Dating back to the reign of ancient humans long ago, the powerful ancient humans decided to open a spatial passage to the Scorching Hell, which is famous for its active volcanoes, in order to obtain the flame gems, dense diamonds, magma creatures, minerals and various precious resources that can only be cultivated from the flame plane. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Scorched Hell is a lower plane beyond the Bato Hell and the Abyss, and is home to the Hanties, the main of which is the Yogros Demon, known for its 'mercenary'.

However, it is not known whether the demons in the Scorching Hell have done anything, or if the ancient humans have set the wrong coordinates, or if something else has gone wrong, in short, when the passage is opened, the ancient people come and rush in with the legions, only to find that it is the demons who greet them.

It was only then that they realized that they had entered a plane similar to the Scorching Hell, but they belonged to the demon's homeland, the bottomless abyss.

Well, in fact, for ancient humans, it doesn't matter whether it's hell or abyss, whether it's a Ugros demon or a demon, all they need is the resources of a fire attribute plane.

So, without hesitation, they fixed this interdimensional passage and gave this abyss a name - Scorched Earth Hell.

Well, most people will habitually classify the scorched hell as 'hell' by name, but it's not, it really belongs to the abyss.

And there are no abyss lords in this plane who are powerful enough to unify all regions, only some secondary demon lords who are scattered everywhere and have no prestige.

Of course, even these secondary demon lords are mostly pawns laid by some abyss lords here, in order to connect to Atlantis's interdimensional passage, which is a rare fixed passage in the era when the demon tide has not yet come.

These Abyss Lords send enough demons into Atlantis each year that they will slaughter and plunder enough souls.

The soul, whether to demons or demons, is the necessary nourishment for growth.

- The above is excerpted from Chapter 19 of "Introduction to the Famous Aspects of the Bottomless Abyss", "Scorched Earth Prison Chapter"

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The continent of Veku, a scorched earth wasteland.

Although it is said that this space passage was opened up by ancient humans for the purpose of plundering, the years have passed, and under the vicissitudes of life, the position of the host and guest has long been changed. The will of the abyss radiated into this world through this large spatial rift, and formed a strange terrain and landform.

The land here is always charred black, as if it was scorched by the flames, and from time to time there are fiery red magma flowing through, fine and meandering, adding a touch of different color to the unchanging earth, but then it will erupt a pillar of magma fire that is dozens of meters high.

The fiery red and scorching magma fell, forming a drizzle of rain and splashing and burning the ground with small melted holes.

The air here is guaranteed to be above 40 degrees all year round, and ordinary people will gradually die of dehydration even if they don't do anything here. There is very little vegetation here, and the few that do have the particularity of the abyssal, secretive, and enchanting, and survive by catching living creatures.

This is the scorched earth wasteland.

This is the outpost where demons invade Atlantis.

When the demon tide entered the period of decline, the intelligent life of this world lost its powerful power little by little, and it has maintained this appearance here for 10,000 years.

Today, however, that's all about to change!

At the southernmost end of the scorched earth wasteland, there was an endless wall of walls, at least tens of meters high, walls, arrow towers, ballistas, catapults, all kinds of defensive weapons, and heavily armed warriors.

Behind the city walls, there was a rolling complex of buildings on the slightly raised terrain, and at the center of all the buildings was a spire that towered into the sky. At the top of the steel tower, a raging fire burned, and a high Balor demon howled and rolled in the flames.

The terrible howl did not last long, Ballow had already been reduced to ashes and dissipated in the wind, and then, another high-level berserker was thrown into the flames, and another crazy howl sounded.

This is the Tower of Guilt.

This is the most famous building of the Demon Hunter Academy, a tower where demons are incinerated all the time.

No one knows why His Majesty the Demon Slayer's Throne hates demons so much, no one knows why he has the determination not to destroy demons, and the only thing that circulates in the outside world is His Majesty's oath:

"If the devil is not destroyed, I am like being in a bottomless abyss, and my sins will not be eliminated. ”

At this moment, at the other end of the tower, a large horn was sounded.

"Whew!"

"Woo!"

"Woooooooooooo

The whimper of the horn is like the mournful cry before the decisive battle, it awakens the deepest blood of the warriors, it awakens the desire of the professional to kill, it awakens the determination of everyone to move forward, it is like thunder, like lightning, it crosses the bottom of everyone's hearts.

The samurai standing on the corner of the street froze, the swordsman in the arena stopped, the knight who ran sideways grabbed the reins, and the sorcerer reading in the library stopped turning the pages.

They listened intently, or stared blankly at the sky, and a thought flashed through their hearts: "This is the clarion call of war." Is it finally about to start?!"

If one second the city was silent, the next second it was as noisy as if it had come to life, and countless professionals began to run, they needed to return to their quarters as quickly as possible, equip themselves with the weapons and armor they had already prepared, and then assemble at a fixed location.

The long-awaited war is about to begin.

Everything they had been waiting for was finally coming.

At some point, the door to the wall had opened, and the well-equipped professionals were walking out like a torrent of steel, arraying themselves outside the scorched earth wasteland, layer after layer, from one horizon to another, seemingly endlessly.

Although they have different banners, different equipment, and different styles, the worst of them are also professionals above the official rank, and they are all strong men who have been trained in iron and killing.

Some of them came from the Six Great Academies, some came from the City of Yuankai, and some came from the powerhouses of various cities and kingdoms, and when they gathered here for a goal and a belief, the momentum that gathered was enough to make the heavens and the earth change color and the clouds dissipate.

In an emergency, a powerful transcendent crown came step by step from mid-air, a heroic figure, a domineering step, accompanied by the fluctuations of elemental light like a tide, and then, another.

This one was thin and withered, but his eyes were as cold as ice, and he seemed to be a dark cloud floating through the sky, followed by a fiery cloud rising into the sky, the next transcendent crown......

One, two.

Ten, twenty.

One hundred, two hundred.

The extraordinary crown that is usually rare seems to be worthless today, but when hundreds of extraordinary crowns converge and walk in mid-air, the scene is dim even by the light of the sun.

Instead of going deep into the scorched earth wasteland, these transcendent crowns stood above the Legion of Pros, their heads tilted up, their gaze looking somewhere across the space.

They were waiting for the king's orders.

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