"What you see doesn't mean anything." Garon still had a lazy look on his face.
"So you're saying that you're not going to admit it, Commander?" The White Dragon Mountain Emissary said unhappily. He had long found the mere Level Twelve Commander an eyesore. With such little strength, he relied on the tyrannical existence behind him to intimidate experts like them who were much stronger than him. This was an insult to his dignity as a powerhouse.
He was one of the few Level Fourteen White Dragons in White Dragon Mountain!
"What do you mean by not admitting it? You can't simply say such things, Lord Garon. "Andrew stood up fearlessly from the side.
"Andrew boy, do you have the right to speak when I'm talking to the Commander?" Garon of White Dragon Mountain stared at Andrew unkindly.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Void Creatures and whatnot, it's alright in the Main Plane, but in the Abyss, who would care about these? "the Elder representative of the Ghost Nanny Tribe said slowly in a sharp voice. "So what if there are Void Creatures? We've never cared where any creature came from. As long as it's in the Abyss, it's one of us. "
"Blasphemer!" Garon of White Dragon Mountain glared at the Elder Ghost Nanny.
"Tiamat is your god, not ours. Garon, you better watch your words. "The Elder Ghost Nanny was not afraid of him at all.
"Silence!"
Garon saw that the people below were about to quarrel, so he simply clapped his hands to make a sound.
"Don't bother about other rumors. Now, I need you to launch a surprise attack." Garon ordered.
"Surprise attack?" Saratu the Frost Giant spoke. "I like it! What's the target this time, Commander? "He rubbed his palms together and banged his fists together.
"The target this time …" Garon smiled slightly. "It's Wanku Fortress …"
"Oh?" The Frost Giant was stunned.
Although the Fortresses were not on good terms with each other, they were at least in the same alliance. If they were to surprise attack another Fortress, they would probably be attacked by the other Fortresses together.
No one objected. Everyone was considering Garon's real intention in revealing the target of this surprise attack.
"Does anyone object?" Garon spoke first instead.
This plan was not made by him, but by Deception Demon Master's request.
Roland wasn't very satisfied with controlling half of the fortress. In any case, there were no rules in the Chaos Abyss. Although they were technically allies of the same species, there was no rule that stated that Roland couldn't attack other fortresses. In fact, the Chaos Abyss would be even happier about this. It was just that Roland would have to bear more pressure.
Since they were going to expand anyway, Garon might as well hang his first target on Wanku Fortress.
"I object." The captain of the White Feather Troop, Mond, said in a low voice. "With our current strength, the success rate of ambushing Wanku Fortress is too low. The success rate of the plan is not high."
"It's alright," Garon raised his hand. "Someone will take care of the two Deputy Commanders in Wanku Fortress. I believe that their commander, the Fortress Master, will also have a good place to return to. "He didn't say it clearly, but it was obvious that he had other arrangements.
The Fortress Master was at least a Level-15 expert. At the same time, he had a strong background and could be the incarnation of some powerful existence. However, Garon actually dared to brush it off with such a casual sentence.
This caused the hearts of everyone present to tremble.
"Looks like the Commander has decided. In that case, we won't say much," the Corpse Gang member said calmly. "We can't do things that are beyond our abilities, but we can still do what is within our capabilities."
"Killing will bring more resources and more souls. And I need these," Garon said with a smile.
The tone was set just like that. A new round of war also erupted with a few sentences from Garon.
Large batches of army demons, mercenaries, and slaves charged towards Wanku Fortress, which was adjacent to them. Under the leadership of the various leaders, a tyrannical army of more than a million advanced rapidly towards Wanku Fortress, which was shaped like a human rib.
The news spread to the other fortresses in the surrounding area in no time, immediately causing dissatisfaction among the demons. On the contrary, the demons actually didn't attack the empty Vengeance Fortress. Instead, they attacked Wanku together with the army of the Vengeance Fortress from the side.
The Hell Army's 47th Division commanded more than a million demons. They brought thousands of Hell's Floating Battleships and various battle fortresses to launch an all-out attack towards Wanku.
With no other choice, the Wanku Commander personally took action in his fury. Together with his two Deputy Commanders and three top-notch experts, he officially went into battle with the Divine Weapon, the Bow of Devastation. To deal with the tyrannical opponent that was about to arrive.
The Hell Army's Commander, Nine Horns, also took action with the Hell Divine Weapon and went against the Wanku Commander head-on.
*****
The red and blue skies were divided into two halves, completely dyeing the dark red and deathly still sky of the Abyss into two regions of different colors.
Countless flames were floating in the red sky, while a huge amount of blue ice crystals were floating in the blue sky.
On the dividing line between the two skies, two figures, one red and one blue, were madly colliding with each other. They were like comets, constantly flying and circling around, dragging long tails as they collided with each other again and again, creating huge tremors.
The red figure was a flaming armored demon holding two swords in his hands. This was a standard Balrog Bartho. He had the head of an ox, the body of a bear, and the legs of an elephant. His entire body was constantly burning with huge high-temperature flames. He held a flame greatsword in one hand and a pitch-black crystal greatsword in the other. A terrifyingly high temperature force field that was as high as ten thousand degrees was constantly distorting around him, completely burning the air until it was blurry.
He was the Commander of Wanku Fortress, a Balrog Bartho at the peak of Level 15 — Ron.
On the other side, the one wearing blue ice armor and a silver crown was a strong Warrior whose lower body was vaporized. His upper body had the appearance of a human male, except that his eyes were a deep dark blue, and his hair was burning with blue flames that were fluttering.
This was the Commander of the Hell Army, Bahamdak, a Level 15 peak existence. He held a huge ice hammer tightly in his hand. It was the Divine Equipment, Frost Warhammer, that he possessed.
The abnormal changes in the skies on both sides were also due to the terrifying energy radiation that was bursting out from the continuous collision between the black crystal sword and the blue warhammer.
Just the aftermath of the radiation alone made the vile environment of the Abyss even more terrifying.
Almost not many soldiers below dared to approach this place.
On the other side, countless demons and devils were killing each other madly. The colorful lights of energy and the explosions of spells rose and fell one after another. Arrows, rolling stones, kerosene, corrosive gas bombs, corpse explosions, and various other war weapons were constantly intertwined.
Some of the demons who had charged too deep into the battle had gone berserk. They had just chopped off the head of a devil when they were immediately smashed into meat paste by the other devils.
Thorn Archers and Skeleton Archers madly poured down a rain of arrows. Various magic arrows with runes rained down like a storm, causing a large number of casualties on the battlefield.
Meteor Shower, Winter Hailstorm, and all kinds of large-scale war spells covered the entire battlefield.
The entire battlefield was filled with chaos, killing, and wailing.
In the headquarters of the Vengeance Fortress Army, where the demons were attacking.
A petite White Dragon sat on a specially made metal chair. Behind her were several elite top-notch powerhouses. She looked at the boiling energy tides in the sky above the battlefield from afar.
The White Dragon was Garon, who had led the army from the Vengeance Fortress.
"It's about time. It's time to prepare for the upcoming great battle," he said in a low voice. "Your Highness, are you ready?"
"Ready? No, no, no … "A black-robed woman behind Garon laughed softly. At first glance, she looked like an ordinary elite woman standing behind Garen. However, only a few people present knew that this was the true initiator of this war, the supreme existence from the Void – Deception Demon Master.
"There's no need to prepare."
The Demon Master replied with a smile.
"My power recovers very quickly. As long as I devour most of the souls in this war, I should be able to recover more than half. As for you … "
She looked at Garon in front of her.
"What you need now is only a slight guidance for a qualitative change … Level 15 qualitative change …"
"Qualitative change?" Naturally, Garon's strength could not be hidden from the Deception Demon Master. Even the disguise on his body was set up by the Deception Demon Master. As a Demon Master named after Deception, this Demon Master's ability to disguise and deceive was second to none among all the Demon Masters. Even if a God came, he would not be able to see through Garon's true strength.
He was still a Level 12 White Dragon in the eyes of outsiders.
"Yes, qualitative change … As a return gift, I'll give you the Wanku Fortress Master's core." The Deception Demon Master opened her hand. The shrunken shadows of the two great commanders who were fighting in the sky far away slowly appeared in her palm.
Their shrunken shadows kept colliding in her palm, but she did not notice any abnormalities.
"Qualitative change …" Garon had an epiphany. His core was chosen for the Poisonous Eye. However, with the recent acceleration of his improvement, the Enneahedron that had been quiet all this while finally showed signs of abnormalities. The Enneahedron was the key core that allowed Void Creatures to accumulate their strength with the greatest efficiency after entering this world.
However, Garon had killed so many creatures, but he did not notice that this thing had any effect on him at all.
However, at this moment, on this battlefield, he suddenly felt that the Enneahedron that had already turned black finally showed a faint tremor.
Crack …
A slight cracking sound slowly came from the Enneahedron. Garon observed it with his inner vision. Soon, he noticed that fine cracks of various kinds were continuously emerging from the Enneahedron's interior.
As the cracks increased, Garon gradually felt a subtle change that was slowly surging up from the bottom of his life's roots. It gradually rushed to his heart and circulated throughout his body.
The Deception Demon Master glanced at him, smiled slightly, and did not say anything.
"He's starting to evolve. The Enneahedron actually took so long to accumulate before erupting. Looks like his body's evolution requires a lot of origin," another Void Parasitic Body expert said softly.
"That's normal. I've never seen a species like the Snake-Backed White Dragon in the White Dragon Clan," another female Evil Demon laughed delicately.
As the Enneahedron collapsed, Garon's body started to undergo more and more changes.
He suddenly returned to his original gigantic body and broke the chair. Just as he was about to soar into the sky, the Deception Demon Master waved her hand gently and everything returned to its original state.
From an outsider's point of view, Garon was still sitting on the chair and chatting happily with his subordinates. However, the real situation was that Garon's body had already floated into the air. Huge pieces of twisted muscles floated all over his body, and his skin started to shed layer by layer.
Hiss!!
Garon suddenly roared into the sky. With a tearing sound, two pairs of fleshy wings that resembled cicada wings appeared on his back. The original dragon wings also gradually shrunk, turning into slender fleshy wings that were exactly the same as the other two pairs. The entire three pairs of six wings started to flap slowly on Garon's back. There were no scales on the surface of these wings. They were bloody from top to bottom. They looked like wings that had just been skinned. Their surface was flowing with wet mucus.
Psst!
Suddenly, countless green eyes opened up on Garon's six wings. These small eyes were like countless blisters. They blinked slowly on the wings, emitting a pure evil and greedy gaze.
Hiss!!!
Garon's slender snake neck raised up and let out an ear-piercing, sharp hiss.
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