What can be both a blessing and a curse at the same time? Salvation and destruction?

In all respects, that's what Zhao Kun is doing now. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The reckless and reckless use of magic has drained much of the planet's life force. Plants withered to black ashes, animals and people were damaged, and land was looted...... The land that can no longer give birth to anything is rapidly desertifying. The hot, arid planet is covered with endless seas of sand, lifeless salt flats, rugged wastelands, rocky wastelands, thorny bushes, and worse.

More than seventy percent of the land here is completely uninhabited, the surface of the planet is completely desertified, water is scarce, and vegetation is rare. From the moment of dawn, the crimson sun shone freely in the sky. The temperature can bake bread in the wind, and the dust carried by the wind makes everything covered with yellow sand. A few times a year of rain is enough to serve as the foundation of the city, and many places that have not seen rain for many years are filled with herdsmen, robbers and hungry monsters.

The population of intelligent life on the planet is only about 40 million, including rare races such as humans, elves, Murs, dwarves, mantismen, and birdmen. And that number continues to decrease. The desert and wasteland are full of murderous bandits, greedy slaves, and hordes of cruel savages. The city is no better than that, thirteen...... Well, now it's twelve tyrants of eternal youth who are clutching everyone's throat, from slaves to merchants, and death is everywhere in the city.

In short, this is a time of despair for all life except the Witch King.

Therefore, Zhao Kun's behavior of wanting to use them to find that rift and build a portal was actually in line with the needs of the people of Guangben Planet. It is a portal that represents the direction of the development of the advanced productive forces of the planet, the direction of the world's culture, and the fundamental interests of the broadest masses of the people. Human life in this world is worthless, and the risk of going to a rich planet is simply not worth mentioning than taking it here and waiting to die.

If Zhao Kun's plan is completed, the people of this planet will get the "rich" new life they dream of, which is a blessing. And what they will encounter on the other side of the space-time gate will also be a curse.

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With the force of force and the water resources that the World Tree extracted from the depths of the planet, Zhao Kun's rule not only began, but also expanded rapidly.

But it was only after the other Witch Kings came to the door that really made his plans grow faster. The Witch Kings were neither blind nor deaf to turn a blind eye to something as big as Tyre. Zhao Kun soon intersected with the power of the Witch King, and added a heavy stroke to his battle results column. There are even two new witch kings who have turned into fertilizer.

The Witch Kings had no way to extract life force from the sacred tree at this moment, and on the contrary, the infinite oil under the planet was transported by a special root system and turned into a pool of magical energy.

To put it simply, the Witch Kings lost out on energy and that eerie space-time magic.

By the time everyone finally sat down at the negotiating table, the Witch Kings had become eleven.

Zhao Kun describes to them everything about the other planet, with a focus on endless resources, perfect environments, ubiquitous magic webs, and even greater power. The planet lacks metal, and most weapons and armor are made of bone, stone, wood, and other similar materials. Chainmail or plate armor only exists in the Witch King's treasury. Steel blades are almost priceless, and some heroes have never seen such weapons in their lives. This is not the case in Torrell. There are also magic nets, various magical materials, energy and other resources, as well as the hope of becoming a true god......

Fertile land, clean water, lush vegetation, healthy animals, abundant magic...... Water, food, killing, power, this is a more perfect planet than Asta tens of thousands of years ago.

The Faceless Ones are accurate in their judgment. Their eyes, some red and shining, some earnestly brown, were staring at him, and he saw the hope on their faces...... And greed.

And so, the work began.

First, they need to distract people who are struggling to survive, and to retrain their troops and reduce mortality. Zhao Kun clearly understands that a dwindling population is not good for advancing into other worlds.

- No one knows what they will encounter on the other planet, and cannon fodder is always good in the face of possible resistance and enemies. The world's eleven remaining kings must be prepared to conquer a new, perfect planet. After all, the difficulty of building a country from scratch is very different from building a country from its foundation.

The Witch Kings jointly issued a proclamation to gather their best warriors for open one-on-one or squad gladiatorial battles. The same goes for slaves, the victor will receive freedom, food, clean water, and of course, honor, prestige, and the ability to join the Witch King's joint expeditionary force.

Secondly, they need to find that rift, and then Zhao Kun will build a portal to connect the two worlds.

This is not a secret job, and the portal must be large enough for the Witch King and their troops to pass through. Moreover, the passion and challenge of the arena battles, as well as the grand rituals that go into building this portal, also help to divert some attention from the endless exhaustion of the whole day. Even the information of that planet began to spread among the ruled.

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As far as Zhao Kun's eyes could see, the slaves were all working with their heads down. The male **** upper body, the female is almost the same, the beads of sweat on their skin are shining in the blazing sun. The Overseer's roar contrasted sharply with the silence of the Templars.

When the rest of the Witch Kings joined forces, it became easy for them to find something. Zhao Kun didn't do anything, just gave some knowledge, and spent the rest of the time in the tree hole of the World Tree on the former Elf Holy Mountain, which was named "Lingtai Fangcun Mountain" (this tree hole was named the Leaning Moon One Star Cave by him, and also hung a Leaning Moon One Star Flag), and the witch kings quickly completed their work and found the abandoned rift.

The path to the chasm was almost in a straight line from the World Tree, paved with stones, and the building equipment was easy to move around.

The shape of the four large platforms at the chasm is based on the design of the halfling. The Faceling's original design has been altered with a few changes, surrounded by the now familiar spikes. Between every two spear-like spikes in the sky, there is a statue of a witch king.

And the most intimidating is the fourth platform, a little far behind the third. This platform is the cornerstone of the portal that Zhao Kun has always said. Two massive stone slabs stand on top of a third to form an original door. The stones here are not placed in natural shapes at first, but are carved with eerie images on both sides, as well as some serpentine carvings.

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The day has finally arrived.

Throughout the night, the Witch Kings stood in a circle, ready to activate the door. Several Templars took it upon themselves to carve the last few heraldic stones of the portal's pedestal. Once they're done with their work, they'll be killed when they turn around and smile at each other while wiping the sweat from their faces. The blood of the glyph engraver will make the glyph complete and exciting, but the unfortunate outcasts will never be the last to die here.

The dawn was like fire, interspersed with crimson and orange, and the air was solemn and filled with an oppressive atmosphere. In the last few days of the portal's completion, other tasks were also completed. After several months of preparation, the army was ready to go. The army, which had not fought side by side since its establishment, was gathering and rearming, and stood under the banner of the great Oblique Moon and the army of freed slaves of the desert nomadic tribes who had been recruited.

The Witch Kings gathered their forces around here. They assembled, army after army.

Although his plans were much more than simple expeditions, he was pleased to see what he saw. They are glorious! The blazing sun fell on them, the great banner fluttered in the wind, and their faces were full of longing. If everything goes as Zhao Kun planned, it will be a turning point on the road to greatness. The drums sounded, deep and primitive, trembling along the Great Earthquake, through the rocks, and through the marrow of the tribe. As they began to march, many of them raised their heads and roared, and naturally walked in a neat pace.

The Faceless One is in no hurry to get over. Once they've all assembled in front of the portal and started casting spells, he'll teleport there with magic. Now, he wanted to watch the expeditionary army march along the wide paved avenue.

Standing in front of the portal is a hapless member of the opposition - there will always be people who want to rebel against the Witch King.

The portal has been completed and looks both beautiful and terrifying. Two cloaked statues stood guard on either side of the portal, standing in front of the crowd, right next to the gate, their eyes glowing red with magic or advanced technology. A sinuous creature statue hovered at the top of the door, its jaw wide open to barre fangs and sharp, lizard-like claws that bulged from its neck to its torso.

The Witch Kings were now chanting something, and to the surprise of those who stood far away, the Faceless appeared before them. And when the ceremony is done. He turned around again and again, and began to lecture the entire expeditionary force.

"Today is a glorious day for the Asta!" He shouted. "You have all witnessed the construction of this portal, praising the craftsmanship of the craftsmen and watching how it stands as a symbol of glory. Now, I'm going to show you what I've ever seen. He pointed to the arch. Far, far away, on a planet called Torreel, I have an ally. He proposed that we go to his continent. It is green and verdant, full of clean water and fat prey. And most importantly, we will continue the glory and ecstasy of our killing. If someone tries to stop us from occupying their land. We will destroy them. Their crimson blood will flow on our blades! ”

"At this moment, let's get started." He gestured to the rebel captive. "Blood as the purest gift to those who have given you great power. As the lives of our enemies pass, we will open portals and step into a glorious new world - a new chapter in Asta's history! ”

He approached the tied old man, who looked at him with a vacant look in his eyes. The Faceless One held up a dagger encrusted with gems, which glittered in the sunlight.

Blood gushed out. The earth rumbled beneath their feet, a deep, piercing sound that shook their bones. Everyone began to stare at the portal. A moment ago, one could see through the arch the landscape behind it, but now it was dark, swirling with stars, like a crazy night sky. Even the witch king's eyes were drawn to the sight. As he watched, the darkness shimmered and organized into a scene that frightened and bewildered him.

As Zhao Kun meant, this is a beautiful continent, rich and full of fat prey, fertile land, and clear blue skies. At first glance, it's a much better place than their homeland.

The chatter in the crowd grew louder. The Witch Kings were clearly trying to hide their own shock, too. He waved his hands to silence everyone.

"Torrell is a big planet, just like our world!" He shouted. "You all know how different places look. I'm sure it's the same for that world. Behold, this is another land that really exists! It's real! You guys! The Faceless pointed to the two dozen heavily armed Templars standing next to the portal. They focused their attention. "You have been chosen to be the first pioneers to survey this new world. Go ahead! ”

The Templars hesitated for only a moment, then resolutely ran through the portal.

Those sights were gone.

"They're our scouts," Mr. Zhao said. "They're going to bring back news of the new world."

Before the assembled army could really start feeling anxious, the inside of the portal reappeared, and the death squads quickly passed through again. They were all grinning, and more than half of them were carrying the carcasses of large animals. One is some kind of reptile, with scales covering its entire body and a long tail, stubby legs, and a huge mouth. The other is a four-legged fur thing with sharp claws on all four feet, a long tail and small round ears, and spots on the smooth yellow skin. Both creatures appear to be healthy. As for the other part, it brought back a lot of water.

"We've slaughtered and tasted both creatures," the High Templar said on his knees. "Their meat is delicious. The water there is clean. We don't need a beautiful land, just a land that can feed us. This Torrell is well suited to that. (To be continued.) )