Northeast of the Fernand Continent. The shadow of darkness from the lower planes was unstoppable.
The headquarters of the Nightwalkers.
"The Molten Clan has gone crazy … In the past thousand years, they have never launched such an exaggerated attack, especially when their leader has already killed a Molten Lord."
A slender female Nightwalker reported with a pale face, "Our people can't hold on any longer. Most of the rangers and mercenaries are preparing to retreat. The Blue Mountain Dwarves are also preparing to flee. "
"The fortress can't hold on any longer."
In the small room, the three Legends of the Nightwalkers, excluding Ma Wen, were all present.
Constantine and O 'Brien both had solemn looks on their faces.
When they had left the Forest of Supremacy and headed north to provide reinforcements, they had never imagined that things would develop to such a state.
This was the northern headquarters of the Nightwalkers, and also the Dark Forest Fortress.
Very few people on the continent knew of this place.
This was the only known land of Fernand that was connected to the Nine Hells.
The Fernand Plane had extended to this place. Space had distorted strangely, and it had actually started to go downwards.
There was an incomparably stable node that connected these two completely foreign lands. If not for the faint protection of the Universal Mana Pool, preventing the experts of Hell from attacking, this place would probably have fallen long ago.
But today, the Dark Forest Fortress finally faced its most serious test.
In the past week, all the forces in the fortress had come out in full strength to launch a counterattack against the devils of the Molten Clan.
But they had failed.
They had been ambushed by the devils and suffered heavy losses.
Even though O 'Brien was powerful enough to forcefully use his own strength to lead everyone to slaughter a path of blood and return to the fortress.
But the fortress was still on the verge of collapse.
It must be known that the Dark Forest Fortress was mainly made up of local professionals, some rangers from the north, and some mercenaries. The Blue Mountain Dwarves who had lived here for generations were also a powerful force.
However, under the terrifying attack of the Molten Fire Clan, most of their forces had been consumed.
If the Universal Mana Pool had not been broken, then according to convention, they could still recruit people from the cities in the north to replenish their forces.
After all, the wealth of the Nightwalker organization passed down from generation to generation was still shocking.
But this time, the North of Fernand had been thrown into disarray by the chaotic mana, and the forces of humans and other living beings had fallen into an unprecedented state of weakness.
Due to the disappearance of the Planar Barrier, even more powerful Greater Devils began to emerge from the Infernal Realm.
In the previous battle, three Great Devils, who were equivalent to mid-level Divine Power, had joined forces and created a huge trap for the troops of the Dark Forest.
Although O 'Brien was courageous and invincible, he was still outnumbered.
What was even more terrifying was that these three superior devils were famous in the history of the invasion of Fernand.
In this world, only one person could order three people to work together.
That person was the Molten Lord of the Nine Purgatories!
Now that the Dark Forest Fortress was in a precarious state, it was highly likely that Molten Monarch would take action!
Therefore, the expressions of the three people in the northern headquarters of the Nightwalkers were very ugly.
If it really was Molten Monarch, no one would be able to stop him!
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"The Infernal Realm has already made a move."
O 'Brien coughed, his expression very ugly. "I heard that the Scorched Earth Purgatory has invaded the High Forest. Dyros and Molten Monarch, this pair of arch-enemies, are actually attacking Fernand at the same time. This is very strange. "
"The Abyss, which is supposed to balance the Infernal Realm, has been strangely silent. There has been no news of it disappearing. The Lords of the Abyss have attacked the Infernal Realm. And those Gods are currently fighting against that astral beast. We can't count on the beasts or Evil Spirits to restrain the Infernal Realm. "
"We only have ourselves left."
As soon as he said this, the other two sank into an oppressive silence.
O 'Brien chuckled. "You can leave."
"I was born here, so I should be buried here."
"But the fire of the Nightwalkers cannot be extinguished."
Constantine and that woman shook their heads resolutely.
O 'Brien said calmly, "I am the leader of the Nightwalkers. You cannot disobey my orders."
"Sophie, Constantine, as the leader, I order you to lead the remaining brothers and retreat."
"Go to the White River Valley. Ma Wen needs your help."
After saying this, he thought for a moment, then handed a box to Constantine. With a resolute expression, he said, "Give this to Ma Wen.
"Give this to Marvin. I believe he will understand what I mean."
Constantine was stunned. "Are you sure?"
Sophie strongly resisted. "How can you directly hand the [Eternal Night Paradise] to a child?"
"Are you really going to hand over the position of leader of the Nightwalkers to him?"
O 'Brien's expression suddenly became very cold.
"You have no right to question my decision."
"All you need to do is carry out my orders!"
Sophie was so angry that she stamped her feet. She couldn't hold back her tears.
She looked at O 'Brien with a complicated look in her eyes.
Constantine gritted his teeth, then accepted the box.
"Hurry! To the south. "
"He's here!"
O 'Brien's expression suddenly changed.
A second later, a terrifying black flame descended from the sky. The walls of the stronghold began to collapse, and everyone began to flee for their lives!
From the distant, enormous black hole, thousands upon thousands of devils finally charged out.
A cold voice rang out.
"Kill!"
Boom!
All of the walls of the Dark Forest Stronghold collapsed.
The souls of countless people were directly sucked away, forming a black hole in midair.
The three Nightwalkers stared up at the sky from the rubble.
O 'Brien strode forward like a shooting star, charging towards the army of devils that had charged out of the hole, charging forward without any hesitation!
Sophie cried bitterly. Just as she was about to follow O 'Brien, Constantine grabbed her hand.
"We have to leave." Constantine's voice was very resolute.
The two began to retreat.
Despite that, they couldn't help but turn their heads back.
The last thing they saw was that massive figure pouncing like a ferocious tiger into a pack of wolves.
Just like the first time they saw him, he had transformed into the sharpest of spears, charging forward with indomitable will. Only death awaited him!
This was probably the leader of the Nightwalkers who was least adept at strategy.
He was also the most valiant leader of the Nightwalkers.
The flames engulfed the stronghold to the northeast.
The footsteps of Purgatory were unstoppable.
O 'Brien and Sophie led the remaining Nightwalkers and mercenaries in a retreat. But at this moment, a black figure appeared on the hill in front of them.
That person was like a ball of black flame.
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