The time that wanders back to the past and the future, and the space that covers the sky and the earth, are the two eternal supreme truths, and the ultimate mystery buried deep in the lowest level of the world.

Since the first day of magic, elven magicians have poured a lot of effort into the exploration of the laws of space-time operation. They worked tirelessly to unravel the mysteries of time and space, and then mastered this extraordinary power.

At that time, towering magic towers were rising from the ground, erudite and specialized magic masters were emerging one after another, and the magical civilization of the Elven Empire was at its peak, and almost every magic school in later generations could find their source during this period.

This was the first peak in the history of magic.

It was also at this time that the highest camp body of elven magicians, the "Clear Spring Council", began the first substantial plane exploration in history. Compared with the ethereal and elusive time, the visible space seemed easier to start with, but they really ignored the fact that the vast starry sky they looked up from the top of the tower was actually different from the real space.

The theoretical research on the laws of space and the exploration of planned plans have all ended in failure, and the "Qingquan Council" has begun a more blind attempt in desperation. They used the "Supreme Nine Towers" and the powerful magic power of the council members themselves to check the weak areas of the main plane space one by one, looking for any clues of the existence of dimensional passages. At the end of the day, the council even decided to send a mentally strong magician to wander through the endless void in the form of a consciousness body, hoping to encounter other suspended independent planes.

Hell is one of them.

It was supposed to be another separate space in the void until the emissaries of the "Council of Clear Springs" arrived. After the opening of the plane passage, the two sides began to communicate with each other. It is precisely for this reason that the evil gods in the underworld have such strange life forms, and do not follow the life code of the Trinity of this plane at all.

From this point of view, purgatory, as a subordinate plane of the main world, should be closer to the human world. But. The damage inflicted by the demons of purgatory on this world realm is not far behind that of the evil gods.

For the Lord's realm, the subordinate plane is like a branch extending from the trunk of a tree, and the overlap between the two spaces is also wider and weaker. Sometimes there is no need for human intervention, and purgatory and the human world will be connected by chance.

And every time at this time, the influx of purgatory demons means that another catastrophe is coming.

The tyrannical nature of these indigenous creatures living in the abyssal fire seems to have been deeply implanted in the bone marrow. They were dubbed "demons" as vicious and evil, and what they did when they invaded the mainland. It also lives up to the terrifying meaning of this word.

Thousands of miles away, there is such a race that will regard destruction and killing as the greatest pleasure. Due to the inherent limitations of dimensional space, even if the portal to Purgatory was opened, the demons would not be able to commit a huge amount of troops at once. But even so, having a certain number of demon legions is enough to fight against more than double the number of human alliances, and. This is also due to the huge disadvantage of equipment and tactics.

Until, in the summer of the following year, the revival of each other.

An evil fire mage. Once again, the portal to the Abyssal Sea of Fire was opened, and the flaming steel doors stood above the volcanoes of the Necronomic Wilderness, and a steady stream of demons strode from Purgatory.

The people on the mainland were panicked, and the countries of the "Holy Alliance" were like facing a great enemy, and they contacted each other to prepare to form an alliance again, and mobilize troops to the north of the alliance to build a defensive line.

But the expected catastrophe. It didn't come as expected. In tens of thousands of years of history, the Demon Legion has never been as non-existent as it is today, lurking in the Necronomic Wilderness, silently building fortresses and walls, only on the southern edge of the wilderness. Skirmishes with the armies of the Holy See.

The horrific scenes of the demonic invasion are still vivid, and people certainly don't believe so easily that these demons with a brutal nature can keep to themselves. At the same time, however, the situation on the mainland has changed abruptly, and a wonderful drama has been staged one after another. The "twins of light and darkness" Silves and Inedil came to power, and the struggle between the Inquisition and the headquarters of the Holy See was in full swing. In contrast, the demon legions lurking in the inaccessible wilderness really seem to have disappeared.

It wasn't until the launch of the "Tide of Shadows" offensive that the demon legion finally came into people's sight again. But among the three major legions, the Demon Legion was only an auxiliary after all, and when people's eyes swept over these forces that came to purgatory again, they finally gradually forgot the horror they had brought and their original identity, and only treated them as an existing force on the continent.

After all, in the midst of such turmoil, everyone is more focused on the changes that matter to them than to a potential threat thousands of miles away.

Thinking of this, Amosic couldn't help but shake his head, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The moment the city of Rankine was breached, he fulfilled his promise and led his legions to the north. It was precisely because of this that the Demon Legion was saved from suffering such heavy losses as the "Council of Bones". The Holy Alliance's forces are pursuing the Judgment Crusaders, and the two sides are not far apart in strength, and they are bound to be locked in a protracted battle. As the initiator of the "Tide of Shadows", Silves will definitely be retaliated against with all the strength of the Holy See of Light. By that time, the demon legions will be able to do almost anything they want.

I really should thank Allegri for that kid. It was because of his advice that he adopted the current strategy of fishing in troubled waters. The invasion of the Legion a thousand years ago was met with the combined resistance of almost all the powerful forces of the entire continent, and now, almost no one interferes.

Amosic lifted both heads and yawned lazily. Whether it is a giant dragon or a two-headed demon dragon, they are very fanatical about sleep, and the reason why they were willing to preside over the promotion ceremony of the legion demon in the past was because it was more leisurely to stay in the base.

However, now is not the time to sleep, the situation in the entire south of the mainland has been in chaos, and I must think carefully about the next strategic deployment.

Whether to directly enter the Saint-Setestian Empire, or to take full control of the Necromantic Wilderness first, or even to get involved in the "Council of Bones" has just abandoned the Tirappas, he needs to think carefully.

While he was thinking sideways, there was a sudden darkness between heaven and earth without warning.

Amosic was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but support his huge body. He flickered for a moment, his eyes flashing red, and as he swept the space around him again, he seemed to see obscure fluctuations stretching along the invisible silk web. The evil god summoning order issued by the "Lord of Shadows" is sweeping the continent through the cobwebs of shadows, and the two-headed demon dragon from Purgatory naturally does not understand the specific meaning.

However, his gaze changed suddenly.

This is because, right under his nose, the huge portal is slowly becoming dim.

The black-red flames that swirled around the steel door were already burning, but now they slowly trembled, shrinking back into the pattern of the magic circle engraved on the door frame. The teleportation light curtain that hung between the doors, with a radius of hundreds of meters, originally had a faint red light rippling like water waves, but at this time, it suddenly condensed, as crystal clear as a mirror.

Amosic let out a low roar, flapping his wings and flying up, his body was huge, but his movements were very agile, just a light roll, and he spun around and levitated in front of the portal, and among the four dragon's eyes, the angry fire surged like a tidal wave.

As the controller of the teleportation circle, Amosic naturally has all the control of the "Iron Gate", but at this moment, the power of the portal is not known to be invoked by whom, and he actually didn't feel any signs, which couldn't help but make him feel shock and anger in his heart.

It happened very suddenly, and the portal, which was still functional, suddenly condensed into ice like the surface of the water. A counterclaw demon who just wanted to pass through the light curtain was directly stuck in it. The huge shear force of the chaotic space cut him into two pieces in an instant, but this demon that resembled a lizardman had an extraordinary vitality, and only the remaining half of his body was still able to roll and writhe on the ground, screaming miserably.

The agitated Amosic snorted angrily, and a scorching dragon's breath swept through, leaving only a charred ash in the ground. The demons who had been curious to surround them hurriedly scattered far away. No matter how simple their minds are, they also clearly know that in the purgatory where the strong are respected, angering a strong person is the quickest way to get to death.

In the fortress of the Demon Legion, the terrified laborers and soldiers returned to their original tracks. Only the huge and monstrous Infernal Dragon was still staring at the mirror-smooth portal, spitting out sulphur-filled smoke from its mouth and nose. Amosic wanted to see who dared to calculate himself, and actually secretly took over the control of the portal and secretly mobilized his own power.

He didn't have to wait long.

Right in front of his eyes, cracks slowly emerged on the smooth mirror surface hundreds of meters in a radius, spreading from the center to the surroundings.

Then, there was a bang.

The teleportation light curtain cracked and splashed everywhere!

The bizarre turbulence of time and space was faintly visible, and an arm covered with fine scales clenched its claws into a fist and struck out. (To be continued......)

PS: (One change, try to two changes, has been criticized by the editor, is introspective)