"Is this the Land of Dusk?" said Arantir, looking at the overcast sky, "Sure enough, it's a plane full of death." ”

"For us, this is a treasure trove of Feng Shui to understand the Dharma. Reilly said with a smile.

Alantir nodded and said, "May the glory of Asha shine in this land of death." ”

Reilly roughly discerned the direction, and then used his magic to condense a colorful compass.

It is a small spell unique to the Absolute Battlefield, with eleven pointers on it, three of which are golden and the other eight are black-gray. The different hands represent different Team Fortresses, with gold representing Norland and black and gray representing Daxoldas. With such a spell, the strong will not lose their way in the Land of Dusk, and they will be able to recover their Legion Fortress wherever they are.

Reilly took a closer look at the compass and quickly determined the direction of the capital where the sun never sets. Just as he was about to set off, the earth shook suddenly.

An indescribable sensation welled over Reilly, as if he saw a giant beast roaring in pain. Reilly took a closer look, and finally realized that it was the entire plane trembling.

"Someone is extracting the origin of the plane!" Reilly looked into the distance with a solemn expression.

According to the standards of the Entagri world, those who can extract the origin of the plane are epic powerhouses. These people have either mastered the underlying rules of the secondary plane, or the ordinary rules of the primary plane, and some have even comprehended the general rules of the interdimensional plane. In the face of such a strong person, it is difficult for ordinary legends to even escape for their lives.

"Lord Reilly, the needle on the compass has changed color!" Hearing Arrantiel's voice, Reilly quickly turned his gaze back to the compass, and sure enough, he saw a black-gray pointer fading.

"Someone's attacking a legion fortress!" Reilly touched his chin and said, "This is no small matter. ”

Each legion fortress is a hub for controlling the surrounding area, and it is unknown how many powerful people gather in it. Judging from the performance of the compass, it should be a certain Norland powerhouse who entered the Land of Dusk and launched an assault on the legion fortress of the Daxoldas!

Before leaving Norland, Reilly had consulted Nero about the Land of Dusk, so he knew that the legion fortress was known as the Place of the Rising Sun, and that it was the first legion fortress established by the Holy Alliance in the Land of Dusk. It is not as magnificent as the city where the sun never sets, but it occupies the only commanding height within a radius of thousands of miles, and it is a place where soldiers must fight.

On the other hand, the place of the rising sun is also the historical place where the Norlanders and Daxoldas first came into contact and fought. Both sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war around this place, with heavy losses on both sides.

Over the next few years, the two main planes threw millions of troops into the land, and the number of powerful men who participated in the war was as numerous as the stars. Some of them broke through in battle, becoming legends and even epics, while many more turned into dry bones. The war alarmed the whole of Norland, the lord of the thousand-year-old empire at that time, the famous Sun King, who personally came to the land of twilight.

He attacked with his descendants, inflicting heavy losses on the main force of Daxodas, killing countless strong men and forcing them to retreat thousands of miles away. After taking control of this vast land, the original castle was named the Place of the Rising Sun in honor of the Sun King's immortal prowess.

After the Rising Sun was turned into a Legion Fortress, the powerhouses of the Holy Alliance were stationed in it to defend it. However, Daxoldas's offensive became more and more aggressive in the following centuries, and the Norlanders gradually fell to the upper hand. During the reign of Philip's father, the place of the rising sun was seized by the Daxodas.

Today, the Super Fortress is a complete departure from the original small castle. The mountain it relied on was originally only a few hundred meters, but now it has been uprooted to a height of nearly a thousand meters by super powerhouses.

After decades of being run by the powerhouses of Daxoldas, the layout of the Rising Sun has changed dramatically. In addition to the various buildings for the powerful to use, there are also several huge pits in the city that are used to house some war behemoths. At the highest point of the fortress, a tall building like a bird's nest occupies a large space.

Every legion fortress in Daxoldas has a strong man, and unlike other strongholds, the place of the rising sun is not guarded by ordinary powerhouses, but by a fierce beast!

In the Daxoldas plane, the brain-eater Maranos is a well-known existence, no one knows where it came from, and even several super powerhouses in this plane can't tell whether Maranos is a native species of Daxoldas.

The Brain Eater is not a beast with a low IQ, it is a cruel and cunning predator, and even several of the super-strong men of Daxodas are helpless against this troublesome fellow.

Later, a super-strong man stepped forward and lured Maranos to the Land of Dusk with the brains of the legendary powerhouse as bait, so that he could guard the place where the sun was rising. In the decades that followed, I don't know how many Norland powerhouses were swallowed by Maranos. On the other hand, the strong men of Daxodas are also often devoured by brain-eaters under various pretexts. In the eyes of the powerhouses of the two planes, Maranos is a lingering nightmare.

And now, this beast was lying in the center of the legion fortress, its body tens of meters long had crushed a large number of buildings, and its huge body had countless criss-crossing wounds, and even its head was cut to pieces. A Norland powerhouse stood beside Marranos's body, looking around warily. This beast, which has lived for an unknown amount of time, has now turned into a corpse.

The fortress was littered with traces of fierce battles, countless corpses were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with all sorts of strange smells that were disgusting. On the city walls, a few Norland powerhouses silently cleaned up their wounds, exhausted to the point that they didn't even have the strength to celebrate this historic victory. Among those people, two strong men in black armor stood out, sitting alone, not talking to anyone, just resting on their own. No one was upset about this, the strength of these two mysterious figures had already been demonstrated in the previous death match, and the countless corpses of the Daxodas proved their strength.

No matter where they were, the Heavenly Sanctuary was as revered as the legendary powerhouses.

At this time, a fat man carrying a large knife came from afar. He wore only a pair of leather trousers, his oily belly was exposed, and a pair of big black hairy feet stepped on the ground, and he walked steadily towards the place where the sun was rising. His steps are heavy, and he tends to splash dust and stones when he lands. However, any fat man of his size would have heavy steps. And with this person's strength, he could make the Great Earthquake tremble like other strong people, but he didn't do it.

However, even without the trembling earth as a foil, this man naturally has the spirit of looking down on the world. He doesn't need to let off a strong aura or a piece of legendary armor to adorn himself. As long as he stands on the earth, he is the center of the world.

In his right hand, he held a three-meter-long machete, which was covered with rust, and even two pieces were missing from the blade. No one dares to underestimate this knife, which is a legend in itself. Back then, when Charles the Great wielded this broadsword to cut off the head of the Abyss Lord Dalamoma, the name of the Dragon Slayer resounded throughout Norland!

So far, it is the most well-deserved of the countless weapons on the Norland continent with the word "dragon slaying".

And now, the dragon slayer is in the hands of that stout fat man, who is the emperor of the Holy Alliance, the bloodthirsty Philip. He carries three heads in his left hand, belonging to three different races.

When the Daxodas retreated, Philip chased them alone, and the three heads were the spoils of war. Those who know him well know that Philip must have killed more than three enemies, but only the enemies he can see have the honor of being specially brought back by him. The strong man who can be targeted by him, looking at the entire Daxoldas, is a famous existence.

Two black-armored powerhouses jumped down from the city, landed in front of Philip, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty." ”

The other Norland powerhouses also jumped down one after another, knelt on both sides of the avenue, and said equally respectfully: "Your Majesty." ”

Even the Heavenly Rank Sacred Domain couldn't help but bow his arrogant head in front of this emperor. It was this man who washed away decades of shame on the Holy Alliance. He almost single-handedly stormed the Rising Sun, slashed the Braineater Maranos, and then spent the next few days holding off the frenzied counterattack of the Daxoldas. The rusty broadsword slashed hundreds of Daxoldas powerhouses, but not even a single piece of rust was scraped off the blade.

"Cook them and celebrate them tonight. Philip said.

With a thud, the three heads were thrown in front of the strong.