The wall was endless, and a gauzy white light was spewed upward, through which a low, pitch-black tornado could be clearly seen slowly rotating on the other side.

Anglie looked left and right, under the wall, the wind and sand around him were much smaller, and he could see the direction of both sides far away.

The wall was more than five meters high, stretching out on both sides until it was inserted into the gray-black wind and sand, and only a low rumbling sound could be heard in the sky, like the sound of a boulder rolling, which was the turning sound of a tornado on the other side of the black wall.

As far as the eye could see, there was little end in sight around the wall.

With a movement in his heart, he began to move rapidly to the left, and in a few minutes, a black building finally appeared in the wall, which looked like a mountain-shaped gate, and there was a well-repaired black stone path in front of the door.

Angel landed lightly in front of the gate, and on each side of the door was a black and purple giant eagle sculpture flapping its wings. The stone carving, which is more than two meters high, is full of tiny honeycomb-like holes.

Angre walked over and reached out and touched it, it was smooth and cold, the stone was very hard, and it should be the same material as the stone slab under his feet.

Walk along the stone path and stand in front of the dark round arch of the mountain building. The building has three spires that arch high, and the white tulle that shoots upwards is much brighter than all around.

Four symmetrical square windows can still be seen on the walls of the building, and there is a faint flicker of light inside.

Anglie's face moved slightly. "Is there anyone stationed here?" he strode into the archway and into a black hole-shaped passageway.

In front of the passage, in a dry circular ash pool, a black mermaid girl held a silver water bottle and tilted slightly, but there was not the slightest trace of water flowing out.

There is a black stone door on the left and right sides of the passage, and the white motifs of the moon and sun are engraved on the doors.

To Anglie's surprise, there was a faint sound of a harp coming from inside the door, as if someone was playing the harp and singing.

A clear male voice came from inside the door. On and off. It was a language that Anglie couldn't understand.

Looking left and right, Angel walked to his left hand side and knocked on the moon door.

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The stone door slowly opened inside, revealing a bright yellow light inside.

Anglie shuddered. Black smoke enveloped his body, and after a while, the black smoke dissipated, and he directly returned to his original human form and strode in.

Inside the door is a U-shaped hall. There were a few wooden counters sparsely placed in the hall, and behind the counters stood yellow-skinned, pointy-eared people, who seemed to be waiters.

In the empty space in the middle of the hall are several blackstone tables. Sitting around were some creatures with unusually strong breaths, drinking and chatting.

Only two of these creatures were human, the others were a black rhinoceros with two heads, a huge silver eagle covered in blood-red armor, and even a humanoid creature with a lobster's head and a demonic six-armed monster.

There is one characteristic of all these creatures, and that is strength.

As soon as Anglie entered, he closed the door with his backhand, only to glance around the hall slightly. I saw three creatures above the Dawn Wizard.

"Ascetic?" the term flashed through his mind.

The proportion of wizards in the middle is frighteningly high. Among them, there are naturally some shocking top powerhouses, and most of these powerhouses are actually exploring everywhere to explore the mysteries of time, space, and the world in order to be stronger.

This was the purpose of the ancient wizards, even though they were almost completely destroyed because of this purpose. But there are not a few who admire the spirit of exploration of ancient wizards. These powerful people are not willing to waste their lives fighting for power and enjoying corruption. It's about exploring and traveling, constantly strengthening yourself, and climbing to higher peaks.

These bio-powerhouses are not afraid of pain, and the pursuit of power is their only desire. It's just that they are generally only possible to meet them in extremely harsh environments, and in order to hone themselves, almost all of them have a perverted will and consciousness.

At this time, under the dim candle light in the hall, in addition to the strong men sitting around, there was also a man sitting by an oval flower pot playing the harp suddenly stopped singing and smiled at everyone.

"Welcome to the Desperate Inn, the new arrival. "The man had short silver hair, a handsome face, and his eyes had no pupils, but each had a red and blue swirl. He was wearing an extremely heavy black metal armor, like a humanoid mecha. The sharp points of the armor were still dark red soaked with blood, and in some places the wear and claw marks were faintly visible. The main thing is that he speaks the purest Byronic language, which Anglie can understand.

"Oh, have there been two newcomers in ten years? A red-bearded, bald head behind the counter shouted, "Outsider, are you hunting or sharpening yourself?"

For a moment, all eyes in the hall swept over Angele. Soon, everyone except the bearded man and the harp man looked away and resumed their conversation.

"Me?" Anglie was slightly stunned, "I'm here to study and collect something." He walked over to the bearded counter with a polite smile on his face.

"Research?" the bearded man shook his head speechlessly, "This is the Gate of the Abyss, not a place for children to come and play." Kid, you're in the wrong place. ”

"How?" Angliel smiled, throwing out a medium magic stone. "Give me a drink too, thanks. ”

The bearded man put away the magic stone with a smile, picked up the wine bottle and glass on the back counter and poured the wine with a bang. "The Abyss Gate means to close the gate of the Abyss, and from us in, it is the area of the Abyss Storm, which contains endless terrifying abyssal monsters, if it weren't for the remnants of the defense left by the ancient wizards, the whole world could be occupied by the monsters inside. The bearded man put the glass in front of Angli with a bang.

Yellow wine splashes from the glass onto the table, giving off a rich aroma.

Angliel took a sip of it, and a hot smell of wine suddenly poured into his mouth. "Why haven't I heard of this place in the middle before?"

With a bang, the handsome man who had just played the piano sat on the right side, and his heavy arm armor slammed into the counter, but he didn't smash a hole.

"Middle, you're from the middle?" the man gently rubbed the silver harp in his hand. "Haven't heard of this? Hehe, it's normal that those weak guys won't mention us. Come to think of it, I've been here for almost 200 years. Time flies so fast! I think I was just an ordinary third-level wizard back then, but now I'm actually at the dawn level. ”

"I think when those old men who could transform were still here. It's not that bad here. The scope of the Abyssal Storm is not that large, but it's a pity," the bearded man shook his head with a hard sip of wine. "I've lived here for more than a thousand years, and I don't see anything lightly. Femora, if Corin had been around, might have been able to stop the anomalous changes here. ”

The handsome man stroked the harp and shook his head slightly: "Let him pass the past, it's useless to say this now, the teacher's decision will not be changed by anyone." ”

"More than a thousand years," the corners of Angliel's eyes twitched. He already had a vague sense that this was no ordinary place. The old man with a beard who could be deformed in his mouth suddenly gave him a bad association.

"Bearded, are you talking about a shape-shifting old man, the kind of old man who likes to transform into all kinds of animals and loves to peep?" he interjected.

"Do you know?" the red bearded man glanced at Angel in surprise. "But it's not rubbish to find anyone here, and it's okay if you know one or two. That's right. Those old men really like to peep," he twitched a few times, and there was a smell of the past being unbearable. "They are also the guardians of this world. This is not a secret here. ”

"Okay, don't talk so much, talk about you. New, seeing that you are still young, how could you come to such a ghost place?" the harp man Femora looked at Angel with interest.

When Angel looked closer, he realized that the skin on his face was covered in fine lines, scars caused by too many times to heal witchcraft. This phenomenon only occurs if there are too many times in one part of the hand.

Especially when the pair of red and blue eyes stared at Anglie, Anglie actually trembled slightly, feeling a hint of danger.

His current humanoid strength is almost close to the level of level five, and he actually feels a trace of danger on this Femora, obviously the opponent's strength is close to level five.

"Tell me about me, what do I have to say? I just came here out of curiosity and wanted to study the Abyssal Storm. Angliel took a noncommittal sip of his wine.

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Fymoura swiped his fingertips over the harp, "Do you really know where this is?" he looked at Angel with a smirk. "You can't get in here by normal means. On the ground, you can only enter the black passage from the dimensional gate, and you can only come to the abyss gate along the black road, without the fifth-level strength, you can only pass sideways from the outer edge of the abyss storm at most, and you can't even withstand the gravitational pull of the peripheral wind and sand. ”

Angli was slightly shocked, recalling that he had actually flown down for so long before landing, and he vaguely understood something. Carefully glanced at the two people in front of him. "Is this below the inside of the storm?"

"Bell-bell-bell-guessed!" Femora chuckled, "We're actually a forgotten place. Maybe you're the strongest of your time, or maybe you're an exile from another world, or maybe you're a true criminal from the native world. There aren't so many rules here, just a little bit of strength!" he flexed his index finger and flicked it at Angle.

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An invisible stream of air struck Angliel's shoulder with precision, and was immediately blocked by a dark red halo.

"It's one of the pinnacles of the world. The bearded man laughed on the side, "It's very easy, it's not like the kid last time, who was killed directly by Femora with one finger." It is better to be weak than to die at the hands of one's own people. ”

Angliel smiled, knowing that the finger just now was a test of strength, and he was not angry, so he picked up the wine glass and drank it slowly. Listen to the bearded man introduce him to some common sense.

"The powerhouses of any region here can come, as long as you can pass through the gravity of the storm, through the ground, and down from the warped space in the storm, you can reach the depths of the bottom of the storm, which is our place, the Desperate Hotel. The reason why it is called a desperate situation is because of the danger here. (To be continued.) )