There is no doubt that this world was once glorious, and even now, certain ancient creatures shudder at the mention of ancient humans. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But since entering the late wizarding era, the demon tide has passed a node, the elements are decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the world has gradually lost its advantage in the face of the alien plane.

The reasons for the destruction of the wizard civilization are multiple, including the death characteristics of the wizards, the rise of Augustus, the promotion of the gods, and the desire of the enslaved people.

Of course, what is indispensable is the attack and killing of the heteroplane, and this one also accounts for the majority.

For 4,000 years, with the exception of Augustus II's battle to forge the Black and White Gate, Atlantis was on the defensive against some powerful planes, especially the Abyss and Batow's Hell.

Well, that's a way to put gold on your face, to put it bluntly, it's ...... Beaten every day.

When an act becomes a habit, it becomes a mindset, at least for the secondary demon lords of the Scorched Earth Hell, who never thought that the old opponent on the other side would choose to fight back.

The inertia of their thinking made them always think that the other party just wanted to expel the will of the abyss and close this rift in the interdimensional space.

To be honest, they really don't care too much about that.

The surging tide of demons brings not only the liberation of the upper limit of the power system, but also the weakness of the crystal wall barriers of each plane, whether it is summoning, sacrificing, or spending a certain price, opening temporary passages, etc., they have more means to carry out cross-dimensional invasion.

On the contrary, this spatial passage, which was strictly guarded by the Demon Hunter Academy, seemed a bit chicken.

However, at this moment, His Majesty the Violent Hurricane Throne told them with his actions that the Viku Continent did not choose to defend, but to counterattack in an all-out way.

"Ahhh

Faintly, a dull roar that shook the heavens and the earth came again, visible to the naked eye, the big hands in the space where they were holding were full of green tendons, the bones were protruding, and the outlines of the muscles were clearly visible.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

It was pulled by the extreme effort, and the spatial crack was rapidly generated, shattered, cracked, and expanded again and again, until it finally expanded into a two-hundred-meter-high opening.

His Majesty Lan Rose briefly weighed it, and then made a stride motion, only to see that huge barefoot step, through the spatial rift, like a giant pillar poking out of the endless sky, smashed on the ground flowing with magma.

Rumble!

The magma was mixed with dust and formed a shockwave like a tidal wolf, which swept away countless nearby demons, and even the high-level demons flew out without a doubt under this great power.

However, it was this blow that finally woke up the sluggish secondary demon lords.

Roar Roar Roar !!

There was almost no need to communicate, and all the secondary demon lords roared angrily, and the roar of the demonic language resounded through the sky, and even those who couldn't understand it could feel the anger and corruption in it.

The inexplicable power mixed with the roar drove all the lower demons present, and instead of fear, they rushed forward with red eyes, their claws and fangs as if coated with a layer of light, like moths to a fire, fearless of death.

- Divinity, drive demons!

This is the Demon Lord's special ability, they can unleash once a day, and they can drive demons of lower rank than themselves to launch a decisive attack, each lasting one hourglass at a time.

Obviously, this is a magic given by the will of the abyss to solve the demon's impatience to fight, and as a custom of demon fighting, it is inevitable that the first wave of cannon fodder will be the first.

Immediately after, the four existing secondary demon lords did not wait, but manifested huge bodies ranging from 100 meters to hundreds of meters, and rushed forward directly.

The Demon Lord can be regarded as the spokesperson of the will of the Abyss at every level, they have a lot of preferential treatment, but there are also restrictions, especially in this situation of being invaded, if they don't help, then they will inevitably be punished by the Abyss, and that is definitely not something they want to face.

What's more, they have already felt the awakening of the will of the Abyss at this level, and that great being has begun to set its sights here, and this is an opportunity for any Demon Lord to make the Abyss happy and thus rewarded.

At this time, His Majesty Lan Rose had already put half of his left body and arm into this scorched earth prison, and he was trying to stretch his head over.

Of course, it's not easy.

The body of the Legendary Throne is too large, and every move will cause destruction, even if he is in the plane, he will be repulsed, not to mention that he wants to enter the different plane with his true body.

The evil thoughts in the air were almost undisguised, the rejection from the rules was like substance, and the more he got to the end, the harder it was for him to feel the resistance of terror.

The lower demons came like a tidal wave, and even if he was surrounded by a hurricane, it was not enough to kill the demons completely, and there were always one or two pesky little bugs that could break through and bite him with their sharp claws.

The secondary demon lord also arrived in front of him, although because of his size, he only had to face two at a time, but half of his body was stuck here, he could only barely wave one arm to resist the opponent's attack, and sometimes he could only have a thicker chest and shoulders to resist.

The armor made of elements had long since shattered, revealing more and more wounds on his naked body, claw marks, corrosion and burning everywhere, and there was no flesh in sight in many places, and Sen Ran's bones were covered with cracks.

The four secondary demon lords were a little excited, after all, it was rare for a person of the same level who could barely fight back and fight and scold.

Of course, they all want to kill this legendary throne in order to boast of their exploits and be rewarded with the will of the Abyss. In this way, a kind of containment is formed.

Although he was embarrassed, His Majesty Lan Rose did not panic in the slightest. To be exact, he had known about the scene in front of him.

After all, he was waging an all-out war against an alien plane, and the first person to enter would definitely have to bear the full load of the other party, but he was unwilling to borrow manpower.

As he said to His Majesty the God of War Roaring Throne, "I have waited so long for this day that I cannot suppress the tremors of my body now." ”

Finally, he dragged his head over, and as soon as the head the size of a house was revealed, it was hit by the claws of a secondary demon lord, and the flesh flew up, blood splattered everywhere, and every scalp was thrown out.

However, His Majesty's eyes were still restless, fanatical and murderous.

Almost all that remained was the skeleton of his left arm, which lifted his left arm and touched his forehead, and one of those four eyebrows flew out, turning into a hurricane twisted like a sword, and then, his unceremonious 'sword' smashed into a secondary demon lord.

Whining!

Bang!

One blow, just one blow, the second-level demon lord who was still laughing wildly just now flew out, his nearly two hundred meters tall body directly collapsed a small hill, he tried a few times, but he hadn't gotten up yet.

This change came so suddenly that the other secondary demons were a little overwhelmed, and His Majesty the Violent Hurricane Throne unceremoniously swept them all away.

Boom! Boom!

The earth in the distance splashed smoke and dust three times again, and His Majesty Lan Rose finally had some time to clear up, he squatted with his left leg, made a forward rush, and with a flick of his dry bone arm, the hurricane turned into a leather whip, and surrounded the distant peak.

"Drink !!"

With a loud shout, his muscles skyrocketed, his arms contracted, and the ripples of power visible to the naked eye were like tidal surges, and His Majesty finally dragged himself into this world little by little.

When the four dazed secondary demon lords ran back, they were already facing a Majesty of the Violent Hurricane Throne standing in front of the spatial rift, and what was even more exciting was that they saw that His Majesty's body was expanding wildly.

Three hundred meters!

Five hundred meters!

A thousand meters!

It was a body of a full thousand meters, it was a fifth-order realm, and it was a powerhouse that could be called a true spirit. The powerful demon body of the secondary demon lord was as small as a baby in front of him.

This is not Atlantis, His Majesty the Throne of Violent Hurricanes does not care about any harm to the world, he is not suppressing his power.

It's just the true body of the throne, the space has been suppressed and cracked, the earth seems to be sinking without enough weight for him, and on the level that mortals can't observe, the threads of rules that constrain the form of the world are broken, and even the rules in his area have become chaotic.

"No wonder, no wonder it can withstand so much damage without dying, no wonder it can pump us away with one blow, it's actually a fifth-order true spirit!"

These were the voices of several secondary demon lords, who wanted to rush forward and fight, but there was always a fear that weighed down in their hearts.

At this moment, there was a new change in the spatial rift guarded by the kilometer giant, and a transcendent professional shrouded in azure elemental fire rushed out.

He only stayed in mid-air for a few breaths, and then he violently rushed towards a high-level demon, and the war hammer in his hand smashed violently, which was a hundred-meter-long elemental qi blade.

Immediately after, there were extraordinary powerhouses possessed by elemental light, and in an instant, red, blue, gold, purple, like blooming fireworks, were as colorful as fireworks, and they did not hesitate to rush to the front of the battlefield.

They saw the thousand-meter giant standing beside the rift in space, and they saw the scars on the giant's body, but this did not frighten them, but stimulated their desire to fight.

A general who shouts 'Rush with me' on the battlefield is better loved by the soldiers than a general who shouts 'Rush for me', and now, even His Majesty the Throne can spare his life, how can they care about their own lives?

Immediately behind the transcendent crown was the elite legion of pros, the knights in heavy armor walked at the head, dark armor, wordless silence and uniform movements, they were like volcanoes before the rage, silent and indifferent, but only the moment of contact, they showed their crushing horror.

Then came the reorganized legions of heavy infantry, covered in plate armor and armed with large shields and axes, marching in a tight line, ploughing as if they were plowing a corner.

Everywhere he passed, the dead demon made up for it, and the one who didn't die was directly hacked to death, a clean mess.

However, it is only the formed archery army, most of them have one person and one bow, carrying dozens of quivers, and once they appear, they quickly form a team at the rear of the battlefield, and then draw their bows, set up arrows, and shoot in unison.

They don't seek precision, but are known for their frequency and coverage, and when a rain of arrows falls, it is like a dark cloud covering the sky, and there is hardly any gap, and under the rain of arrows, the low-level demons with low defense are almost set up as a sieve.

Of course, there are powerful demons who can brave the rain of arrows, but they face even more terrifying bed crossbows.

At the rear of the Marksman Legion, there were a few less 'gregarious' men, mostly sturdy siegers, carrying siege bed crossbows that had been unloaded from nowhere on their shoulders, and an equally strong professional beside them repeatedly wound their arrows.

And the users of these bed crossbows are sharp-eyed marksmen, all they have to do is aim, calculate the trajectory, shoot.

The combination of enchanted crossbows, powerful bows, and archery skills of marksmen directly transforms them into snipers on the battlefield, like the Grim Reaper holding a scythe high, and the sharp edge refers to the reaper's life.

The legions that followed into battle were much more chaotic, with legions riding twenty-meter-tall war elephants, flying knights on white horses, formed shield guards carrying thorny shields, and city breakers throwing deadly javelins.

Of course, the wizards did not want to be bystanders in this war, and they did not know how to open a wizard tower and fly over in levitation.

As one of the ultimate weapons of the wizarding civilization, the Wizard Tower is not as good as the Floating City, but it also has the reputation of a 'mobile turret', and today, it has shown its power as a 'mobile turret'.

The entire Wizard's Tower rained fire in all directions, fireballs, ice, scorching rays, snowballs, poison rays, mire, ground splits, and so on, covering the ground and sky almost like a downpour.

Even if a high-level demon was accidentally swept in, he only supported three breaths, and he didn't even use the 'escape technique', and he was beaten with a thousand holes.

Of course, the real strong people don't bother to hide behind, naturally there are those battle maniacs who plunge directly into the demons like a tide, they don't care about their injuries, they wave their weapons wildly, and end the lives of the enemy by all means.

They wander on the edge of life and death, thirsting for progress in the midst of killing.

If they don't come out alive, they are practicing their own path with their lives, and if they can make a bloody path, then they will definitely go further.

His Majesty the Throne couldn't help it, the first to cross the spatial rift was the God of War Roaring Throne Majesty, the expanded passage was no longer so crowded, and he quickly entered the scorched hell.

Finally, the second-level demon lord no longer has to worry about whether to make a move.

There was hardly any nonsense, after the Minotaur Throne saw the situation clearly, he laughed and rushed into the sky with a jump, the true body of the throne hundreds of meters unfolded, and the snowy big axe appeared in his hand, directly smashing into a secondary demon lord of the strong demon advancement.

The Demon Slayer Throne was the second, he appeared silently, disappeared silently, and then silently slashed at another secondary demon lord with a sword.

Immediately after that, the Endless Tide Throne, the Destruction Tornado Throne, and the Bright Light Throne all crossed over, and the Graceful Fire Throne was the last one, and she couldn't help but look at the towering kilometer giant, and a wry smile flashed.

In her heart, Lanrose was not a qualified politician because he was not accustomed to compromise and exchange, nor was he a qualified king, because he did not like to be dark and hidden, but he was the way he was, which made her feel irresistible.

For the first time, she had the feeling that it was a mistake to compete with him for the supreme throne, and indeed, as it was, even if he was only there at that station, it made her feel the urge to give up all followers.

His Majesty Lan Rose didn't move, he knew that the overall situation on the battlefield was decided, but his gaze had already looked into the distance through infinite distances.

Naturally, the demons of a plane will not only have these in front of them, and their invasion has made the Abyss Will furious, and in the distance, countless demon armies have been rapidly converging here.

It's bound to be a meat grinder-like battlefield.

It would be the burial ground for countless professionals, and scarlet blood and mutilated corpses would be all over the land, but none of this would change his resolve.

He will let this land of sin perish in an endless sea of stars.

He will let all the people of the other world know that Atlantis has never fallen, and that the legacy of Augustus will surely be glorious again in the sea of stars.

He longed to walk in the dark age in glory again.

PS: This chapter is written in one breath, two in one. I know that I don't have much cheekiness to ask for votes, but subscriptions can still be begged for after all, and now there are fewer and fewer of them, so that the author is almost powerless.