The wind was choking.
Thick clouds covered the sky, and the light was dim. A tribal flag was fluttering in the wind. The flag was stained with blood. The blood had already coagulated, dyeing the flag into dark patches. The flag was suddenly blown up by the wind and fluttered in the air, dancing in a miserable manner. In the end, the flag was hung by the tip of a curved horn, and then a hand pulled the flag off. It glanced at the flag, then opened its mouth and spat out a flame. The flame touched the flag and lit it. It casually threw it away and the flag was burned by the fire. The flames illuminated the exotic beast. It was a Fire Horned Demon. Flames suddenly rose from the middle of the Fire Horned Demon's two curved horns, and then it flew away. It jumped over a hill. Standing on the hill and looking down, there was a vast battlefield below.
At this moment, a ray of light flashed across the sky. The fangs of lightning pierced through the clouds and landed on a distant hillside, instantly illuminating the battlefield. Countless figures appeared in the light. They interweaved together and let out shouts of killing that soared into the sky. On this battlefield, the Burning Legion was steadily approaching. The ground vanguard formed by the Fire Horned Demon and the Blazing Knight shrank their weapons and drove the natives of the planet towards the foot of a volcano in the middle of the battlefield.
In the sky, strange flying beasts formed echelons and attacked the birds raised by the natives. These flying creatures entangled with each other like a thick cloud drifting in the air. Corpses fell from the thick clouds every second, and blood poured onto the ground like clouds.
From time to time, a dazzling pillar of light would explode on the ground. That was the aura and Origin Energy released by experts. There was no lack of experts among the natives of the planet, but there were also monarchs in the Burning Legion. The battle between the groups would always explode with all kinds of different-colored flames.
Looking from the sky, tens of thousands of planet natives were desperately resisting around the volcano. These natives were all aliens with beast heads and human bodies. The weapons they used were very ancient. This meant that the civilization of this planet was still in its primitive stage. However, the Origin Energy of the natives was not weak. Otherwise, they would not have been able to block ten times their number of enemies with such a small number of people.
But even so, the situation was quite disadvantageous to the natives. If the powerhouses, who were the pillars of the battlefield, were defeated, then the natives of the planet would usher in the end.
Halfway up the volcano, there was a man-made gap. A huge space was dug out from the natural rock wall. That was the sacred temple where the natives placed their spiritual sustenance. From the sacred temple to the foot of the mountain, there was a winding mountain path between the volcanoes. At this moment, a native with the head of a goat and the body of a human was rushing towards the sacred temple. Following the mountain path, he dashed into the Holy Temple. The great hall of the temple was dark, lit only by the fires in two braziers. In the dim light, someone walked out. It was a goat-man with a beard that almost reached his feet. This alien didn't look young, but his eyes were very bright.
"Great Elder." The young native warrior knelt down, buried his head in the ground in front of the elder and said, "We can't hold on any longer. The great Qinodan told me to pass on a message that he will perish together with the enemy. Elder and the others, please leave the temple immediately. Wies and I will escort the elders away."
"What about after we leave?" The Great Elder sighed softly. "Our land has been invaded by the demons, and the people of the tribe have been killed. Where else can we escape to? Unfortunately, we have no way to escape. If I am destined to die, then this is the only place I can return to. I believe the others think the same. "
"But Elder …"
"There's no need to say anymore. Neither I nor the others will leave. However, you can send our guest away. He doesn't belong here and doesn't need to face death with us. "
The Great Elder walked into the depths. There was a person sitting cross-legged there, his back facing the elder, as if he had entered meditation. The Great Elder snapped his fingers, and the person gradually gained an aura of life, unlike before, as if he was just a dead object.
He slowly opened his eyes, thinking like a new sprout breaking through the mud. He sensed his surroundings and continuously fed information back to his brain. He stared at the brazier in front of him and asked, "How many days have I been sitting?"
'Forty days, esteemed guest. Unfortunately, we can't entertain you anymore. The demons from the Gates of Hell have already attacked this place, and we are powerless to resist. Death will come to our entire tribe. Now, I can only let the strongest warriors of the tribe escort you away, 'the Great Elder said in a low voice.
He stood up. This person was wearing a cloak woven from animal skin and cloth. His face was hidden in a hat, and a few strands of silver hair hung from the brim of the hat. When he stood up, he looked especially tall. The light from the fire shone on him, and the shadow on the ground was so long. He blocked the light, and the entire temple seemed to be covered in shadows. He spoke in the native language of this planet. He had just learned it, so his pronunciation sounded a little awkward, but communication was not hindered. "It's rare that you are willing to take out the divine contract for me to read, and thus allow me to avoid many problems. This has helped me a lot, and in return, I will help you expel these so-called demons. "
Without waiting for the Great Elder to agree, he had already walked towards the exit. The Great Elder finally reacted and chased after him, shouting, "Wait, there are too many demons, and you can't expel them all. This is the fate of our tribe, and you don't need to interfere. It's better to leave now. "
He stopped and said, "No one can let me go if I want to stay. No one has ever dared to let me stay if I want to leave. I have decided on something, and no one can change it. You can't, and no one can. So what you need to do is to stay here, and stay well. "
He walked out of the temple, and the wind blew over. He unbuttoned the cloak, and the wind blew the cloak away. It floated into the void outside the mountain path, and slowly floated down the mountain. The man under the cloak, his long silver hair fluttering in the wind, was like a jumping blue flame! The scene of the battlefield at the foot of the mountain was reflected in his bright red pupils, and there was not a trace of expression on his cold face. His body was covered in a set of malevolent and heavy armor. The spikes on his shoulders and the short spikes on his iron gloves were all very painful to look at.
Then, he walked out of the mountain path and stepped into the void, but he did not fall off the cliff. There seemed to be an invisible platform in the void for him to step on. The Great Elder and the young native warrior in the temple were dumbfounded. Even the experts in their tribe were unable to walk in the void like him. Just like that, he walked down step by step, the distance grew larger and larger. The last step was a thousand meters, and in the blink of an eye, he was already standing on the battlefield.
More than a dozen Fire Horned Demons rushed over.
He passed by these strange beasts and walked into the distance.
The Fire Horned Demon fell down and died. However, their corpses were very strange, as if they had been reassembled. Some of their heads stuck out from their abdomens, while others stuck out their arms from their mouths. As for the interior of the corpse, it had long since become a mess.
He walked into the battlefield and occasionally waved out a colorful light. Wherever the light passed, the Burning Legion's "soldiers" all died strangely. At this moment, a desolate horn sounded from the temple. Hearing this horn, the native warriors began to retreat. Their defensive line gathered towards the volcano, giving up more of the battlefield area.
Give way to that strange guest.
The silver-haired man walked on the battlefield as if he was taking a stroll. With a wave of his hand, a large number of enemies fell. All of the corpses that fell were in a chaotic state. Perhaps he felt that it was too slow to kill like this. He raised his hand and light surged in his hand. After the light disappeared, there was already a spear in the man's hand. The design of the spear was simple and pitch-black. There were a few engraved symbols on the spear's body, but it was unknown what they meant.
He raised his gun and pointed it at the sky.
Thick clouds swirled in the sky, and spots of light of different colors gradually appeared in the clouds. After every spot of light, there would be a beam of light descending. The beams of light fell on the battlefield, and in an instant, thousands of fireballs exploded on the ground near the volcano. The flying beasts flying in the air, the Blazing Knight galloping on the ground, and the enormous flaming beasts, regardless of their level, were all engulfed by the fireballs detonated by the pillars of light. Destruction!
More and more pillars of light fell. The distance between them went from a few hundred meters at the beginning to a hundred meters, and then to about ten meters in the end. With such a dense attack, there was basically no other way but to resist it head-on. Defense and evasion became a joke at this moment. The pillars of light that descended from the sky considered the combat strength of all the creatures in the Burning Legion.
When the pillars of light in the sky stopped falling, the ground was almost plowed. Only a few monarchs could still stand. Without any suspense, several monarchs pounced towards the man at the same time, and the man greeted him with his spear.
The monarchs that the experts of the native tribes had been unable to defeat easily were now stabbed to death one after another by the man\'s spear. In the blink of an eye, the last monarch was pierced through the chest by the man. Then, the Origin Energy in his body burned uncontrollably, and the Origin Fire sprayed out of his body inch by inch. He asked with difficulty, "Who exactly are you?"
"Me?" The man revealed a nostalgic expression. "A long time ago, I had a mother who called me Naber. I left her and changed my name so that she wouldn\'t find me, so now everyone calls me Spenak. "
"Spenak?" The monarch had obviously heard of this name. He was shocked and said, "Why is Demon King Spenak here …"
Then a ball of flame exploded, blowing him into pieces. Spenak put away his spear and said indifferently, "I have no obligation to answer this question."
After the death of this monarch, the remaining Burning Legion on the outskirts of the battlefield began to retreat. They left like a receding tide. Spenak had no intention of chasing after him. He turned around and glanced at the temple, as if he was saying to himself, "There\'s no need to stay here. If the divine contract points to that place, perhaps …"
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