Perhaps the joys and sorrows of people were interconnected at some point in time.
Not only from the past to the present, but also from the Present Realm to Hell, and even from allies to … the enemy, they all had the same thought.
— There's a traitor among us!!!
Solano's allies, who were already used to Huai Shi's evil reputation, were still fine. At least they were immune to it, but the enemy's camp had never seen such an exaggerated scene.
At the frontline, on top of the mountain dragon's head, the Six-Eyed Warlord's eyes almost popped out.
Looking at the flourishing fairyland with green grass with the naked eye, it was naturally beautiful. However, for a hell creature like him who was born with six different kinds of vision, the countless overflowing poisons and curses were about to erupt. The magnificent changing colors emitted a dazzling light, rendering a shocking scarlet and pitch-black color in his eyes.
"Motherf * cker!"
His first reaction was that the b * tch, Lady Enchantress, had defected to the enemy!
But soon, he realized that when the Battle of Worlds had just begun, that b * tch seemed to have been wiped out by the Present Realm because she moved her base too close to the front.
But who else could it be other than her?
Myriad Colored Butterfly? Eclipse Veil? Dark Eye's Green Eyes?
One after another, creepy names appeared in his mind, but he quickly rejected them one by one. It wasn't that he didn't think that this could be caused by the Present Realm's Ascendants, but such a righteous aura of disaster and the greed and brutality in the bones were the manifestation of the True Essence of the Abyss!
Could it be that other than Leviathan, Eve Litt, and the others, the Present Realm had recruited new lackeys?
Or could it be that there was a mole under the Arcane Mountain Duke's command?!
A series of guesses appeared in his mind, but the tragic reality was already in front of him.
In such a hurry, with such a huge loss, no matter what the truth was, he had to respond. Otherwise, what awaited him when he returned would not be Feng Xing, but directly stuffed into a volcano as fuel …
Now, right before his eyes, the cannon fodder he was in charge of had not even touched the edge of the city wall, but they were already harvested like the rotten weeds during the autumn harvest by the kobolds, rotting on the ground and emitting a terrible stench.
Moreover, the plague was still spreading rapidly.
If one were to say that biochemical weapons had no shortcomings other than being cruel and heartless, then their biggest advantage would be that they were cheap and cheap to the point of being heartless.
This was especially true for the mutated species that Huai Shi had specially selected to deal with the solidification of souls and the calamities of hell. They possessed both the form of a strain and an Origin Substance. Thanks to the contributions of dozens of settlements over the past half a month, they had already reached the maximum rate of spread and death. If they were left alone, the cannon fodder that the archduke had gathered from dozens of hells might all die in two days …
"Burn it! Burn them all! "
The Six-Eyed Warlord roared.
When it pulled the reins with all its might, the barbed rope was deeply embedded into the mountain dragon's brain, causing the giant beast to feel pain and open its mouth in madness.
A huge amount of fire spurted out from the giant beast's mouth.
It wasn't just this side. Almost all the armies had blazing flames. The surging heat indiscriminately splashed on the motionless or wailing monsters on the frontlines.
Amid the raging lava, the green grass and flowers were all burned to a crisp.
The black tide surged forward once more. The monsters that had already been set ablaze began to scatter like headless flies under the threat of the Warlords. One by one, they were burned to a crisp by the flames. Even more monsters stepped on the broken bones and surged forward in hunger and thirst. They breathed in the dense, poisonous air and died once more.
Then, very quickly … … unrecognizable corpses crawled out from the raging flames.
They hissed hungrily.
They staggered forward.
It was as if the charcoal in the furnace had grown legs. Under the urging of their instinctive hunger and curses, they pounced towards the light of the Realm.
They charged forward with a vengeance!
On the high tower, Huai Shi's expression was as calm as ever.
It was just that he felt slightly regretful.
He hadn't expected to be targeted so quickly in less than a few minutes.
Although the plague was useful and convenient, in the end, it could only kill them once. And it wasn't that effective against dead things … …
He still had unrealistic expectations of Hell's moral bottom line. Unfortunately, the other party didn't seem to have that at all.
Originally, in addition to the terrifying deterrence of biological and chemical weapons, it was a devastating blow to the enemy's logistics. It was fine if they were dead, but if they were alive, they would be an eternal burden.
In the end, when faced with such an opponent who was alive but could still be used as dead, it could only cause 'a little' trouble. The effect was' not great '.
Now, with the sound of the horn filled with malice in the distance, countless corpses that had died tragically under the vicious poison were awakened. Following the remnants of their venomous hatred, countless corpses once again staggered towards the Tower of Glory.
It was hard to imagine that when the two major weapons of mass destruction, 'they're already here' and 'they're all dead', collided, the former would actually obtain the final victory.
On the Tower of Glory, Huai Shi still didn't panic.
He stretched out his hand as if touching the storm blowing from afar.
The wind had already arrived.
Next, it was the rain.
The moment the five fingers in the storm clenched tightly, a terrifying roar burst out from the thunderclouds. The Heavenly Drum was energized!
The earth and the sky were like a carpet. In this sudden turbulence, there were even slight ripples.
In the whistling wind, the chill gradually deepened.
When the surging tide of the abyss finally touched the edge of the tower, only the figure at the top of the pale tower could be seen looking down.
"It's going to rain soon. Let's go home."
Huai Shi lowered his eyes and thoughtfully reminded her, "The windows haven't been closed properly —"
Boom!
The torrential rain covered everything out of thin air!
At this moment, at the top of the Tower of Glory, the gloomy cloud that had been stagnant for more than half a month was like a spring that had been compressed to the extreme. It instantly expanded and exploded, like a grayish-black turbid flow that swept across the sky. In an instant, it covered the sky, causing all the light to disappear.
The torrential rain poured down and swallowed everything.
But what was creepy was that the heavy rain curtain didn't simply fall from the sky. It also rose from the ground!
From the muddy earth, countless water droplets were pulled by an invisible gravitational force. Against gravity, they slowly rose into the sky. One drop, two drops, three drops, forming a string. Thousands of strings of white frost swept across the sky.
They returned to the embrace of the gloomy cloud.
Wherever it passed, there were only screams and hisses. All the corpses quickly collapsed under the nourishment of the rain. It was as if they were dissolved and quickly collapsed.
The remaining soul fragments flew into the sky along with the rain, converging into the dark door that was eternally dark.
It was the Ultimate.
The Ultimate was calling.
It extracted life, death, and everything that had value. It greedily absorbed everything that stepped into its domain into this huge network and cycle.
Fusing into one.
Now, in the area shrouded by the gloomy cloud, in the darkness that was even more hellish, Yun Zhongjun's Demonic Realm slowly unfolded and silently swallowed everything.
When the Six-Eyed Warlord thought that the plague that he had casually scattered was resolved, all the chickens and dogs that were sent up were also swallowed up by this torrential rain that extinguished all souls.
No one would have thought that what guarded the light of the Realm was such a terrifying darkness!
In an instant, how many large groups were swallowed up by the gloomy rain curtain? Thousands? Tens of thousands? Or even more?
How was that a dark cloud? It was clearly a f * cking bottomless black hole!
The smile that had just appeared on the Six-Eyed Warlord's face froze. When he looked around in an attempt to get the other Warlords to investigate what was going on in this strange place, he noticed that his colleagues were looking at him with cold gazes.
It was as if they were looking at a dead person who was about to be stuffed into a volcano as fuel by the Demon Mountain's Archduke.
F * ck you!
The Warlord angrily cursed these unreliable dogs. He suddenly turned around and looked at the huge siege tower that was being dragged behind the Mountain Dragon. It was a towering altar made up of countless white bones. Magicians from hell floated in streaks of pale green light, constantly casting bloodthirsty or deranged curses at large groups of people, causing them to fearlessly charge towards the defensive line.
Large amounts of spirit crystals burned in the furnace of their altar, and even more sacrifices were being beheaded from behind. A flood of heterogeneous Origin Substances was endlessly supplied to them, allowing them to unleash tens of thousands of times their usual strength.
Even a random Soul Catalyst could turn countless cannon fodder into nearly unkillable berserkers.
Of course, the most important task of these Shamans was to resist the counterattack from the defensive line.
When the Six-Eyed Warlord saw that the other party seemed to be doing nothing, he could already feel his blood pressure rapidly rising. He flew into a rage.
"What are you waiting for? Weren't you sent to deal with them? "
He roared at the Shaman. "Hurry up and use your secret technique to kill him!
The Shaman seemed to have finally come to his senses.
His four arms grabbed bone ashes, flesh, and all sorts of talismans and relics. He threw them into the boiling pitch-black cauldron in front of him and stirred with all his might while muttering to himself.
Within the cauldron that was filled with a large amount of blood and souls, the outline of a massive disaster gradually appeared. A terrifying shadow rose from the altar and gradually took shape.
"Go, go, my son, my love. Drink the blood and feast on the souls."
The Shaman laughed savagely as he gazed at the dark clouds.
Then, he discovered that there seemed to be someone watching him from the top of the tower under the dark clouds, seemingly on guard.
Are you finally afraid now?
Ha, it's too late —
Huai Shi raised his index finger and pointed forward.
And then … … there was no more and then.
Thunder, loud noise, tremors, light, destruction, evaporation … …
In that short moment, all that remained in the Warlord's mind were these fragmented scenes that couldn't be connected at all.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What the f * ck happened … …
But when he came back to his senses and looked up in a daze, he could only see a faint dark blue trace left in the air … …
And the deep chasm that had been dug between the Tower of Glory and the domain of hell.
The tides formed by countless hordes of hell, the hundreds of layers of the altar that was as solid as a rock, the Shaman who had infinite power, and even the terrifying figure he summoned, along with everything on the scorched trace, all disappeared without a trace.
Only pale ashes fluttered in the wind.
Then, the final tragic screams of the dead souls came from the wind.
"Hmm?"
At the top of the tower, Huai Shi scratched his head blankly, wondering if he was a little too paranoid.
Just now, he seemed to have felt that someone was peeking at him, so he casually struck a bolt of lightning and subconsciously used the purification technique that Old Ying had taught him.
In the end, it seemed a little … … exaggerated?
"Is this war?"
At the top of the Tower of Glory, Yun Zhongjun looked down at the fierce battle between the present realm and hell and faintly came to a realization. "So all we need to do is cut the grass."
"Well, it seems quite simple."
Then, let's do it again … …
Huai Shi stretched out his hand again and smiled at the Six-eyed Warlord in the distance, who was in a daze.
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