It's a world shrouded in darkness.

The dark earth, the dark night sky, the dark world.

A pair of scarlet eyes quietly opened in the darkness, and looked left and right.

The night covered its body, but it couldn't hide its bony aura. Like a wild dog. It stretched out its wizened forelimbs, slumped down, and crawled forward like a real wild dog, without making a move.

This is the basic skill to survive in this dark world.

Because no one knows how many dangers are hidden in the darkness, and how many lives are buried after the dangers.

The scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness, and the 'wild dog' figure slowed down and slowed, and finally, somewhere in the memory of it, it felt a dry leg bone.

Scarlet lit up for a moment.

Immediately disappeared.

There was a faint creaking sound in the silence.

The dry bones are ground into powder by the teeth and swallowed into the stomach with saliva. The taste is a bit light, and it's really not nutritious. But in the black prison, it is the greatest luck to be able to find a little food and struggle to survive, and it cannot hope for more.

Thinking of the word extravagance, the 'creaking' sound in the night stopped for a moment.

I don't know if I think of the scenery under the blue sky and white clouds, or the freshness of fresh flesh and blood. Originally, after staying in this world for a long time, this kind of word would not bring much fluctuation to its state of mind. But lately, for some reason, it's been thinking more and more about those words, and the meaning behind them.

Such as luxury, such as hope, such as despair.

Just as the 'creaking' sound paused for a moment, a dull rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the dark night sky overhead. Like a thunderstorm in a distant place.

Scarlet eyes lifted and looked at the sky.

The night overhead was not a brilliant starry sky, but a layer of black clouds. It is said that behind those clouds, there is a terrifying magic array, which can easily strangle a big demon. When it was cast into this world, it was just a real demon with a little fame, equivalent to those registered wizards in the Witch Alliance, and it didn't have the opportunity to feel the horror of those magic arrays.

It could only feel the oppression beneath those clouds.

Heavy clouds obscured everything.

On a normal day, those clouds don't fluctuate for months, years, or even decades. Even if a newcomer is thrown in from the outside by the wizards, it will not cause a ripple in those black clouds.

But in recent times—maybe days, maybe months, or even longer, because time has no meaning to the inhabitants of this black world—in short, there has been more and more movement among the clouds in recent times.

Sometimes there are continuous flashes of light behind the clouds.

Sometimes there is a continuous rumbling sound behind the clouds.

Other times, the clouds would even break through a hole and drop some black-robed wizards.

It had seen such a scene once from afar, and the black-robed wizards were like birdmen with outstretched wings, slowly falling down the sky. Although it was far away, it could vaguely smell the mouthwatering scent of those wizards through the dull wind in the darkness.

Many demons who had lost their minds were like moths that pounced on the lights and swooped down on the light of the sky. Then it turned into a puff of fly ash. Although it was weak, it still had enough sanity to not kill itself like those of its kind, but like other old demons who had been in the black prison for countless years, it looked coldly at the light of the sky.

The sky light is connected to the world beyond the darkness on one end, and the strongholds in the dark world on the other. Those belonging to the sorcerers are used to oversee the strongholds of the prisoners in this black prison. It wondered if the wizards were trying to destroy the prisoners of the world once and for all, otherwise why would they send such a large number of wizards into the Black Prison.

Until today.

Behind the clouds, there was another strange movement.

After the rumbling sound, the clouds were not completely silent. Suddenly, there was an extra whirlpool among the clouds. The whirlpool was very small at first, like an unripe green bean, but soon, the whirlpool turned faster and faster, and became larger and larger, and in a moment, the green bean became a bottomless black hole.

Unlike in the past, today the other side of the cave is not a dazzling skylight, but a bright starlight.

Rumble!

A huge figure smashed through the starlight, emerged from the whirlpool, and fell heavily into this dark world.

It was a Roc.

It spreads its wings as if it can cover the entire sky. But this world is already dark and dark, and even if it covers the entire sky, it will not make this world change more.

However, its appearance attracted many covetous eyes.

"Come down. ”

A generous divine thought led the Dapeng bird and fell from the sky.

At the same time, a huge palm poked out from the ground, spread its five fingers, and stood flat like a makeshift tarmac.

The Roc landed accurately into the palm of that hand.

Then the palm of the hand was clenched and closed, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared again into the boundless darkness. In the distance, there were a few long, mournful howls, accompanied by a little scarlet, which painted the night with a terrible color.

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The 'wild dog' chewed on the dry bone meal in his mouth, and a sense of annoyance welled up in his heart, and his mind kept replaying the sparkle that had just been after the whirlpool.

Bone meal, which can slightly suppress hunger on weekdays, is for some reason today, and the more you chew it, the more tasteless it becomes.

Scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness.

Eventually, it took the bone and came to a ravine.

Unlike the rest of the Dark World, the ravine was filled with an enduring smell of sulfur. The 'wild dog' bit the bone, chose a shallow place in the ravine, spread his fingers, and began to dig into the black gravel.

The ravine gradually deepens and widens as it digs out.

In the deep darkness, I don't know when, a little dark red appeared. The dark red slowly flowed between the thin fingers, converging, and soon formed a small pool of orange-red.

This is magma underground.

It is also one of the few colors and seasonings in this world that belongs to the prisoners.

The orange-red glow shone on the 'wild dog''s face, revealing a pale, skinny, skeleton-like face. It gazed greedily at the magma, thinking of the spicy hot pot it had eaten a long, long time ago, and the bottom of the pot was the same color.

Then it sticks the bitten bone into the 'hot pot base' and soaks it.

The smell of oily burnt flesh coming out of the bones is so fascinating.

It took a deep breath, trying to lock that breath firmly in its chest, to dispel the bright starry sky in its mind, and the huge peng bird that could fly freely.

In the distance, from time to time, another fire lit up.

The blazing lava rolled between the ravines, bringing some light to the world, but like fireflies in the night, such a little light did not bring hope, but made the world seem more and more desperate.