Chen Feng was attempting to rule over some levels. However, if he truly wanted to implement this, it would not be an easy task. For example, the Dusk Zone was not even a famous level. It was only because of Lolth's rule that some people paid attention to this place.
Other than the Underdark, there were planes that had been operating for countless years. Even in the endless Abyss, they were considered the best. Any demon who heard of them would instinctively tremble.
Azzagrat.
Azzagrat was the territory of Graz 'zt, a Lord of the Abyss. Azzagrat extended to three planes, the 45th, 46th, and 47th. As these three planes were ruled by the same Lord of the Abyss, they had the same characteristics and many interconnected entrances.
The Salt River.
The Salt was one of the links that ran through the three planes. It was like liquid salt that shone with a crystalline luster. Needless to say, immersion in the river was fatal.
Other notable features included the interconnected entrances between the three planes. They looked like poisonous bushes and cooking stoves that emitted green flames. But due to Graz 'zt's cruel sense of humor, some of the cooking stoves were only filled with flames and did not contain any entrances.
The environments of these three planes were not too dangerous. Each of them was distorted like the physical world. For example, the 45th plane was like an endless gray grassland that was washed by rain. The light of the 46th plane shone from the ground, so the shadows were strangely like black pillars that reached into the sky. The 47th plane (which could only be reached from the top two planes and not from the Plain of Ten Thousand Abyss) was illuminated by a blue sun. The flames here were purple and not red, and they caused cold damage. Therefore, creatures that were normally immune to fire would be surprised when they got close to the flames.
Nalatel.
Nalatel, also known as the City of the Dead, was a cold country carved out of the frozen sea. The cold buildings of Nalatel were a frozen graveyard, scattered with tall mausoleums, towering funerary obelisks, the parapets of the catacombs, and carpets woven from the hair of the thousands of dead who could not rest in peace in Nalatel. The city's martial army included demon-hunting spiders, vampire giants, and all kinds of liches. The many ordinary soldiers were mostly zombies, ghouls, undead, and other rotting corpses that followed the darkness.
Who ruled Naratel seemed to be the question. In an unknown era, a powerful Demon Lord by the name of Orcas claimed to own the entire plane. Orcus, however, was pronounced dead. A Drow god of vengeance and immortality claimed the spoils of victory and the corresponding jurisdiction of the plane, as well as the jewel in the crown of this plane, Naratel. However, there were convincing clues that indicated that Orcus was not dead as many people thought. Drow Shen Zhi had disappeared, and no one knew whether she had escaped or been killed. Could it really be that Orcas was once again ruling over the cold Thanatos, and that bony hand was once again gripping his terrifying scepter?
Chen Feng knew all of this based on the knowledge in his mind. The White Bone Plains where Saruman lived was just a barren slope compared to Lataire. That was all!
Moreover, such an open and veiled struggle between two gods was not something Chen Feng could deal with with with his current strength. In a single plane, two gods had been lost in succession. From this, it could be seen how much of a water level this plane was hiding.
And some planes were ruled by other dark creatures, such as Yenoggu's Domain!
Level: 422
Ruler: Yenoggu.
The barbaric and tyrannical Demon Lord Yenoggu, the Gnoll King, ruled the silent prairie on the 422nd floor of the Abyss. He named it "Yenoggu's Domain". But this name was indeed quite appropriate. Countless Gnolls and mortal slaves living under its low-hanging blood-red sun admitted that Yenoggu was the unquestionable ruler of any land overlooking from the high platform of his towering fortress.
As the ruler of this plane, the other party's favorite thing was to plunder labor and enslave other races!
In addition to the above planes that were difficult to reach, in Chen Feng's knowledge base, there were some planes that could be seen from a distance but could not be touched.
Cursed Throat: The barbaric nature of the Gnolls had doomed them to be careless. Among the countless mortal slaves who worked hard in the open, there were some who were obsessed with escaping. So for the mortals, the safest thing to do was to escape to the east, to a violent yellow sea. This refuge was called the Cursed Throat.
The Gnoll King and his roaring slaves hated the soupy ocean and refused to get close to its harsh water. Far away from the coast, a fleet of mortal slaves gathered for survival circled the coast back and forth to rescue fugitive slaves or even mortal Gnolls who were unwilling to submit to Yenoggu's abominable demands. Although a sea beast caught by chance could feed the entire fleet for a month or more, their most common source of food was human flesh.
When food became scarce, the crew would isolate the weaker passengers and kill them, then use the corpses as dry food for everyone on the ship. Every member had to eat a small piece of flesh from their former companions to prove their loyalty and dedication to survival. But the real feast had not yet begun until some new refugees refused this creepy meal. At this time, the nervous crowd would attack these "cowards" with ruthless and cruel wildness, killing them and cooking the corpses into the main dish.
It was hard to imagine that the slave population that escaped from a layer formed a small world. They couldn't help but sigh. As the lord of a layer, how many creatures had it enslaved in such a long time?!
This was the abyss. Every plane was as terrifying as hell. In this way, the Underdark seemed relatively civilized. After all, there was order here that other planes did not have!
If he really had to choose a plane as a strategy, Chen Feng would not choose those small worlds that had been established for countless years and had countless resources, but places like Cursed Throat.
After all, for example, even if there were a few strong people visiting Cursed Throat, there were more slaves who had escaped from Yenoggu's territory wandering in that plane!
Compared with other worlds that had gods behind the scenes, Cursed Throat was undoubtedly a place outside the law, a place without a master!
Of course, Chen Feng had a certain level of self-awareness. If he wanted to occupy that place, he needed at least a low-level god. If he entered rashly, even if he was lucky enough to occupy that place, he would be played to death by the surrounding neighbors.
Chen Feng gazed at the blood-soaked battlefield and laughed mockingly before saying something that would cause countless professionals to raise their eyebrows if they heard him. "In the end … I am still too weak."
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