A special team is exploring the depths of the abyss of the Behemoth, and when the officials of the Sunset Empire think that their strongest thief can bring good news, they don't know that this team has already become someone else, the Soul Clan, a race that is good at playing with ghosts, and has successfully changed this expedition into the action of the Soul Clan, the goal, to find the Abyss Lord, and obtain its soul, greed has blindfolded these Soul Clans......

The members of the team have successfully evaded one powerful beast after another with the latest concealment potion developed by the Royal Magic Legion of the Sunset Empire, and how would those old magicians feel if they learned that the results of their strongest invention were being used by outsiders.

The group ran quickly into the distance like a mouse, although they didn't know where the abyss lord was, but as long as they explored, they would always find it, and besides, that direction would occasionally exude some inexplicable fluctuations, which was the direction with the greatest hope......

............

At this moment, it was beside a huge pit not very far from the fortress.

Mingde fixed the rope to the big tree at the edge of the pit, and then threw the rope into the pit, and then slid down like others, the magician with inflexible legs and feet sliding down the rope was simply torture, a good hand was ground full of hot and painful blisters, looking at his two palms, Mingde grinned in pain, and quickly took out a bottle of potion to smear it to feel better, if the mercenaries who were adventuring in the Warcraft Forest knew that a bottle of expensive magic potion was wasted, maybe Mingde would be eaten alive.

"Is this really a human ruin? Isn't that miserable, ouch......" Mingde, who stumbled through the pit, accidentally tripped over something and fell into a.

"Phew~" Spit out the ashes that had been put in his mouth, and Matilda looked back to see what had tripped over him.

"It's ...... A crooked heavy sword?" it was clearly a blackened heavy sword, vaguely discernible in shape, already twisted into a lump of iron.

Shaking his head, he braced his hands on the ground and prepared to stand up.

"Huh?"

Matilda felt as if he had seen the white ashes he was pressing.

After frowning and thinking for a long time, I finally came up with a clue, remembering that it was a funeral of a certain race, and they put the deceased on dry wood, and then set the wood on fire, and then went to pick out some when it was finally burned clean...... Bone...... Ashes!

"Ahem......"

I couldn't hold back all of a sudden, I knelt on the ground and vomited, and the meal in the morning was vomited cleanly at the moment, thinking that I had made my mouth full of ...... Another burst of spitting......

Feeling better, he staggered to his feet, but was a little stunned by the scene in front of him.

The ground in the pit was almost completely covered with ashes, and the miserable white scene shook Mingde's eyes painfully, big swords, spears, shields, heavy crossbows, and other metal objects were all deformed, distorted and even melted, equivalent to the lifelessness of several towns-sized pits, all of which were pictures that had been melted by high temperature flames, what kind of existence could cause such great destruction......

Mingde only felt a cold sweat on his forehead, the Imperial Fortress had been established for so long but nothing happened, in fact, it was not that the fortress was strong, but that the unknown existence had not discovered the fortress at all!

Thinking of this, Mingde stumbled towards the rope, gritting his teeth and climbing up without caring about his broken hands......

............

Two hours later......

The guard at the gate of the fortress saw a man in a tattered mage's robe running out of the forest, and he looked so depressed and depressed.

"Hey, man, that guy you said was not a native of the abyss. One guard said to another.

"Possibly, you see his magic robes are all fishing nets, and his face is all black and gray, and it is said that many barbarians like to mess up their faces. ”

"We've found indigenous people, will we be rewarded for that?"

"Of course, my old fellow. ”

The two guards happily greeted the down-and-out figure representing gold coins and awards.

"Open the door! I'm the Academy's Space Magician, Mingde!" Mingde shouted at the two guards, running around in fear and turning his handsome magic robe into a fishing net, with many scratches on his face and hands.

"Uh...... This barbarian seems to be familiar to ......"

"What a barbarian! That's the Space Mage!Hurry up and open the door!" one of the guards finally recognized the downcast Mingde, and hurriedly ran to open the thick door of the fortress and welcomed Mingde in.

Crunch~ The gate slowly opened, and Mingde panted and ran into the fortress.

"Thank you both......"

"You're welcome, we're more than happy to help. ”

Entering the fortress, Mingde kept running towards the dean's room, bumping into many noble magicians along the way, causing constant roars in the back, but Mingde didn't care about these at all.

Dean's Office.

The old man sitting behind the huge table was none other than the magic dean of the Sunset Empire's Demon Martial Academy, and the two sitting opposite were a fat nobleman sent by the empire to serve as an overseer, and the other was the leader of the fortress.

"Lord Marquis, we are not familiar with it here, there are many unknown dangers, how can we emigrate on a large scale?" The old man said to the Marquis of the Overseer with some annoyance, this fat Marquis is the representative of those nobles in the empire, representing several of the largest aristocratic families in the empire, and it can be said that he has no scruples about gold coins.

"Lord Dean, what are we here for? Of course, it is resources and interests, otherwise the empire has invested so much just for a few false names?" the fat marquis asked rhetorically.

The commander of the fortress on the side was a sword saint who looked like a middle-aged man, and he didn't interject at the moment, but looked at this marquis without a trace of fighting spirit or magic curiously, and the captain of the legion who had been in the officialdom for many years was very curious about where this fat man got the courage to dare to choke with the god of law, a god of law, representing the terrifying power of destruction, if you want to do it, I'm afraid it will be easy to destroy the imperial capital, sure enough, just like what is said in the circle of senior professionals, nobles are a group of plasma flesh that looks shrewd but has no brains.

"In this abyss world, a giant beast can be found at any point with a strength of level seven or above, one or two are okay to say, what about a group?

"This is what the Imperial Imperial Family and the Noble Council mean, I think ......" Before the Fat Marquis could finish.

The door to the office was slammed open......