The legendary wizard's golemma's plan is destined to consume unimaginable huge time and energy for research. This is a peaceful, peaceful and fulfilling topic. At least for punk, the dense runes and complex energy structures do not represent boredom and boredom. Instead, they are beautiful and beautiful notes dancing in the heart. A spellcaster who loves magic can always swim in the ocean of knowledge with a pleasant mood, even if this process will last for more than 100,000 years...

However, the calmness of researchers in the magic tower is destined to have nothing to do with the "workers" who go out to work. Over the long tens of thousands of years, the bloody battle in hell has not stopped, but has become more and more intense. The young Avenger who exists as a "foreign aid mercenary" is still active in the battlefield of "Belesius Rift" for thousands of years.

Before he knew it, Ganatica had even fought on the front line of bloody battles for more than 43,000 years. Although fighting with a brainless demon really had no technical content, killing a stupid and stupid demon lord could not be regarded as a "legendary record" of a legendary profession, but Ganatica, who had killed three or four secondary lords along the way, could definitely be called a battle of many battles. At this time, the armor he wore on his body made of thick skin made of the secondary lord had already appeared in large pieces, and the sharp blade made of abyss ore even had rifts during his long combat career.

However, for Ganatica, who has improved its level and rich experience, the purpose of his 40,000-year battle is still hazy and vague. Just as he has experienced a continuous battle of about three years and has been sitting on the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he is confused and confused. Every day, the young Avenger, who is fighting in addition to fighting, seems to feel that his mind has begun to become numb.

"I am over 50,000 years old this year. Thanks to my sad memory, I still cannot forget everything that happened 50,000 years ago, but... But as time goes by, why do numbness fill my heart?"

Sitting on a huge and fragmented demon corpse, Ganatica, who was carefully wiping the long sword in her hand, said to herself with a hollow eyes and thoughtful look.

In the long battle of more than 40,000 years, the introverted boy still inevitably became a habit of talking to himself. His words were both for the magic crow vectors that had been by his side, and for himself. After all, the demons do not know how to communicate, and the low-level devils with strict hierarchy dare not communicate with powerful legendary powerhouses.

Moreover, after every battle, besides the magic crows flying around Ganatica, there are also destined not to exist living intelligent creatures to communicate. The Fractal of the Belecius Abyss is one of the central battlefields of the bloody battle. This is simply a large super meat grinder. After each battle, the dark red corpses will accumulate into several mountains over the years. Only by killing a whole group of legendary strong men who invade demons can hedge the war on the mountain made of corpses, and other creatures that are not strong enough can only become inconspicuous cornerstones on the mountain of corpses.

However... even though Ganatica was speaking to her only "friend", the vector of her character changed drastically did not answer the words of the new owner. It was just a very loyal duty to act as a warning and stared at the huge abyss crack in the distance. It looked as silent and ominous as an ordinary crow......

In this way, Ganatica could only wipe the rough long knife in his hand with a blank expression, and then began to stare at the cracks in the abyss in the distance with the vector and was stunned.

The demons are endless, and the next group of invading demons will pour into hell from the blood-red crack without hesitation. At that time, Ganatica, as the head of the Belesius battlefield, needs to respond in time as soon as possible and not allow the demons to break through the Belesius battlefield border.

This is like a boring offensive and defensive game. The enemy rushed in in a swarm. The fighter slashed the sharp blade and killed every creature within his eyes and then quietly waited for the next wave of enemies. The entire large army invaded from the abyss was the target he needed to "slaughter". Only those few "little demons" who were missed by luck will be left to the "little demons" who defended the border to solve it.

This process has been repeated countless times for more than 40,000 years. Moreover, because the battle process with the low-IQ demon is too single, the legendary warrior level of Ganatica who reaches level 24 has already shown signs of stagnation. Now the only thing he can see is the resource numbers revealed on the crystal card given by the "Candy Merchant" - of course, if these numbers accumulate to a certain extent, they will be directly cleared, which means that all the spoils of the young Avenger have been sent to the magic tower of a legendary wizard on the Feren plane.

“…………”

"Hello, my friend, you don't look very good"?

Against the backdrop of the blood moon, a dark breeze blew through the dark hell. Just as Ganatica used mechanized movements to clear the already clean blade bit by bit, a pale white palm gently patted the boy's shoulder from behind.

Looking back, Ganatica saw a thin young man with a blood-colored face and a huge horned head.

That is undoubtedly the nominal employer of the legendary foreign aid - Grand Duke Oakles.

"Oh... no need to answer, your expression is enough to explain a lot of things... Do you remember the advice I gave you on the first day you came to hell? Thinking about anything in a bloody battle is a very stupid and stupid behavior, because it is a war in the entire multiverse... I can see that you are a very deep guy, well, even more "deeper" than most devils, but in the overly long suppression and killing, even the devil must learn to relax themselves, and of course you also need to learn to put aside all worries and relax enough."

Just like magic, I took out two large cans of red spirits. The Grand Duke Oaklis, wearing the black thorn armor, was already sitting next to Ganatica very skillfully.

Although the thing on the ground was a bloody corpse that was terrible by a demon, Oaklis, who was careless in detail, obviously didn't care about these things.

He drank most of the bottle of strong wine in one sip, regardless of Ganatica's somewhat surprised look, and then looked straight at the young Avenger in a faint tone and said:
Chapter completed!