In the first layer of the abyss, the Danube flows endlessly from north to south. As the mother river that runs through the endless planes of the abyss, it is not as calm and graceful as its name and the reputation bestowed upon it by the demons.

It is flammable and explosive!

The river water rushing inside is a hot and blazing white magma that never stops, and its temperature can only be stranded in it by the demon head and the abyssal worm of the Great Demon Heaven's strength.

At this time, on the crimson desert on both sides of the river, a hideous giant beast sat on its knees and looked carefully at the river, and there was a very short one on the opposite bank, but the momentum was not inferior to its figure suspended in the air.

"Bi Lian, are you here for it too?" the behemoth's low tone sounded in silence, and the unintentional sound even blew the calm river into a rolling wave.

"If the prophecy of the ancient god of Naia is true, that great opportunity is not something you can enjoy, Lord of the Desolation. The short figure said calmly, its spiky blood-colored armor all over its body, and one by one its eyes emerged from the gap in the armor to stare at it, and said thoughtfully: "Speaking of this, how much strength do you still have from the third layer of the Blazing Abyss to break into here?"

The greed hidden in the tone is undisguised.

When the Lord of the Desolation heard this, he shouted angrily - boom! A trace of green gas flashed under the thick scales of its body, and the red ground under its feet was corroded into a pitch-black liquid and sank with a roar under its sudden aura.

"Annoying worms! If you want to try the wrath of the third abyss lord, try it! ”

Under the terrifying momentum of the fierce power, Bi Lian was unmoved, and the armor on his chest opened with a snort, and the behemoth mouth with interlaced fangs opened and closed from underneath: "It's exactly what I want! ”

After speaking, it struck first and swayed directly, and the huge mouth dripping with saliva opened wide and slaughtered the neck of the Lord of the Desolate Beast.

With broken scales and broken armor, blood splattered, and the giant beast roared in pain, the battle between the two by the Danube River had just begun.

Unbeknownst to them, a transparent shattered orb of vanity descended from a distant unknown land, disappearing into the river in the blink of an eye.

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The abyss without the moon is a barren realm, and under the eternal light of the blood-colored sun, time passes in a nightmare. The scorching monsoon wind mixed with the smell of sulfur mixed with disinfectant water blows on the cliff again and again at this time of the year.

Like a signal, standing under the impregnable cliff wall of the Danube, the transparent worm-like hellworms sounded the rallying cry of life!

Their bodies have matured in the magma river, and they are no longer able to resist the high temperatures of the melt flow. If they do not leave the Danube that gave birth to them in a very short time, they will immediately turn to ashes in the molten lava!

And in the endless years, even the indestructible Demon Cliff has become uneven under their invasion again and again, giving them the vitality to cling to.

One by one, they rushed up, and some of the stronger Hellworms jumped higher and more successfully, escaping beyond the lapping range of the lava wave and ascending to the sky. Some were unlucky, leaping shorter and turning into bursts of fireworks under the waves of lava that came behind them, proving that they had survived. According to the statistics of a certain abyss ancient god who is idle and calls himself a 'scholar', less than one-third of the trillions of hell insects born in the Danube every year can escape the 'pursuit' from the mother river and climb to the Cliff of the Devil.

But that's not all, the inferior nature from the origin will explode as they climb up the ladder just out of danger. The friends around you who have just worked together will turn into ruthless hunters, and they will attack every kind of person around them with all their might.

It's not cruel, it's just to survive! On the uneven cliff wall, the mouthparts tear purple blood splatters everywhere, and there is a winner in every chaotic battlefield, chewing the body of the loser and climbing up, continuing to step into the next battlefield.

Time passes, and only the strongest of the Abyssal Worms will survive to the end! When the last victor reaches the top of the cliff, it will begin the first evolution of the demon life in the cheers of every new cell.

They either evolved into inferior demon insects with tenacious tentacles, or evolved into inferior demons with firstborn bulges and dwarf, or genetically mutated to become primary demon hunters with sharp bones and tails. However, the cruel competition for survival is not over, it will only become more miserable! The newborn demons have no heaven but hell! Under the domination of instinct, they will be like enemies of life and death, and after the other party has fully evolved, they will start a new round of bloody journey to devour each other.

The strong are always strong, and there are constantly demons to defeat opponents, evolve sharper claws, fangs, and other weapons, or appear thick cuticles, brilliant and hard exoskeletons, and other protective gear.

And our pig's feet, slowly squirming their slimy, transparent droplet-shaped bodies, gnawing on fallen limbs and sucking the blood rolling down in the battlefield of the Bitter Hell difficulty, and starting a pleasant garbage guy journey on their own. What's even more surprising is that not a single demon has launched an attack on this slug, making it seem to be a third person on the battlefield.

If you don't hit me, I won't hit you. It didn't look at it in the slightest bit of aggression, and it was also very self-aware that it didn't attack any demons, even if the other party was very close to it.

Slowly, the rapid digestion of the food in the mouth gradually provided energy, and deep in the chaotic brain domain of the slug, after the transparent ancient hemisphere absorbed the energy, it began to emit a purple brilliance slightly, allowing the intermittent unknown inheritance to gush out of it. And in the hidden depths of the hemisphere, the few drops of river water from the other side are gradually intertwined and flowing, slowly forming a mysterious symbol of silver light, and I don't know what it is for.

In the midst of the noise, stepping on death, this little special abyssal slug began its own long journey.