A few days later.

Although Orga had long since left, the demon tide had just ended, and many soldiers were gathering their corpses outside the city with scars.

Henry Moore, as the commander of the defensive line, held the casualty report and material loss report in his hand at this moment, and only felt that his head was as big as a fight.

The numbers on it, he felt dazzling just by looking at them twice, and he felt like he couldn't muster the courage to gaze.

Because they meant that he had to fight with the representatives of many kingdoms and races.

At the same time, dealing with a large group of powerful people with completely different racial backgrounds, no matter what others think, it is definitely an abrasive job for him, and the difficulty is far higher than one-on-one single-handedly fighting a high-ranking demon.

Although under the iron fist of the gods, their races and kingdoms have been forcibly twisted together, all kinds of past top-secret knowledge have been continuously shared, and the technology and heritage of each race have been compensated for each other.

To a certain extent, the war-torn world is in an unprecedented state of prosperity, and for the first time in history, the various races have been able to abandon their past estrangement, and their internal relations are in harmony.

But the uninterrupted consumption of hundreds of years still makes all forces feel painful.

The hundreds of lines of defense that blocked the monsters were like a bleeding wound, causing them to lose a lot of nutrients.

Every time the magic tide occurs, it means that a large number of material and military vacancies need to be filled, so they have to tighten their belts and sigh that life is not easy.

From this point of view, Henry Moore has to admire the powerful people, who can maintain internal stability in the midst of such an endless war, which is indeed a technical job.

Just as he was pondering how to ask for various supplies and troops, the magic props he was wearing suddenly had an inexplicable reaction, which made a slight surprise flash in his heart.

After grasping the magic item, his vision changed and he was able to see more.

It was precisely because of this that he found that a large amount of black qi around him was constantly wandering into the distance.

And the source of those black gases is very chaotic, there are both ordinary soil and dead corpses of various races, and there is nothing to do with it.

Although he didn't know what those black qi were, his instinctive disgust made him understand that it was not a good thing, so he subconsciously pulled out the weapon on his waist and slashed directly at it.

"Boom!"

His power passed directly through the black qi and slashed at other things, without affecting it at all.

It's as if they don't exist in this world.

Seeing this, his brows furrowed slightly.

Knowing that this was not an easy matter and that it was likely to bring great harm, Henry Moore immediately contacted many powerful men in the defense line and informed them of his findings.

And this situation quickly attracted their attention, and in a short time, many figures appeared beside him along with the light portals.

A thin human old man walked out of the portal, looking at the scene around him and frowning slightly, he could clearly feel that there was something disgusting around him, but he couldn't see it with the naked eye.

After thinking for a moment, he glanced at his colleagues who were also frowning around him, and stretched out his thin fingers.

Suddenly, a golden streamer of light shot straight into the sky from his fingertips, and then suddenly exploded in the sky hundreds of meters away, turning into countless pure golden light rains that slowly fell from the sky, like a huge golden canopy enveloping the surroundings.

It was also at this moment, through the illumination of those golden lights, including those soldiers who were taking care of the battlefield, that everyone saw the existence of those black gases......

"Hiss......"

"What the hell is this......"

Looking at the black gas that was constantly surging into the distance from the entire defense line, and even outside the defense line, many demigods felt a sense of foreboding, which was the worry of the unknown.

And one of the demigods suddenly emitted a strange aura from his body, which was a power that revealed a vast and noble aura.

With the emergence of this breath, the black qi around them, which had not paid much attention to them, suddenly separated into a black wave and surged towards it as if it had been violently stimulated.

"Zizi Zi ......"

In the demigod's ugly face, he could only passively watch as the two forces consumed each other there.

He didn't know anything except that he could feel the power in his body and the black qi he hated extremely much.

Looking at this scene, an elven demigod suddenly felt a little familiar, as if he had seen a similar description somewhere, but because the memory itself was not too important, and it was too far away, he couldn't remember it for a while.

A few minutes later, while everyone was discussing whether to go deep into the [Contaminated Land] inside the defense line and investigate the situation.

"Boom!!"

Accompanied by a loud thunderclap.

The clouds above the sky turned from sunny and gloomy in the blink of an eye, which made people feel a little oppressive.

"Whoa......

The heavy rain, like the change of color, came very suddenly.

Reaching out and catching some blood-red raindrops from the sky, the elven demigod finally remembered the memory of the long past.

It was something he had seen in the myths and legends of the clan when he was young.

And if the elves who are immortals are considered myths and legends, you can imagine how old that thing is.

"Boom Rumble......

Looking up, I watched as thousands of red lightning bolts rolled in the clouds, turning the surrounding space in a bloody color.

After some hesitation, the elven demigod said to the old man beside him who had recently emitted a golden streamer, "Have you ever heard of an ancient evil thing?"

"Huh?"

When the thin old man heard his question, his face showed a hint of puzzlement.

It seemed to him that it was a bit far away, after all, it was a mythical history hundreds of thousands of years ago.

"Hmm!"

But after thinking of the current situation, he was shocked,

I couldn't help but widen my eyes and look at the sky with an incredulous expression.

Thinking of the many secret records within the elven clan, he said with an extremely ugly face: "You mean that there are ancient evil things around here that are about to be revived?"

The elven demigod looked at the increasing number of blood-colored lightning bolts in the sky, and replied in an uncertain tone, "There is a possibility ...... that"

After baring his teeth, the old man sighed sadly: "...... That's really bad news......"

"I think so too. ”

The elven demigods agreed.

The so-called ancient evil things are powerful evil things that evolved from countless negative energies at the beginning of the birth of this world.

In front of them, the evil gods that everyone shouts and fights are good boys who are very good to discuss.

They're crazy, powerful, and bloodthirsty!

And since they are a negative aggregate of the world, symbolizing a certain part of the world's rules, including destroying every bit of its flesh and soul, it cannot kill them, which can be described as powerful and disgusting.

In this case, even the gods are only able to confront them with a very small number of the top.

Countless lives were destroyed at their hands, and it was not until the end of the ancient era that the many gods who could not bear it united with countless mortal races to banish them to other worlds at a great price, so that they could never return.

It was a massive battle comparable to the Abyss Invasion!

It is said that if the land and the sea disappear by half, the total number of lives in the entire world will be discounted.

At this moment, as soon as he heard that there were signs that that kind of thing was appearing nearby, the thin old man instantly felt a pain in his eggs, and he wanted to hurry up and run away as soon as possible.

That thing is really not something they can deal with, at least it takes the arrival of a god at the level of the main god to be able to compare with the ancient evil things twice.

Relying on their group of guys alone, if they really meet them, they can only give it for nothing, and one will die another.

The kind that doesn't come with any struggles.