Have you ever wondered how a vast and empty plane, where the immortal and powerful spirit body wanders through, survives the days and nights of repeated cycles?

Monotonous, boring, even bleak, perhaps only such words can describe it.

It is no wonder that the elves call this plane full of negative energy "Hades", the prison of the gods of the underworld.

A prison from which there can never be escaped.

So you may be able to imagine how these spirit bodies rejoiced to come to this world, this colorful Holocene realm, when the Council of Clear Springs chiseled through the plane passage.

We don't know the Dao, and there is no record of whether these evil gods have stirred up even the slightest thought in their hearts to maintain or improve this worldly realm. But judging by what they did afterwards, I'm afraid the answer is no.

The positive world realm and the negative energy originally echoed from afar, and they soon discovered their advantage, which was a powerful force that surpassed the vast majority of living beings in this world realm, and could even mobilize the most original power of this world realm.

They were already able to live forever, and there was no means in this world that could kill them, and their actions gradually began to become unscrupulous. In the end, they even tried to intervene in the pattern and historical development of the mainland, and in the process, the self-confidence brought about by the strong force and the strength of the army was growing day by day. They began to call themselves gods and really looked down on all living beings from the perspective of a god.

But at that time, their foundation was still shallow, and not no one could match them.

At that time, Augustl and the Council of Clear Springs under his rule were the most powerful forces that could be achieved in this world. When the conspiracy of the evil gods was revealed, Adamhil was destroyed, and the remorseful Augustil began to remedy it, and the plane passage was sealed. Powerful beings, including the Demon King and the Crimson Blade, were all driven back to that plane.

But before that, some evil gods who didn't show their heads very much had secretly hidden in this world, and for tens of thousands of years, they had secretly used various methods to influence the development of various races and forces.

The Pale Lord, is one of them.

Foster Innedir. It is the latest move by him to meddle in the situation on the mainland. But the situation, which was originally very smooth, was completely reversed by Silves's "Shadow Tide" offensive. Now it seems that he has temporarily lost the upper hand in the contest with his sworn enemy "Lord of Shadows".

Therefore, no matter what, he has to keep the current situation, and even use a killer weapon that is also very harmful to himself, in order to get out of this mess and then regroup.

In mid-air, the "Radiant Spear" was almost formed.

The silver-gray tip of the spear exuded a cold sharp feeling. The holy white spear body is engraved with a beautiful mystical pattern, and the back cover of the spear is in the shape of a beautiful white thorn flower, firmly locked on Allegri in mid-air.

The spear in the air pulls back and begins to charge. This is a spiritual attack, capable of shattering the power of the soul.

Under such a threat, the dragon eagle let out a low uneasy chirp, and Ephrola also felt a breathtaking force coming towards her, and she couldn't help but turn pale. Trembling slightly.

Allegri seemed to be unaware, and the flame tornado still slowly turned. One after another, the fire meteors condensed and erupted, mercilessly harvesting life on the battlefield.

"Mentor!" Innedil shouted back, barely holding on to a shield of light.

The upper body of the stone statue leaned back slightly, and the spear was about to shoot!

At the right time.

A sharp touch suddenly came, firmly locking onto the stone statue. The "Pale Lord" tasted it for a moment, and his body froze suddenly.

This threat is similar to the power contained in his spear, but the feeling of sharpness is still surpassed.

Ten thousand years ago, it wasn't just the evil gods who used the elves, the Clear Springs Council also obtained a lot of information from them. This includes the way the evil gods use their spiritual power to attack each other. Augustl even combined the knowledge of the two planes to develop an even more powerful "Thorn of Oblivion" on this basis.

He knew about the existence of the "Thorn of Annihilation", but he didn't know that there was a descendant of Augustus on the other side.

The feeling of being firmly locked in, as if he would suffer a ruthless counterattack at the slightest movement, the "Stone Pope" did not dare to move, and the spear suspended in mid-air suddenly froze.

He tilted his head slightly, the threat not from Allegri wielding a tornado of flames, but from the half-elven ranger farther away, behind Overkill.

Illo, who stood with his upper body upright, his eyes showing a strange silver-gray hue, the bone bow in his hand was half-open, and the arrows of Mithril flashed with the same cold color, aiming at him accurately.

"Oblivion...... Spirit Thorn?" The voice of the Pale Lord slowly sounded in midair, and there was a sense of uncertainty in his tone.

"It's either a lose-lose situation, or it's a one-shot breakup. Illo's voice sounded faintly, still in the same extremely rational tone as after entering the "Void Vision".

The Pale Lord fell silent for a long time, and the spear in the air quietly changed direction. The reason why the evil gods often intervene in the chaos in the dark is because of the existence of such a powerful deterrent.

Illo was still staring at him, his hand holding the bow unmoving, the "Thorn of Oblivion" ready to strike.

"Mentor?" Inedir turned his head anxiously, Allegri's spells had damaged more than two thousand people so far, and his heart was full of anxiety. Now all it takes is for the Mentor to defeat Allegri, and he will be able to win the battle once and for all. Although the losses at this time were far beyond their original expectations, as long as the "Path of the Light Walkers" was destroyed, everything was still within an acceptable range. If they work in vain and turn back, then the success will fall short, and the effort and price they have paid will only be wasted.

The statue remained unmoved, frowning.

Finally, the "Pale Lord" gritted his teeth and ordered in a low voice, "Innedir, withdraw." ”

"What's wrong?" Innedir didn't know the inside story of the Hell God and the Thorn of Oblivion, and was a little angry.

"Go, go!" the stone statue glanced coldly at Illo in mid-air, and his voice became a little stern.

The other party just bent his bow and arrows, and actually made the powerful mentor so frightened, Innedir was puzzled. Huge interests and trust in the mentor were entangled in my heart, and finally it was the deep-seated feelings that prevailed.

He glanced fiercely at the magic tower on the verge of collapse in the distance, turned around in pain, and waved his hand vigorously, "The whole army retreats!"

At the time of the closest success, it began to retreat. The hearts of Innedir and the soldiers were full of anger and helplessness, but the great threat in the sky finally forced them to make a choice, and the remaining 5,000 men and horses slowly poured across the mouth of the valley and retreated helplessly to the south.

Allegri was also a little anxious in his heart, once the other party left the river valley, the magic tower's mana supply would weaken, and he would lose the support of the force after him. He let out a loud shout, and the flame tornado in his hand suddenly roared and writhed.

The other party escaped, and he had to gather the most powerful force before this and make an all-out blow.

The flame tornado slowly stretched into the prototype of a giant fire-breathing dragon, but Allegri felt a bitter regret in his heart. According to his speculation, with the speed of the opponent's retreat, when his spell was completed, the remaining enemy troops in the attack range would only be less than a thousand men, which was far from venting the anger in his heart.

In mid-air, Charizard began to roar, and the huge dragon head poked forward, and the hot dragon breath at the corner of his mouth slowly brewed.

On the ground, the soldiers of the Bright Sect became frightened and began to frantically rush towards the mouth of the river valley, and the seemingly powerful spell behind them wanted to choose someone to devour.

But here and now, a faint green light suddenly appeared on the ground near the mouth of the valley, and a kind of tenacious and vigorous natural magic rippled.

There is not only one great magician here.

The twilight was deep, but the sky in the valley was red and clear.

A tornado of flames churned, and a giant fire-breathing dragon roared in the air, its scorching breath almost ready.

The Holy See soldiers, who were about to withdraw from the range of the spell, suddenly found that thick vines suddenly sprang out of the ground, pulling them to the ground. The dense and tenacious vines slashed continuously, and in an instant, they covered the mouth of the entire river valley, and more than three thousand soldiers were blocked there, and the water could not be drained.

Overkille smiled slightly, as a great magician, it was the first time he had been ignored to such an extent. But now, the other party should be able to feel his presence.

Innedir, who had already withdrawn from the river valley, did feel it, and he looked back in surprise, but he could only sigh helplessly.

It's too late.

Dragon's Breath Spray!

The crimson dragon's breath spilled down in the shape of a fan. Within the huge cone, the flames rolled and spread, and even the moment the steel touched it, it would slowly melt. The extreme heat and corrosiveness make Dragon's Breath a true battlefield killer, dealing far more damage than ordinary flames.

The dragon's breath rolled, and the fiery serpent scurried.

Of course, such a violent force could not last too long, and after dozens of breaths, the flame tornado in the sky completely dissipated. At the same time, the huge fire-breathing dragon roared at the end, turning into a cloud of sparks and falling one after another.

Allegri sighed, the crimson in his eyes slowly receding. The hands raised high finally hung down weakly.

There was a crunch of the tower breaking behind him, and Allegri didn't need to look back to see what was going on.

In the distance, Innedil glanced resentfully at Allegri in the distant sky, as if he wanted to engrave his figure in his heart. In fact, this evil mage he once despised had left an indelible mark on him.

"Go!" he turned, gritted his teeth, and fled to the southeast with the remnants of his army.

Behind it was a blazing sea of fire, and more than 3,000 Holy See warriors struggling and screaming in the dragon's breath. (To be continued......)

PS: (1st Update)