The world was silent. There were no angry cries, no pain, no joy, not even the faint breathing of rodents, nor the flapping of wings or the beating of hearts. Barely audible sounds like blinking an eye or a plant digging its rhizome deep into the soil are also absent.

No, it's not entirely silent either.

The sea seemed to be moving—though it was unusual for such a sound to be present in a place more than thirty miles from the shoreline—the waves were crashing against the earth, making a muffled "poof" sound that was completely different from that of the coastal cliffs. The wind was blowing, sweeping through the yellow grass and shaking the branches of the trees that had turned completely bald.

The dog trainer led an army of monsters through the flood that suddenly erupted again. Except for a few monsters with the ability to travel through this terrain, the Blazing Shadowmons, Raven Men, Imps, and the half-flesh and half-mechanical Chocobos all followed behind the Raider.

Instead of using his orc form, he walked on the earth in his original form. The lower half of his body, made of magma, solidified into a single path through the salt marshes as he walked.

Thanks to the abundant strength in his body, as well as the continuous replenishment, he will not feel pain because of it. Whenever he felt a little tired, he would take out pieces of green energy crystals and swallow them into his mouth.

But he will get bored.

"This must be the trick of those stinky fish," said the dog trainer, whose ember-like shell shone red and green like a walking lighthouse, "and I'm going to stir up a volcano and turn them all into grilled fish." ”

Although the Emperor was a raider sent by the Emperor because he sensed the Divine Power, the Dog Trainer disappeared shortly after the Divine Power was opened, and the army was flooded and almost sank into the mud.

The emperor did not stop, but only slightly changed his orders. "If the Servant of God doesn't exist, then eradicate the benthic devilfish. Because they're all parasites that will pollute the world I'm going to control. ”

Dog trainers feel that this assessment is very correct. He hadn't had time to use all his strength in the last battle with that weirdness, and now he needed to make a name for himself with a hearty battle.

In his right hand, he holds the flaming whip, and in his left hand, he holds the skull of Darabot, a magical artifact twisted and shaped by the emperor, also known as the "Dwarf Humiliator", who wants to sweep away the scum that has been smuggled into the Ramsay plane.

Wielding the whip vigorously, the tip of the whip rolls up a large pile of trees that have been "burned" by the salt water, and the dog trainer paves them in his path, giving the Magma Foot a more "comfortable" place to settle down as it passes.

The monster army is not only trudging hard, they are also strategically "encircled". When the dog trainer stepped onto the place where he had first walked, the cooled lava finally spared the salt marsh.

More precisely, it is to go around the portal that has been opened to the bottom of the island world. "It's a hot pot," the dog trainer snorted, a grim smirk at the corners of his mouth, and stabbed the flaming whip into the ground as a spear.

The accumulated salt water instantly danced, turning into steam and rising up. It didn't take much effort, he didn't rely on the mana in his body to maintain the heating process, but drilled through the earth's crust and attracted the lava beneath Ramsay's earth. Like a boiling soup pot, the salt marsh area surrounded by a "dam" is rapidly boiling.

Smelling the disgusting smell in the air, similar to the smell of meat mixed with the smell of a pit, the dog trainer couldn't help but frown. With his ear, he could naturally hear the movement from the center of the "soup pot", which was the miserable howl of the strange monster under the command of the benthic demon fish.

"The worst fish hot pot is completely unappetizing," the raider waved his hand away, driving away the stench that had accumulated in front of him, and then shouted loudly, "I have to add some more condiments to you!"

He stretched out his left hand, and green smoke came out of the eyehole of Darapoter's skull, mixing with the water vapor in front of him. A large number of apparitions appeared out of thin air, and countless monsters poured in like dumplings, desperately rushing towards the center of the "soup pot".

Reinforced by magic, these illusions sit somewhere between reality and fiction - if witnesses believe they are real, they will have real bodies in a matter of moments and put harm into practice.

Otherwise, these visions do not cause much damage. It's just that for those strange legions who have just arrived in the Ramsay plane and can only barely breathe and adapt to the land environment by relying on the slime secreted by amphibian demon fish, they can't keep calm in the face of so many enemies, and they are all terrified.

"Crawl out of the boiling water," said the amphibian demon fish as he waved his tentacles to mobilize magical power to protect himself, and the amphibian demon fish tried to use his psychic ability to appease the stricken legions, "You don't need to be in the water to breathe now, pick up your weapons!"

Watching some stupid fish monster struggle between scalding to death and "thinking he's going to suffocate to death" makes the seven-cheeked councilor angry. These main combat forces of the Benthic Demon Fish Empire are not only useless now, but may also become a drag. Because they are so frightened, they always believe that they are true when they are confronted with visions.

At this moment, the only ones who can still hold on are those armor monsters under his command. Created by the benthic devilfish, this creature perfectly adapted to the terrestrial environment is the favorite of the amphibian devilfish councillors.

Relying on their thick carapaces, they used their bodies to build a platform for the strange army in the boiling water. But then they have to crawl around—repeating themselves from the bottom to the top—so as not to roast themselves—and the fighting power of these powerful monsters is completely unleashed.

"You need our strength," Toplo, who had just stabilized the portal, which had become unstable due to the eruption of the underground volcano, and several other seven-gilled bottom-dwelling demonfish floated over, and Toplo, who had recovered a little, said, "Of course, it must also be exchanged. ”

Several other "old and good" parliamentarians also laughed sneeringly, and the meaning of this was self-evident. The amphibian demon fish councilor yelled helplessly: "I will exchange it for being the memory of the evolutionary sleep that has lasted for five hundred years, and made me an amphibian subspecies!"

As he spoke, six jet-black and shiny bubbles erupted from the middle of his cheeks. One fish, six benthic devil fish are not polite, and they are immediately caught separately.

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