Potana has thought a lot about the fall of the Black Flame Pass, and she has more than one plan, but it turns out that when you show off to the world with your plan that things are going well, the world will always grab you by the neck and give you two slaps in the face, and by the way, tell you that the world has its own plans for fate.

First of all, Lord Heather unsealed the power of the Lord of Darkness to abolish the spread of the plague among the gnolls, and single-handedly blocked the occupation and invasion of the entire position by the gnolls.

In the face of an old evil god who is recovering, even if the Splitting Claw Clan is iron, it is impossible to directly rush up to a hearty god-slaughtering operation.

The elite of Archoverseer Hurgeson's army had no choice but to retreat.

The Jackals thought they could only watch as the cowardly defenders of the Black Flame Pass left their leader behind, leaving the resurgence of the evil god to the gnolls who would surely find a way to cross the pass.

But it turns out that once the accident happens, it definitely doesn't just hurt.

Before the gnolls had completely withdrawn from their positions in the Black Flame Pass, a great tear in the astral boundary dominated by the Transians in Fort Courage, a frontier, suddenly occurred.

Before the huge amount of psionic energy bombarded the boundary of the material world, Potana felt that something was wrong, as a psionic master, she knew very well how terrifying things such a huge amount of psionic energy could do, so she immediately ordered to retreat as quickly as possible.

In the chaos, she could not find her adopted son, who had high hopes, and could only temporarily turn in in her luxurious war vehicle, but the astral tear came much faster than she thought.

The ambitious Gnoll Mother had seen with her own eyes how the chaotic turbulence from the astral plane washed down and completely engulfed the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Splittal Clan, so strong and unstoppable, so brutal and inhumane.

This made Potana almost collapse.

She had no idea that the Transansian counterattack would come so quickly and so madly.

She was sure that the dangerous Astral Turbulence had destroyed the Black Flame Pass before destroying her base camp, and that the former fortress had been swept into the Astral Boundary, and that the road to Transncia would be unblocked.

Are these guys crazy?

The Filth Storm in the Astral Plane will not last forever, and once the filthy spirits entrenched there dissipate, there will be nothing to stop the gnolls that follow them.

Without the Black Flame Pass, what do they plan to use to stop the furious Black Plague that is invading Transnesia?

Before she could figure out the answer to this question, she saw Murphy's bird fall from the sky, and when they met their eyes, the Splittal Mother roared and cursed the damned Murphy and the Transans who deserved to hell.

She was so angry.

So much so that she forgot the very important thing, and that was that her position had been exposed.

"Mannis, do it!"

At Murphy's call, the Infinity, who had been waiting on the other side of the astral rift, quietly poked his body out of the rift, like a cunning snake poking its head out of its head, making sure that there was no danger on the other side before rushing in to eat food.

Although Mannez didn't shake his powerful form today, the body of the "Mountain Moving Serpent" was large enough, a single head was the size of a house, and two eyes with quicksand patterns of time were like big light bulbs in the dark, illuminating the land that was being washed by the filthy psionic energy of the astral plane.

It spat out a bright red snake letter, and after confirming that the dangerous chaotic turbulence was gone, it swaggered out of the torn astral rift.

An astral demigod has entered the material world!

This is a terrible state of affairs that has happened no more than ten times in the past thousand years on the continent, and the moment Mannes enters the Black Flame Pass, the rejection from the material world makes it let out a rather uncomfortable scream.

Now that the "Frontier Agreement" is still in force, all astral creatures entering here will encounter this kind of rejection.

After all, it was a limitation related to the power left behind by the Creator, and even if Alpha had the audacity to open a temporary boundary, Mannez would definitely not be able to stay here for long.

It has to seize every minute and every second.

But luckily, time is always generous to Ouroboros.

"Huh"

The creature like an earthy yellow dragon flashed in time and space the moment it entered the material world, and appeared precisely in the airspace where the vulture Revno was.

After seeing Mannis's malicious eyes and open mouth brewing in the space-time breath, the Claw Splitter Mistress who was madly cursing the Transians suddenly became a spirit.

At this moment, she realized something terrible.

That is, leading the astral rift is not the end of the Trancians' counterattack, and their appetite is greater than anyone thinks.

Their goal is themselves!

It's yourself who started a war against the Black Flame Pass!

"The Lord of the Hunt is above."

Botana, who had never believed in God, had only time to crush one of the voodoo charms she had with her, and prayed to the Lord of the Hunt that she would survive tonight.

In the next second, the earthy yellow sand like the breath of time and space swept down from the sky, this special breath did not have the power of direct harm, but any life or even objects that came into contact with the breath of the Endless were as if they were placed in a fast-flowing time, and the speed of time in this area was disrupted.

In Mannis' wagging breath, the luxurious war chariots seemed to have been discarded for a thousand years, weathered and worn in the blink of an eye, while the elite of the Gnoll Voodoo Army guarding Potana seemed to age at an accelerated rate, and they were pushed from prime to old age in the blink of an eye in the blink of an eye in a frightened scream.

Weakened by strength, courage and will, unable to hold even the heavy weapons in their hands.

Mannis didn't kill them.

But it's not that the Endless One is kind, because it's too lazy to waste time on these little bugs, and its goal is quite clear, and that is Potana.

To be precise, it is the power of the golden transcendent law possessed by this golden jackal.

This convergence of material world power would not help Mannes get out of his weakness, but devouring the Transcendental Law would allow an astral demigod like him to quickly grasp a knowledge he did not understand.

For the demigods, who are generally immortal, this is the most interesting leisure entertainment of a long life.

After all, demigods also need to "learn", alas, in the good old days, those supplicants of the material world often needed pure power, and the demigods did not lack this thing and could always give it at will, but now that time flies, the supplicants have also learned, and they have begun to chase wisdom rather than brute force.

This puts some non-thinking astral demigods in a rather embarrassing situation.

Let's say that one day a guy contacted Manners through a mysterious ritual, but he asked Manners for a solution to Fermat's theorem.

What do you say a demigod should answer?

Say you don't know?

Damn, demigods also want face!

Because of this bad trend, knowledge has become the most popular thing to trade between the demigods of the astral plane.

Although Manneth has a bad relationship with the other demigods, he also knows how to be prepared, and he has an extra core of transcendent law in his hand, and if he is blocked by someone later, he will have something to offer for mercy, so as not to be beaten up, which is also a beautiful thing.

Ah, look at this damn life, bending the old waist of the Endless, if it weren't for the damn Ao messing around, how could the snake of time be humbled to this point?

"Get to work! Don't feel sorry for yourself there! ”

The urging from Murphy made Mannez snort.

The mighty but arrogant Serpent of Time roamed the air with its massive body, and it quickly caught the location of Potana, who had evaded the space-time breath with voodoo transcendence, and the cunning Gnoll Mistress was using a technique to teleport herself out of the dangerous land.

But the Serpent of Time sneered, and it didn't stop it, just watched Potana disappear into the golden voodoo streamer, and then yawned and threw a "Time Rewind of the Highest Level" at that location.

A few seconds later, the wide-eyed Mistress Potana was forcibly "pulled" back from thousands of miles away by the force of time.

Hey, where are you going, sister?

If you don't have any strange objects on you that can stop the time raid or force the flow of time to stabilize, then you don't have to struggle today, and judging from the way Potana can be pulled back to the battlefield by time rewind, there really isn't such a strange object in the hands of the Claw Master.

Oh, that's miserable.

There is a whole power level between the demigods and the gold, and Potana, who is unprepared to be targeted by a bad guy like Mannis, is like black iron being targeted by silver, and 99% of the time it is a torture.

Of course, a magical black iron like Murphy can't be counted among them, and he can easily kill 80% of the silver.

And the most terrifying thing is that Murphy is coming this way with his "revenge army".

The vampire governor flapped his wings and hurried through the filthy storm of darkness with his heavily armored chainsaw sword, and behind him were shouting and excited xenanimen warriors.

Those winged vampire players hang two non-vampire players on their own, and in the 500% super movement speed brought by the celestial acceleration thrown by Murphy, they are like a vampire transport brigade that traverses the dangerous astral energy, most NPCs will not do such crazy and risky things, but crossing the astral filth is nothing to the player.

After all, they had done similar work in the ruins of Cadman City, and they were used to the elusive mental shock.

Obviously, Murphy is a very polite lord, and if a big man like the Splittal Mother wants to leave the world, he has to come and give him a send-off for everything.

This is part of the thousand-year-old ritual of vampires, and it should not be taken lightly.

"Ah, my terrible collaborator is coming for your trouble, Gnoll."

Mannis kept throwing out time-disordered energy balls in the air, smashing down a psionic lightning bolt from time to time, and while playing with the embarrassed Chief Potana like a cat playing with rats, he said sarcastically:

"I've never seen anyone provoke him to such an extent, what a friendly vampire he is, you've him off. It seems that after brutally extracting your golden transcendental law, I have to spare your life to quench his anger for him, lest he do something even crazier.

Well, I'll tell you a secret, he can do even crazier and scary things.

Poor gnoll, you've started a war, but you have no idea what kind of people you're fighting against, and in their popular parlance, this guy is a hanger. ”

"The Astral Guardian and the Summoner are just a partnership, you don't need to obey Murphy's orders, Mighty Demigod, spare my life! I will do my best to satisfy all your cravings! ”

The disheveled Potana screamed, and she shouted:

"The resources that a living Gnoll Great Chief can mobilize are terrifying, and I can provide you with everything you need! It's a lot more cost-effective than killing me here! ”

"Whew, good idea, I'm a little excited, I do have a lot of things of interest hidden in the material world."

Manners curled up and gently bit the tail of his peculiar pointer with his mouth, which spun rapidly in the air like a ring.

This must be some kind of secret method.

At the moment when the Endless began to spin, Portana's personal stream of time was inexorably accelerated forward, and after only three turns, the already old Splittal Chief was pushed into a state of weakness with only one day left before natural death.

Seriously ill, she couldn't even stand up, and fell to her knees.

"However, do you really think I'm going to offend Alpha because of something outside of me? In your eyes, am I really such a stupid life?

How do I feel like you're mocking me, pathetic gnoll?"

Mannis's eerie voice whispered in Portana's ears, saying something like "Alpha" that Portana couldn't understand, and in the next moment, the vicious grasp from the demigod was like an invisible hand on the gnoll's heart, and she could feel that the power she relied on for her life was being forcibly withdrawn from her body.

"No!"

The frail old gnoll struggled on the ground, snot and tears pouring out.

She screamed and suffered until the evil-eyed Manneth extracted the complete Voodoo Transcendence Law as its trophies.

The Split-Claw Mistress had lost her strength and fell to the ground like a bag of flour, and she looked up with great difficulty, just as she saw a pair of bloody wings folded in front of her, and her boots embellished with the insignia of the Vulture fell into the blood-stained dust in front of her.

Potana struggled to tilt her head.

But she didn't have much time left, she couldn't do it, but the next moment, she was caught in the cold armor and lifted into the air.

She finally saw the person in front of her.

She saw Murphy's face and eyes that seemed to burn with blood, the first time she was seeing the vampire lord who was disgusted by Dusk.

It was only then that Portana realized that this guy was so young.

"You have tried to teach us to be afraid with the brutality and madness of the Splittal Clan, and you have tried to see enemies that you have slaughtered like the previous four Plagues. But you, like everyone else, underestimate us.

Transcia has responded to the Black Plague and all those who try to harm us

This.

That's our response! ”

"Poof"

The Evil of Necessity pierced forward with incomparable meekness under Murphy's grip, piercing the already very weak heart with a ferocious manner, cutting off the last chance of the gnoll chieftain.

Potana had speculated about her future many times, even divination, and she imagined what it would be like when she died, but she probably never expected her death to be so depressing, so sloppy.

But as a qualified villain, he always has to spit out a few trash words to show his presence before hanging up.

So, she said:

"Dusk. Yes. Destruction"

"Click"

The neck and spine were severed, the headless body fell to the ground, and the old head, carved with the embarrassment of a loser, was carried in Murphy's hands.

The vampire governor disdained to listen to the screams of the defeated dogs.

It's just a curse of boredom, and if this thing really works, the vampire race would have been wiped out eight hundred years earlier.

He lifted the head of the Splittal Chieftain and looked back at the Endless One suspended in the night sky behind him, whose light of time had flickered very rapidly, like the Giant of Light when it was dead.

"The material world is rejecting me, and I have to go back to my kingdom, my dear collaborator."

Mannis stretched his body, allowing his massive mountain-moving body to surround Murphy, and he raised his terrifying head so real for the first time, looking condescendingly at the vampire lord.

It says:

"Not only did I come here to hunt a toy that I could play with for a long time, I also brought a warning that it was a secret that could not be told in the astral plane. You must be prepared for Murphy, the war of the gods in the subspace is intensifying.

Those dangerous doglegs are planning rather terrible things, and the Black Plague is just a means that can be used by them, not to dwell on the defeat or victory in front of them.

Subspace is a real battleground!

The astral boundary is the edge, and you are here in the rear, and the fate of all living beings is strung together, and they can't escape from you or me.

Embark on your path as soon as possible. ”

(End of chapter)