The endless hot wind swept across the desert all the time, rolling up the sand and dust, and the visibility was almost zero. There are no greenery left in sight, only tenacious brown cacti and weeds lying on the ground. The two-fingered lizards retreated into their burrows under the rocks, escaping the relentless sun.

Far away from the city of Tyre, the witch king of Ankara, Sultan Malik, is inspecting his greatest creation, accompanied by his vassals.

All of the Primordial Warlock Rajat's apprentices were true geniuses, and Malik was no exception. The Witch Kings have all reached the pinnacle of their magical attainments, but at the same time, they can also be called their own strengths.

Among the many apprentices of the Primordial Warlock, the Witch King Karak of Tyre who is the best at prophecy magic, and the Witch King Abellachili of Ram City who is the most skilled in shaping spells. Dressos of Mystner was most obsessed with the mysteries of necromancy, while Nibennay of Nibenai was fascinated by the magic of illusion arcane...... As for Malik in Ankara City, what he specializes in is enchantment, a skill that is despised by many young mages who are new to the secrets of the arcane.

In terms of combat ability, Ankara's Malik Sultan is not particularly outstanding, and in a head-to-head confrontation he is no match for Ram's Abel Lachili, and in terms of far-reaching scheming, he is not as good as Karak in Tyre, and if it is said that he leads a large army in a duel, the Malik army blessed with enchantment spells is no match for the undead army of Dragos.

But in the Battle of Purification, the primordial warlock Rajat gave Malik one of his toughest tasks. "Exterminate the race of Atas spirit-sucking monsters. The war communicator commanded his beloved disciple. The latter said no, bowed deeply, and then turned to leave.

The 1,500-year-long battle of evolution has shown Malik's formidable strength. Although the tactics of the spirit suckers are unpredictable, they also have unpredictable mysterious psionic abilities. But the witch king was cautious, step by step, and wielded the advantage in his hand to the extreme. Countless times his army seemed to be cornered by the Psionic Monsters, and countless times he used his genius to use the most humble advantage to turn the tide of things.

One by one, the settlements of the Psicoccon were destroyed by the semi-mechanized army of the Witch King. It was a brutal war that dwarfed the war between any humanoid race. Due to their physical and psychological differences from humans, they cannot be captured and are not afraid of death, so every battle ends with the last Psivax falling and being killed.

For today's Atas, the Spiritsuckers have become legendary monsters, and their horror has become an absurd legend. But for humanity before the War of Purification, these otherworldly visitors were the world's most terrifying nightmares, ruthless killers from the depths of the Outlands.

The psions were tall, over six feet, with skin like cold purple elastic erasers and covered in a layer of reflective slime. They have octopus-like heads, and their chins are long with four thick tentacles that hang down to their waists. They can wield both psionic and magical abilities, making them the toughest enemies.

The leader of a psychic community is often referred to as the Mastermind. The Masterbrain is a large, bare brain, about six feet in diameter, soaked in a structure called a brain pool, and guarded by the oldest psionics. This main brain is the level organ formed by the fusion of the dead spirit sucking monster brain after it was taken out, and the collection of group consciousness.

Psychic monsters are hermaphrodites, and they secrete slimy egg sacs like frogs. Tadpoles hatch from the egg sacs, which attack each other and devour each other until they grow into a three-inch squirting stray creature that looks like a small octopus after a decade. A fully fertile tadpole then burrows into the brain of a humanoid through its ears, eats it, and transforms into an adult psychic monster.

In the most ** stage of the Purification War, all the Spirit Absorbing Monsters finally united. The mastermind formed by their convergence was so powerful that even the Witch King would not dare to confront it head-on. The psionic monsters used their psionic powers to break up Malik's army, and for a moment, it seemed that the latter's years of conquest were about to come to naught.

In this critical moment, Malik sacrificed the remnants of his troops, using their life force and his own magic to open the passage between Athas and the fire elemental plane. He begs for power from the terrifying beings who dwell in the realm of eternal burning. Finally, his begging was rewarded. The Elemental Prince and the Main Elementals, who are not controlled by thought, come to Atas to help the Witch King. Fire elemental priests also appeared in Atas for the first time. From then on, Malik began to call himself Sultan, a title modeled after the god of the fire element, Asidon Arachi bin Razan, the god of fire, the scorching ruler, the fire of truth, and the depressed dictator.

After being hit by the elemental army, the spirit-absorbing monsters were finally exterminated in Atas.

At this time, the battle for purification was nearing its end. Malik looked around the world, and now his colleagues were close to completing their work. The elven empire is crumbling, the dwarven regime no longer exists, and the orcs, goblins, ogres and other races are extinct.

And the world has been destroyed by this time, the oceans are almost completely steamed, and large swaths of forests are gone. What was once a place of fertile soil and grasslands is now an endless stretch of yellow sand as far as the eye can see. The unlimited abuse of magic has drained the life of this world.

"Have we finally won?"

"Will the blue and pure age come again?"

For both of these questions, the primordial warlock chose not to answer.

It was at this time that Malik realized that the battle for purification was a war without a winner. Even if humanity eventually triumphs over all the alien races, they will only stand on the largest piece of the broken world.

Atas is beyond salage, Malik - the Spectacle Exterminator thinks, but its people must live.

With the Primordial Warlock and other witch kings behind his back, the Sultan began to consider emigrating to other worlds, and over the years he had used magic to navigate many planes, and had set foot in some of them himself. Many of them are better suited for survival than Atas. But unfortunately, the plane teleportation spell consumes too much life force, and even if the vegetation of Atas is exhausted, it will not be able to teleport enough people to colonize other worlds.

That being the case, an airship capable of plane travel is the only option.

But one puzzle after another arises, and the huge magic ship capable of interdimensional migration requires unimaginably large resources to build. Attath had always been forged from the scarcity of metal, and Malik didn't want his plans to be thwarted by the Primordial Warlocks and his colleagues.

To solve this problem, the Sultan secretly built several small magic ships and shot them into space in search of useful resources. But he was disappointed by reports from the magic ships, and the similarly lacked resource-rich asteroid belts in space in Attas's field, and the Sultan's immigration plans seemed to be on hold.

Just when Malik was almost desperate, the crash of a probe spacecraft miraculously gave him hope.

Shortly after the Yusuf Haas Hajifu 9 magic ship was launched, its core suddenly went out of control. Before the ship could leave the Atas atmosphere and enter the Phlogiston Sea, it fell headlong and crashed into the depths of the desert.

It would have been a trivial matter, and Malik only shrugged his shoulders when he heard the report of the loss. But what happened next surprised the Witch King.

The resource detection circle on Hajifu 9 was not damaged and was working normally even after the crash. In this way, it sent an exciting message to the Witch King, and near the crash site, a huge vein of metal had appeared in history.

Malik immediately rushed to the crash site, and it was now confirmed that in the depths of the desert, which was once thought to be a scarce metal, there were indeed unparalleled veins.

Further investigation revealed that the vein was originally a crashed metal comet. According to exploration, it is approximately an oval in shape, with a length and diameter of nearly 30,000 feet. Moreover, these meteorites are of extremely high quality and are the finest natural materials.

The Sultan kept this secret, and then he built his own city on this vein, which he named Ankara.

From that day to the present, the work on building a giant interdimensional immigration ship has never stopped. Day and night, the tinkling of the hammer always seems to be non-stop. This is the only place in the desert where there is a real industry, Ankara is like a giant beehive, and the people here live for only one purpose, which is to complete the great plan of the Witch King.

Huge iron-smelting blast furnaces rose from the ground one by one, and the Witch King summoned powerful fire elemental elders from the fire elemental plane, binding them here and becoming a part of his industrial machine. Earth elements and construction machinery work together to create a huge dry dock that serves as a spaceship assembly space. It was five palesans long, like an ugly scar on the earth. Thanks to the Witch King's magic, its secrets were not revealed by too many people. In this dry dock, the Sultan's migrant ship took shape.

This immigration ship was named Leviathan by the Sultan, also known as the Giant Troll. Measured in the units of the earth, it is twenty-one thousand and forty meters long, three thousand and forty meters wide at its widest point, three thousand five hundred and sixty meters high from the keel to the deck, and has a total displacement of a terrible three hundred seventy-seven and two million tons.

Theoretically, the horizon as far as the eye can see is about 4.7 kilometers away. So standing on the amidship deck of the Troll, one could not even see the ship and the stern. For example, even if you ride a horse and gallop, you have to use an hourglass to get from one end to the other.

The Giant Troll appears to be roughly a cuboid, with a huge bridge at the back towering like a castle. The ship at the front is streamlined, and the stern at the rear has huge thrusters. The megaship was designed to require 48,000 crew members to operate. Its massive cargo hold could hold 240,000 immigrants, provided they were all soaked in psionic extracts that would stop time.

It is also heavily armed, with the exception of the ship's hull, which is made of meteorite and strengthened with enchantments. The entire ship was filled with countless defensive and offensive maze formations. Eight hundred enchanted crossbows were clamped on its deck, and the Satili Cannons of Tyr were copied on the ship, a full four hundred.

The main material of the ship is enchantment-enhanced meteorite, and in order to process this material, Malik purchased a large number of dwarven slaves and used their ability to craft enchanted weapons to build the ship. The dwarves under the Sultan's rule had the opportunity to create miraculous creations that their ancestors could not have imagined, but it is difficult to say that they were lucky. Because the Witch King forbade his slaves to leave the dry dock, the only way to leave was to die.

But even with the help of magic and countless skilled slaves of all races, it was an industrial marvel that was so arduous that it was almost impossible to accomplish. From the Battle of Purification to today's Attas, construction has been going on for thousands of years, and it is still not finished.

In the process of construction, countless engineering problems emerged. In order to achieve the required yield strength and tensile properties of the hull, Malik Sultan realized that meteorite was not enough, he also needed a large number of trace elements such as manganese, chromium, molybdenum, titanium and tungsten.

Fortunately, Sudan has an easy access to these trace elements.

That's the money.

At the time of the Purification War, Attas' currency consisted mainly of copper, silver, and gold. Due to the limitations of the minting process, these coins in circulation have a lot of impurities. For most people, impurities in coins are a nuisance, but for Malik Sultan, he couldn't ask for them.

For thousands of years, Malik in Ankara has disguised himself as a complete miser, a money-seeker. It was thanks to his vigorous acquisitions that copper coins became extinct from Attas and were replaced by pottery coins. After that, he encouraged caravan trade, manipulated finances with the princes and princesses of Ram, and even took money from the witch king Nibenai to join forces to take out Hamanu, the witch king of Ulrik City. The world thinks that he is just a complete money addict, and no one can know his true face.

When Malik collected the various metal discs from the various city-states and brought them to the city of Ankara, he melted them all down to extract the trace metal elements in them. Strengthened by both magic and engineering, and after thousands of years of toiling by countless workers. The Giant Ocean Troll, a huge and unique magical immigration spaceship, has finally taken shape in Ankara City.

All technical difficulties were overcome, except for one.

"Ah," said Sultan Malik, touching his bulging belly. At this time, he looked like a successful businessman, with a fat head and big ears, and a kind face. The Sultan wore a bright yellow satin robe, sandals, and a bright red Fitz hat on his head. "Still unsuccessful?"

The Templar in charge of overseeing the work wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Unfortunately, Your Majesty, the trial operation of the fusion furnace has failed again. ”

The Sultan took a peach-like fruit from his entourage and put it in his mouth. The juice of the fruit was stained on his beard, so he took out a handkerchief with fine embroidery of gold thread and wiped it. "You do understand that if there is no power system, this ship is a pile of scrap metal, right? Not to mention the Tianrong cannon that I planned to install. ”

"Without this ship," Malik spat out the pit. "Sooner or later, we will have to die with this dying world. I will not allow thousands of years of hard work to come to naught. ”

The Templar looked up nervously, and quickly and unobtrusively glanced at the expression on the Sultan's face. They were located on the upper floors of the dockyard, where they had an unobstructed view of the Giant Troll, which was nearing completion. Countless shipbuilders are putting the finishing touches on outfitting and debugging, moving in and out of the gigantic hull like little black ants busy around a dinosaur corpse.

Due to the staggering size of this transdimensional giant, it cannot be driven by any conventional means. So Malik pinned his hopes on the technological miracle that the ancient halflings had achieved, simulating the power of the sun. He designed the fusion furnace in the hope that it would drive his brainchild, but at the moment, the situation is not promising.

"Your Majesty, we've done our best!" the Templar stammered, for fear of drawing the wrath of the other party. "But no matter how we commissioned, the fusion furnace never ran reliably. We fear that if we force it, it could lead to a big explosion. ”

"Is the power of the sun really so difficult to simulate? Malik's words seemed to be asking the other person rhetorical questions, and it was also like talking to himself. "Magic is omnipotent, so why haven't I been able to break through this last problem?" he said, taking another piece of fruit and chewing it in his mouth.

"Your Majesty, let your subordinates be courageous. Seeing that the Sultan was not angry, the Templar mustered up the courage to propose the Sultan. "Throughout the ages, only halflings of the Blue Age have ever achieved the power to harness the sun. Maybe we have to study the ...... they left behind"

"Yes, yes, Pure Fortress, right. Malik interrupted his subordinates impatiently, and threw away half of the fruit. "Of course, I've heard the legend of the Teal Age, how, in desperation, the ancient halflings used the power of the sun from the Pure Fortress to wipe out the Red Tide in one fell swoop. ”

"But do you think I haven't thought about exploring the Pure Keep? If I had been so negligent, I would have lost all my money and closed the door. The Sultan said. "But across the Salt Sea...... Sue me, if I leave the city for a few years, how many workers will rebel?"

"Your Majesty, all of you are infinitely loyal to your leader. They undoubtedly ......" the Templar wanted to explain.

"They will undoubtedly shout to their faces about my wise rule, but behind their backs they are ready to start a rebellion. Malik waved his hand in disgust. "These untouchables always complain that I hate them too much, but they don't see the big prospects. I'm saving the lives of their children and grandchildren. For a little profit, but he did not hesitate to lose all his pants in the end...... Just like you. ”

"Your Majesty!" the Templar was taken aback. "The subordinates have no resentment, and the subordinates ......"

"You don't want to be a rich peddler, you're not a good businessman. Fuck off, even if the civilians don't dare to rebel, I'm worried that the other witch kings won't beat me up before I'm away. The Sultan motioned for the Templars to retreat.

In front of the eyes of the lord of the city of Ankara, the giant ship stands majestically. As soon as the powertrain is complete, it can leave the dying world with the Witch King himself and his men, as well as his slaves and allies, in search of a new primary material plane to colonize.

Maybe I should consider a trip to Pure Fortress, Malik thought to himself, and I shouldn't make any big baskets out of it if I went back and left a mock-up in the city.

The Salt Sea is vast, and where the Pure Fortress is, it cannot be found without careful search. Life was extinct there, and it was difficult to cast spells, so the witch kings never set foot there. But Malik had a flying ship at his disposal, and after thinking about it, he felt that he had enough obsidian orbs in stock to leave before his life force ran out.

But before he does, he takes steps to make sure his city is safe. Not all Witch Kings are ignorant of his plans, and some may want to take the ship for nothing.

"Has the expedition to Ram City sent back any information?" the Sultan asked his other entourage.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The attendant replied. "The damage assessment shows that about half of the Ram survived the Witch King's battle against the puppeteers. Most of them took refuge in the Tyres, led by Prince Benedict and Prince Corwin. But we also managed to win over some people, including the leader of the Ram Templars, Princess Deirdre. ”

"Okay, that's right, that's it. The Sultan pouted. "She'll prove herself to be a useful tool. I'm going to get ready. ”

"And Delagos, who thought everyone had been deceived by him, but I knew all about his little tricks. ”

"Yes, Pure Fortress, I'll find it. Malik muttered to himself. "Because I'm going to save the world. ”

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After much hardship, Muhadi's small team finally reached the location of the Pure Fortress.

They traveled from one ancient island to another, as if roaming from one mountain to another. Thanks to Camilla's incredible ability to survive in the wild, they were able to find water on the verge of death and struggle to continue their journey.

"Now, we need Amal's talent to help us open the gates of the fortress. I touch the mechanism inside. Satili looked tired and told everyone. "Be careful, except for the deadly traps left behind by the ancient halflings. There are also guards here. ”

"What guards. Muhadi felt that his life had been overdrawn, tiredness seeped into his bones, and his brain was buzzing, reminding him of his depletion.

"In the Battle of Purification, before the ocean disappeared, the primordial warlock was here. Coral Witch introduced gently. "It is not known what his purpose was, but according to the records, he left seven guards to guard the place. ”

"Sue me for what kind of monsters, I cut them in half. Muscle Daddy fell on the sand, gasping for breath.

"Arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and**. Sadiri said. "It's for the Seven Sins.

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