could only wipe the rough long knife in his hand with a blank expression, and then began to stare at the abyssal rift in the distance with Vector and was stunned.

The demons are endless, and the next batch of invading demons will pour into hell from that blood-red rift without hesitation, and when the time comes, Ganatika, who is the head of the battlefield of Beresius, needs to respond to the battle in time as soon as possible, and cannot let the demons break through the battlefield border of Beresius.

It's like a boring game of attack and defense, the enemy rushes in, the fighter slashes hard to kill every creature in sight and then waits quietly for the next wave of enemies, the entire large army invading from the abyss is the target he needs to "slaughter", and only the few "little devils" who are lucky enough to be missed will be left to the "little devils" who defend the border.

This process has been repeated countless times in more than 40,000 years, and because the battle process with the low-IQ demon is too simple, Ganatika's twenty-fourth level of Legendary Warfighter has long been showing signs of stagnation, and now the only thing he can see is the resource number revealed on the crystal card presented by the "Candy Merchant"- Of course, these numbers will be cleared directly when they accumulate to a certain extent, which means that all the loot of the young avenger has been sent to the magic tower of a legendary mage in the plane of Faeron.

“............”

"Hello my friend, you don't seem to be in a good mood"?

Against the backdrop of the blood moon, a deep black breeze blew through the dark hell, and just as Ganatika used mechanical movements to clean the already clean blade little by little, a miserable white palm gently patted the young man's shoulder from behind.

Looking back, Ganatika saw a skinny young man with a bloodless face and huge horns.

That was undoubtedly the nominal employer of the legendary foreign aid - the Grand Duke of Oaklis.

"Alas...... You don't have to answer, your expression says a lot more than that............ Remember the advice I gave you on your first day in Hell? It's stupid and stupid to think about anything in the midst of a bloody battle, because it's a war that is known for its barbarism and brainlessness...... I can see that you are a very deep guy, well, more "deep" than most devils, but in too long a period of repressive killing, even the devil has to learn to relax himself, and of course you need to learn to put aside all your worries and relax enough."

As if by magic, he took out two large jars of crimson liquor, and the Grand Duke of Oaklis, dressed in the armor of black thorns, was already sitting beside Ganatika.

Although what was cushioned on the ground was the bloody corpse of a demon, the unruly Oaklis clearly didn't care about that.

I saw that he drank most of the bottle of liquor in one gulp, ignoring Ganatika's somewhat surprised eyes, and then looked directly at the young avenger in a faint tone and said:

"I can see that you are a person who understands hatred, and you are also a person who is very depressed, but you must understand that hatred can make people strong or crazy, and you need to manipulate the hatred in your heart, not let the hatred control you, let alone actively pursue hatred - especially in battle...... It's too stupid and too dangerous"!