"Mom, where are we going?"

In the withered forest, a tribe of forest elves is on the move.

With an intricately crafted emblem on their bodies and a pious face on their faces, they lined up and walked forward.

In it, a little boy looked at the people around him and asked his mother with some puzzlement.

"We're going to a place where there's never been war. The mother looked at her child tenderly, took his hand and walked forward slowly, and said softly.

Looking down from above, the area was full of migratory tribes, all gathered together and let out a burst of pious prayer.

My God, you are the master of the universe, you are the walker of nature...

You are the Supreme God, the Supreme Lord, the Supreme Father...

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Bursts of pious prayer emanated from the mouths of these people, and there were different ways of singing praises in different regions.

This is determined by different languages and cultures, and the belief in the god of nature, in the process of propagation, will change the original purpose for various reasons, not only the oath, but even the priesthood and power will be tampered with by some believers to conform to their own language and habits.

In some orc tribes in the far north of the main plane, Artis was even dressed as a god of hunting and sacrificed by the orcs day and night.

However, no matter how much these things change, the only thing that is truly the same is pure faith.

At this point, Artis does not discriminate any race, regardless of the believer's own camp, as long as the believer is religious, he will give him divine magic.

Of course, if you can't really understand the path of Artis, then the further back you go, the more difficult it will be for the priest to be promoted. For example, those who completely distort the authority of Artis directly cut off the path above the fourth level.

That's enough, though.

The weaker and more backward the race and individual, the more devout they believe in Artis. For nearly 10,000 years, the faith of Artis has spread to the entire main plane, and has been sung by the creatures of the entire main plane.

Not only on the earth, but also in the seas and the underworld, Artis had a large number of followers, singing the praises of his name day and night.

And with the oracle of Artis, the first to respond are often those believers whose lives are not satisfactory.

This is the case with believers in this wilderness.

The wilderness seems to have been infected by an unknown force, making the land very barren.

Most of the people who survive here are some weak races, and they can only rely on the sacrifices of the gods of nature to gain a foothold here.

In the past 10,000 years, the god of nature has a high status in this area, and the environment in the wilderness is really not very good, and there is a tendency to deteriorate year by year.

Prayers rang out, and under the firmament, wisps of pure faith power were converging, as if something was connected.

In the midst of the prayers and apprehensive gazes of countless believers, a huge gate of heaven flickered open and manifested before everyone's eyes.

In that door, the power of Artis leaked out, and the spirits of these believers were shaken.

"It's a good and fertile earth! God didn't lie to us!"

Through this door, someone saw the scene inside, and could not help but cheer loudly, and his tone was full of excitement.

With their initial temptations, they quickly moved to move the entire tribe into the new world.

Similar scenes are happening everywhere on the main plane, and countless believers are moving every moment, even if someone hinders it.

There are a large number of Adis believers on the earth, as well as divine descendants, among which there are many fifth- and sixth-level powerhouses, and once someone dares to openly obstruct the believers of Artis from leaving, they will take action.

And in practice, there is no way to stop it.

The opening of the gate of heaven depends on the believer, even one fanatical believer is enough to open it, and it is not something that can be blocked at all.

This is why Artis has the support of a complete universe behind him, and calling others, even if they are also eighth-level powerhouses, cannot support this huge consumption.

In other words, even if it is supported, it will not be willing to support it.

Teleporting a believer from one universe to another is a huge consumption, and if the power required for each person is used to expand believers, it is enough to develop hundreds of believers, which is simply a loss-making business, and under normal circumstances, naturally not many people are willing.

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Time passed, and as the years passed, the migration of believers on the main plane continent finally came to an end.

Not all believers have been moved, but the time has come.

Artis only gave so much time, and if he hadn't made a choice after spending it, he naturally defaulted to giving up and automatically stayed in this universe.

Moreover, the catastrophe of this universe is also coming.

On the sky, a little bit of black streaked through.

A black canopy of heaven gradually enveloped the entire sky, staining the otherwise calm sky black.

The consciousness of the Great Universe let out a mournful cry in an instant, transmitted to the entire main plane.

In the black sky, the black qi gradually condensed, and on the sky, a shocking scene emerged.

"That's... Dragon?" looked at the scene in the sky, and some people muttered to themselves in a daze, with disbelief and fear in their eyes.

In the sky, a huge dragon head was condensed in the air, as if it were a real dragon head, hideous and terrifying.

Recite!!!

A dragon groan, accompanied by this sound, the entire main plane trembled, as if under unbearable pressure.

The thunder began to flicker continuously, and under the crisis instinct of the main plane, it began to continuously slash above the dragon's head in the sky, as if to resist the invasion of the other party.

Roar!!!

At this moment, two terrifying auras rose at the same time, each no weaker than the Demon Dragon, and emerged in the entire canopy.

It was a God Emperor wearing black armor, and a terrifying beast with nothing but huge eyes appearing, all of which appeared on the canopy of the main plane, condensed by demonic energy.

This is not a doppelganger of the past, but a projection of the true ontology.

In the void of this universe, the black demonic energy has completely enveloped the original shining Lord Plane World, making the original brilliance dim.

Outside the crystal wall of the main plane, the three-headed terrifying demon god was trying to break through, and the shadow on his body was reflected on the sky of the main plane, revealing on the black canopy.

"Oh my God..."

Looking at this scene, on the ground, some people in the know were stunned, a little stunned for a moment, and then a deep despair permeated.

"The Supreme Demon God is attacking again! Is the main plane really hopeless?"

Someone looked up to the sky and yelled, venting their emotions.

But what really makes them desperate is just the beginning.