From the evening of January 1st, the defenders of the City of Twilight clearly felt the enemy's offensive intensifying.

The army of demons is becoming mad and furious, and is losing control, like an enraged bull in the Colosseum, desperately rushing towards the red cloth ahead.

The intensity of the war, because of the madness of the devil's army has risen again to a new level.

The terror offensive has put a lot of pressure on the City of Dusk.

Fortunately, Richard had already sensed the risk of world change in the last expansion film, Crimson Moon, and began to prepare for war.

The underworld is being built day and night to produce the weapons needed for the city of dusk, and the established industries of black gel and magic sound boxes, plus the El plane is responsible for providing the funds.

The El Gamers Association, the El Gamers Alliance, and the Templar Empire are able to provide the city with the talent it needs.

In addition, he has allies - the city of Solan in the Desert of Death, the top power of the Ice Empire, the Frostwolf family, and the real boss Luanwei Flower Chamber of Commerce.

There is no shortage of people, money, and goods.

Coupled with his own prestige, it is no exaggeration to say that the power that Richard can use has surpassed most of the aboriginal forces, and even many empires cannot match.

In this way, this was not swallowed up by the black tide of the devil's army.

Artillery is roaring, crossbow arrows are roaring, magic is roaring.

The devil with his tail and hideous face attacked the walls again and again like locusts.

The army on the city walls fought back mercilessly.

Looking down from the sky, you can see the mushroom cloud that rises after the stone statue of the dead and the battle axe is thrown and exploded, you can see the madness of the sandstorm master turning into a sandstorm disaster sweeping in all directions, and you can see the domineering power of the king of the forbidden army using an invisible rope to control the sword and use the broken army.

Under the high-intensity war, the devil's army suffered heavy casualties, and the corpses everywhere forced the Sandstorm masters to manipulate the sand and gravel over and over again to bury it in the earth.

Under these circumstances, the losses of the City of Dusk began to increase until they became unacceptable.

The army of the city of dusk itself, the army supported by the underworld, and the flesh and blood machinery researched by Adele, which is being mass-produced in the arsenal at the moment, are all thrown into the war, and even so, they can't withstand this level of consumption.

The battle situation was quickly passed to Richard, and he did not hesitate, and immediately ordered the reinforcements of the Elf plane to be stationed.

The El Players Association, the El Alliance, the two organizations together have tens of thousands of members, and these members are not individuals, they are all forces in charge!

In the last secret meeting, Richard relied on his exaggerated prestige, coupled with the reliance of these forces on the trading center of the El plane, so that he got what he wanted from these forces.

Army!

Huge army!

These forces, without exception, have come to the aid of the City of Dusk.

The more provided seven or eight legions, and the few had one or two.

With a huge base, this power has become extremely exaggerated.

This move on the plane of El's plane was definitely the most subtle move he had ever played.

If it weren't for the strength of the vast majority of people, facing the attack of the Nine Hells alone would be really a hopeless hellish difficulty.

In the siege battle, although the defending side has an absolute advantage, this war is too bloody and the damage is far greater than ordinary people can imagine.

With the addition of new forces, the city of Dusk is once again full of military strength, and it has the capital to fight hell.

The fighting continues

On the rear command platform of the devil's army, the three devil lords who had been deprived of their authority and still had demigod-level strength looked at the battlefield with cold eyes, and their faces were not good-looking.

For a few days, attacking a Grace Lord's territory without making the slightest progress was like a slap in the face.

Shame, unacceptable shame!

How long has the Charismatic Lord been in this world?

Can you even stop their attack?!

Sure enough, after the news of the unfavorable attack came back, the Nine Prison Masters sent a merciless reprimand.

It makes them angry!

How could that damn Charismatic Lord build a city so impregnable in just one or two years?!

"Your Majesty! The city has been cut off from all retreat by us! ”

"↑The Dark Treants in the Land of Quicksand to the north have also retreated to another dimension, and can no longer interfere with us."

"But there's more to the city than meets the eye!"

"They still have access to other planes, and their number of reinforcements is too abnormal."

"The spatial magic built by the Spellcaster Legion has been completed, just waiting for your order!"

The Devil Lord who is in charge of this war, the master of the first layer of the Nine Layers of Hell, Byer, has a dark eye.

He knew from the beginning that there were many reinforcements in the city, but the arrogance in his heart made him ignore them, they were from the Nine Hells, noble devils!

As long as a wave overwhelms the other party, why do you need to care about any reinforcements? In this city, it's all fresh food.

But the end gave it a hard slap in the face, food? There's a ferocious desert dragon hidden inside!

Reality forced him to put down his body and do what he should have done at the beginning of the war.

Bayer didn't look back at the devil lieutenant who spoke behind him, and said in a cold tone.

"So what are you waiting for?!"

The blasphemy of hell was full of darkness, coldness and brutality, and the flames of hell burned all over his body burst into flames in an instant, and the murderous aura covered the surrounding kilometers.

The demons around him felt the coercion, trembled, subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at it.

"Do it!"

Asmodeus was unhappy with its progress and only gave him the last three days.

It can't imagine what the consequences will be if it doesn't complete its mission. Conquer the city at all costs!

No one wants to face the wrath of Asmodeus, no one!

A moment later, a majestic force enveloped the city of dusk, and the army inside the city found out. The space became as thick as mercury, and the space magic was frozen and could no longer be used.

The devil's army took advantage of the situation to increase its offensive, thinking that it would take the city in one fell swoop when it cut off the retreat of the city of twilight.

But soon they were stunned to find out. The armies defending the city of Dusk were not affected.

The army poured up the city walls in a steady stream, sniping at the devils with the arrow towers and alchemy artillery in the rear, and forcibly withstood their attacks.

This made the three devil lords in charge of the command stunned and couldn't help but be annoyed, it wasn't space magic?!

Could it be that the other party occupies a plane?! But the connection of the plane also uses the power of space? You can't have a kingdom of God that is completely your own, right? That's ridiculous!

On the evening of January 2nd, just one day after the high-intensity attack of the Devil's army, the City of Dusk had consumed more than thirty legions.

That's thirty legions!

If it weren't for the fact that the area of the city of dusk was not large, the devil had to reduce his forces to attack, and he was afraid that the losses would be even more exaggerated.

And the devil's losses are completely incalculable.

In this day, in addition to the attrition of personnel, the consumption of strategic reserves is also exaggerated, and more than one million alchemy cannon bombs alone have been launched!

Almost every inch of space in front of the walls was washed with alchemical bombs.

The spatial gates that have been anchored in the interior of the City of Twilight are pouring out a steady stream of troops.

These armies came from the underworld, and when they entered the city of Dusk from the plane of El, they would immediately climb the walls and fight the army of demons.

Both sides have committed staggering figures.

However, no matter how ferocious the attack of the devil's army was, it was still unable to break through the city of Dusk.

Even if he attacked the city wall several times, he was finally recaptured strongly.

On January 3rd, the Devil's Army, which had been unable to attack for a long time, became more and more crazy.

Finally, Bayer, who was in charge of the command, issued a heavy order to let the devil lord of the third layer of the Nine Layers of Hell, Maman, lead the army to raid.

This is a tall, burly, mountain-like devil.

Its lower body is a giant snake with brown spots, and the upper half is a humanoid creature with long arms.

The huge head on the neck gives people a breathtaking sense of oppression, the big black mouth is full of sharp teeth and two huge fangs, the pale eyes have no iris and pupils, and there is only endless coldness as far as the eye can see.

Even if he loses his authority, this devil lord is still a level 30 demigod with supreme power!

Along with this devil lord, there are also 5 legendary-level devils, more than a dozen transcendental.

Under the restrictions of the rules of the main plane, this power is already all that can be used!

Sure enough, under the leadership of the level 30 demigod, the army defending the city was caught off guard, and the defense line was forcibly torn apart.

For the first time in the five days since the war began, the devil's army broke through the walls and entered the city.

Bayer, who was supervising the battle in the rear, immediately became excited, the abyssal flames on his body became more and more penetrating, and the anger that had been suppressed for several days finally had a place to vent at this moment.

Roar and order, the whole army presses!

But as soon as the order was given, the otherwise good situation suddenly changed.

The space that was sealed by magic erupted into violent shocks, and in just two breaths, the ban was invalid.

The next second when the space resumed flowing, dozens of tree roots that exuded an extremely evil aura fell from the sky, directly engulfing the Devil Lord Ma Man who had entered the City of Dusk and the high-level demons above the transcendent beside him, all of them into that shattered space.

The level 30 demigod seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he failed to make any effective resistance in the face of the binding of the roots.

When the space was closed, all the elites scattered into the city disappeared, and Maman, the lord of the third layer of hell, also lost his breath.

The excitement on Byer's face froze as he watched as the Twilight City's army rolled back and recaptured its position.

The results of the battle just now have been erased once again.

Lose. Failed?!

Bair only came back to his senses at this moment, and the flames in his chest exploded directly.

Jaw-dropping.

Pitfall? This turned out to be a trap?!!

Those damn bastards even set a trap!!

He knew the lord of the city, who had hunted gods and had the prestige of a god butcher.

He didn't rush to send high-level forces into battle at the beginning, just to prevent the opponent's hand.

After a few days of temptation, and the fact that the Divine Grace Lord was still in Solan City at this moment, the human who had stolen the power of the desert was still in Solan City, he decided to make a ruthless move.

But I didn't expect the other party to be so forbearing, and after a few days of high-intensity fighting, he didn't expose his high-level strength.

Shocked and angry.

If he was not mistaken, the sudden attacker was a god, an existence more terrifying than all evil beings.

It was a freak from the pollution of the Chaos Void, a descendant of the Chaos Gods, an enemy of the entire world, how could the other party have this level of power to guard?

Hybrids, mongrels!!

In a fit of rage, the hellish flames on the devil lord's body rose brightly.

He wanted to go forward and slaughter everyone in the city!

But the extremely evil aura that made his heart tremble was still in the sky, and no matter how angry he was, reason and fear in his heart made him unable to take half a step.

January 3rd, January 4th. The three-day time limit passed quietly.

The city of twilight still towers above the yellow sand, like a mountain that cannot be shaken.

Asmodeirs in Solan City heard that Bayer's attack had failed, and his eyes became extremely cold.

Especially after knowing that the devil lord Ma Man of the third layer of hell had disappeared without a trace, his eyes became extremely cloudy.

Take a deep look at the desert church outside the window.

"It's really not simple, even the gods can be enslaved."

"Let Bayer use the reserves, and I don't want to hear about the defeat again."

The calm voice made the six devil lords in the room rise in great fear, and they all brushed their chests and bowed, and they didn't dare to raise their heads.

Countless years of getting along with each other have allowed them to know that they are in charge. Anger has risen.

If you don't want to bear the anger of the other person, then next, it's better to complete the task.

In the countless years of existence of the Nine Prisons, countless Devil Lords have been replaced.

Most of them were executed for failing to fulfill Asmodeus' will.

The embodiment of order, the ultimate evil, Asmodeurs has the majesty of the god of creation in the Nine Prisons, even the devil lord who guards a certain level of the Nine Prisons is just his slave!

On January 5th, the pressure on the city of twilight skyrocketed again, with more than sixty legions of troops consumed in a single day, and the corpses could barely be buried under the desert outside the city walls.

After receiving the battle report, Richard pondered for a moment before issuing a new secret order.

Unbeknownst to outsiders, a large number of Templar Empire's armies began to move.

In the Ice and Snow Empire, the Frost Wolf Family, which had already devoured the territories of the five Grand Dukes, also stopped its expansion, and the army began to assemble.

On the same day, the City of Dusk welcomed new reinforcements.

This huge war in the Desert of Death has ushered in a new fight.

The development of this war did not develop according to normal logic, and in the evening of the same day, a system prompt completely changed the current situation.

The world is completely agitated.

"Ding~ Ten players have killed the gods to gain authority, and the darkness before dawn in the third chapter of the new era has officially begun."

"The old rules have rotted, and the world is about to be reborn."

"Players come to Glorious Age with a destiny, you are all the chosen ones, and you have come on a mission to start a new era."

"World Will has selected the best 100,000 players among them."

"The chosen ones will hold a portion of their own camp every day."

"When killed, authority will fall and will be inherited by the person who killed it, but the auto-perfect authority will be invalidated."

"The longer you live, the more complete your authority will be."

"Whoever holds the most complete authority after ten days will be the one who will usher in a new era."

"Ding~ All those who are favored by the will of the world will automatically start the live broadcast."

"Note: If all 100,000 patrons are killed, the beginning of the new era will end, and the gods will regain their authority, and the old world will be perpetuated once again."

"All players will automatically join the Faction, the Founder of the New Era, and the Gods will automatically become members of the Old Faction, the Keepers of the Old Order."

"The new era 500,000 years ago was closed and strangled by the gods, will you be able to carry this heavy responsibility after 500,000 years?"

After the system prompt fell, Richard's face became extremely complicated when he was deducing the battle situation in Dusk City on the sand table.

He didn't expect to suddenly open the third chapter at such a moment. And it's still so heavy!

100,000 players are chosen, and over time they will gradually take control of a certain authority in their faction.

How crazy is that?

Make 100,000 gods?

As soon as this chapter came out, the already chaotic situation developed directly in the direction of collapse.

Players, can you carry this heavy responsibility?

The final explanation made him even more solemn.

500,000 years ago, the beginning of a new era failed once

Half a million years ago, wasn't that the last battle of the gods?

Among them, it is actually related to the new era? And the gods succeeded!

500,000 years of glory!

One can imagine how crazy the gods would have been when they learned the news!!

They will do everything possible to prevent the new era from coming!

100,000 players. Is it enough to kill?

Richard smelled thick blood.

(End of chapter)