The Land of Shudala.

Bright red fiery clouds were suspended in the sky, as if covered in blood, endless, and from time to time several bat-winged demons of different sizes smiling through the air, and a terrible roar resounded through the sky.

In the center of the endless sea of clouds, there is a huge world passage, and the surrounding continuous fire clouds are black, which is extremely deep, and on the other side of the passage, there is a terrifying hell world.

It was originally a place inhabited by mortals, ruled by the Black Iron Warlock Grand Duke Barrow, and was not part of a huge empire, and few warlocks could notice the land, which gave the devil the opportunity to lure (harmoniously) the Grand Duke of Barrow into the arms of hell.

The original mortal land has been transformed into a strangulation ground for life, and in the strife that has lasted for more than a month, this area has been born every day in the battle between warlocks and infernal creatures, and death has never stopped.

On the barren land as far as the eye could see, Vincent stood alone.

He was dressed in a simple black robe, his black hair was simply combed into a bunch, and his expression was calm, looking at the dirt under his feet.

It is about 2,000 kilometers away from the World Passage, and it has experienced the ravages of the devil, and the warlock has fought with the creatures of hell here, and now there are no living creatures to reside, only he stands here alone.

Beneath his feet, the pure black earth stretched as far as the eye could see, and there was a little bright red mixed in with it, and there was a little fishy smell in it, as if there were blood stains seeping into it.

And that's just the surface.

Vincent watched quietly for a moment, then reached out with his palm, pressed it to the ground, and buckled it to the ground.

His fingers moved a few times in succession, digging deeper into the ground, as if he was seducing something.

Soon, he paused, and his brow furrowed.

Pull your fingers off the ground. At the fingertips of the fingers, there is now one more thing.

It was a ten-centimeter-long black worm.

Half of its body was covered with scales, while the other half was a worm like soft mud, with a small head, only a centimeter in diameter, but a mouth full of fangs, biting straight into his fingers.

Although its teeth are sharp, in the face of the boy's rigid body, it can't even bite the skin, so it can only hang on it.

Vincent knew the worm. This is a creature endemic to hell, called the Black Scale Worm, a carnivorous creature that likes the taste of flesh and blood very much, and is also an alchemical material, which can be used to make some unique antidotes.

This kind of creature did not belong to this silver world originally, and it is expected that the world passage has existed for too long, and the hell has a certain connection with their world, thus giving rise to some unique creatures from other worlds.

Glanced at the bugs. Vincent took out an empty crystal bottle and came out, pinching his fingers slightly on the insect, and the whole insect trembled suddenly, as if it was under some kind of terrifying threat. Loosen your mouth and fall into the bottle.

Packing the bottle away, he took a look around the scenery and jumped to his feet. Got out of here.

It's been three days since Vincent and the warlocks from the academy came to the land of Shudara.

During these days, there was a lot of minor friction between the warlock and the creatures of hell. There are very few major wars, and in such small-scale struggles, there is no need for the Silver Realm Warlock to fight the devil, so naturally he does not move, and has been collecting some materials about the creatures of hell to prepare for his future.

The world is vast, and if you have the opportunity to touch something that you have not been exposed to, you can increase your knowledge, and maybe it will have an effect one day in the future.

"However, this situation is not good, this kind of bug has already appeared, the longer the world is connected, the more the hellish creatures will adapt to the environment here, and their strength will be more able to swing out, and around here, I can already smell the sulfur smell that belongs to hell alone. ”

During the flight, Vincent's heart was a little heavy.

And when he compared the information in his mind, his heart felt a lot better.

This world war, nominally an invasion of hell, is essentially just the reckless act of a gold-level devil, and the difference between them can be described as worlds apart.

"The world of hell is ancient and powerful, there are many gold-level powerhouses, if it is really that world that starts a war against our world, then we have no possibility to resist, and if it is just a gold-level devil's impact, the ability is still limited, whether it is the backup combat power or the number of strong people, as long as it survives, the victory must belong to us. ”

Vincent knew very well in his heart that with the division of forces in hell, it was absolutely impossible for the other party to find a second Golden Realm devil to participate in the battle.

In the world of devils, it is the strong who rule a territory, and under the leadership of a gold-level devil, there can never be a second gold-level devil.

This is the result of the treacherous and cunning nature of this race.

They do not allow their own kind of power to be in the same sphere of influence as themselves, so as to avoid similar seizures of power. Each of them is divided into territories according to their respective powers, and they are all on guard against each other, and even if there is something similar to friendship, it is extremely weak and difficult to generate real trust.

Therefore, in this kind of world-based war, it is absolutely impossible for that gold-level devil to invite an equally powerful devil to come and participate in this kind of war.

"It's a pity that in this kind of large-scale battle, it is difficult for me to find an opportunity to hunt the Silver Realm devil one-on-one, and I can't directly break into the devil's base camp now, it is too difficult to get the mythical bloodline, so I can only wait for a good time. ”

After a moment of silent thought, Vincent glided through the air, and soon a large new bunker appeared in his sight.

This is a strategic camp for tacticians.

It is about five kilometers in circumference, with many buildings, from time to time there are warlocks coming in and out, each busy with something, countless runes of light are swirling, the luster is shining, and there is no shortage of some strange alchemy arrays, as if it has gone through a vast and long-lasting project to be established.

It is hard to believe that this camp was built in just one month, and it is undoubtedly a miracle that only alchemy can shape.

Descending from the sky, many warlocks around him saw that it was him, and they all stood up and saluted.

Vincent chucked his head in response.

He had been here for a few days, and the great name of the Mythical Bloodline Warlock had also made many warlocks aware of him and remember his face.

As soon as he landed and wanted to walk to the side, a bearded warlock next to him walked up with a chuckle and greeted him: "Hey, Vincent, have you gained anything from going out these days?"

Vincent turned his head, glanced at the speaker, and recognized the person. (To be continued......)

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