When the sun gradually disappeared between the mountains, the whole plain was dyed with a layer of red clouds.
This red was different from the red of the Red Mist. It was pure and clear.
Whenever this happened, Ösrook liked to stay high up and feel the distance between himself and the sky.
Although he could fly higher, the disturbance of magic power would not only break the silence, but the dome that he could never touch would also increase the sense of distance.
On the contrary, when he sat quietly, the golden clouds and the reddish-purple sky seemed only a step away from him.
This was not a common experience.
Most of the time, the top of his head was covered by the floating Red Mist. Although it made Ösrook feel very comfortable, it also separated him from the sky by a thick layer of gauze.
He was probably one of the few individuals that did not like to stay in the Birth Tower.
But Ösrook did not think that he was an anomaly.
He was just more eager to embrace the source of magic power than others.
That's right, the source came from the sky.
Humans called it the Crimson Moon, which was quite appropriate.
It was said that after obtaining all the inheritances, the race would welcome the final upgrade — the passage between heaven and earth would open and accept them into the sky.
Without a doubt, the sky was a place that was vaster than the current world.
Perhaps it was also the residence of God.
At that time, they would be a hundred times stronger than they were now, and their bodies would become immortal because of the surging magic power.
As for this rumor, Ösrook did not fully believe it.
He had tried to use his own strength to fly into the deep sky.
Unfortunately, when he could not replenish the Red Mist, he found that after reaching a certain height, he would encounter all kinds of obstacles, such as a sudden drop in temperature, freezing of his armor, difficulty in blood flow, difficulty in breathing, and so on. If he used magic power to resist the discomfort, the breathing tank on his back would soon be exhausted.
The highest he flew was once, and he almost died on the spot.
But it was also that attempt that deepened his desire for the sky.
Because in the dark purple sky, he did see something, but when he thought about it later, it was difficult to describe.
If he had to describe it, it was probably like a flash of scales.
This also meant that the rumor was not groundless.
At that time, he also heard a faint call.
It sounded like a whisper, but also like a low murmur that echoed directly in his mind.
Ösrook knew that this was a sign that the Realm of Mind was drawing closer to him.
Unfortunately, it was still a little bit away from the next level.
Those who could open the Gate of the Two Realms could be called Great Monarchs.
Just as it closed its eyes to enjoy the warmth of the afterglow and the night breeze, it heard footsteps behind it.
"Sir Ösrook, all the preparations have been completed."
The person making the report was its junior guard.
"Very good," Ösrook said without turning his head. "Continue to monitor them."
"Yes." After the guard responded, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he said hesitantly, "But will those bugs really act according to our plan? They should have already fully understood your abilities … In order to set up this trap, we have paid a huge price. If His Excellency Sky Lord were to find out … "
"Hmm, what you said isn't unreasonable, but I think it's worth it." Ösrook opened his eyes and looked towards the south. Now that he was standing on the "horn", he could already faintly see the black trail. In the six months of probing, many Primal Demons had died in front of the human camp, but they had never shaken the enemy's advance. The trail was like a root, growing slowly but tenaciously.
This was the first time in his memory that the humans did not rely on the city wall to fight a head-on battle without being at a disadvantage.
Although this method was laughably clumsy, and if it was in an area covered by the Red Mist, it would have countless ways to make the enemy pay a heavy price. But in this vast plain, it was unexpectedly difficult to deal with. Although the military strength at hand was one of the main reasons, even if the Great Monarch mobilized more troops for it, it would inevitably suffer heavy losses against the humans who had already gained a firm foothold.
It had to strangle this budding army while it was still in its nascent stage.
"What do you think of the recent battles? Do you feel like it's difficult to move forward? "
The guard was silent for a moment. "That's because we are fighting with our backs to the wall."
"No, it's the enemy who is forcing us to fight with our backs to the wall." Ösrook corrected him. "We have also built outposts in an attempt to further expand the supply range of the Life Floaters, but it didn't work as well as it did 400 years ago. This is because the humans now have a way to attack from a farther distance than the" tombstone ". Regardless of whether you see the enemy as a bug or not, you have to admit this. In addition, our every move is under the observation of the witches, so we feel like we are running into a wall. "
He paused, stretched out his right hand towards the black trail, and slowly clenched it into a fist. "As long as we don't erect the Birth Tower, we can't change this situation. Therefore, I'm going to destroy their eyes and cut off their arms before they realize what's going on, so that they won't be able to play the same trick again, even if they have to pay the price of two 'horns'! "
As he spoke, Ösrook revealed a trace of a sinister smile, and surging magic power surged out, causing the surrounding air to tremble. He knew that at the end of the black trail, in the camp, someone was watching him. This action had probably alarmed the humans and caused them to be in a mess.
"I swear to follow you by your side!" Feeling the surging power, the guard bowed his head respectfully.
There was one more thing that Ösrook did not mention.
He felt that he was only a hair's breadth away from the next breakthrough.
This battle might be an opportunity.
After all, a bloody battle had always been the most effective way to improve. Even after becoming a king, he would not reject such a challenge.
If he could cross that hurdle and become a new senior lord, then no matter what the Sky Lord thought, he would not be calculative with him.
As for whether the humans would take action, Ösrook was not worried.
He had long experienced the greed of his opponents.
As long as the bait was rich enough, they would not let it go easily.
The sun finally set completely, and the last bit of its afterglow dissipated. The sky was completely shrouded in darkness, and there was only a faint starlight and darkness above his head.
This scene seemed to overlap with the scene when he was sprinting towards the heavens.
That day, he confirmed his desire.
And now, he was approaching that goal step by step.
What the humans were thinking … was probably the same as him?
In this competition that would decide one's fate, only the final victor would have the qualifications to reach that never-before-seen domain and come into contact with the Origin of Magic.
He was full of anticipation for the impending battle.
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