A little light appeared again in the deepest darkness, and Iros suddenly felt a huge twitching pain in his head, and his huge mental power was like a pot of boiling water, rolling continuously.
He finally calmed down his mental agitation, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Sure enough, it was another dream, a dream that was so real that it was completely indistinguishable from reality.
Iros didn't know why he had so many strange dreams during this period of time. He had a vague feeling that these were not just empty dreams, they were probably real tributaries of destiny.
But this is just a guess. The scenes in the dream are places he has never seen before, so there is no way to know whether it is true or false.
In the dream that just ended, Iros deduced that this was a war that took place in the demon world.
But is there already a war between Heaven Mountain and the Demon Realm? Does the world in his dream allude to the war that happened in the past, the ongoing war, or the coming fight?
Iros doesn't know.
But Iros knew how powerful the little figure on the mountain of corpses in the center of the battlefield was!
Its fighting method is incredible, its seemingly clumsy jumps can always cut down angels flying in the sky like lightning.
This is really incredible.
But after personally experiencing its head-on blow, Iros knew that this weird fighting method must be real.
He didn't understand because he simply couldn't understand the composition of its power and the way it used its power.
Iros opened his eyes completely and sat up from the bed. Themis had already left, but her fragrance still lingered on Iros's body.
There was a light and soft magical light in the room, and it was already dark outside the window. It looked like it was already late at night.
Iros put on his clothes and got out of bed, and suddenly smelled a mixture of blood and stench that was too strong to be resolved.
He was slightly startled, the smell was very familiar, it was the smell of the demon world battlefield just now.
Iros tried to find the source of the smell, but both his body and clothes were as clean as ever, with no stains visible.
Iros frowned and walked to the full-length mirror to see if there was anything wrong with him. As soon as he stood in front of the mirror, he was stunned!
The Iros in the mirror has a very thin and light line of blood under his eyes!
Iros's hand trembled as he slowly touched his face, and then put his fingertips in front of his eyes.
There was a tiny drop of blood on his fingertips.
At this moment, Iros was suddenly in a trance, feeling that he couldn't tell which one was the dream, here or the demon world.
Fortunately, Iros is a straightforward person. Since he can't figure it out, he simply puts it aside for now. He still has big things to do.
When the holy light dissipated and the pairs of pure white wings flying in the sky no longer existed, the red and black colors resumed their dominant position in the entire demon world. Only the tower in the far distance radiated the sacred light.
The mountain peaks still stand tall and majestic, and the pillar of holy light that penetrates the sky and the earth has not dimmed at all.
At this moment, only the broken corpses covering the earth, the slowly flowing blood, and the mountain of corpses standing in the center of the battlefield were witnesses to the battle that had just occurred.
The war that buried three million demon warriors.
The thick dark red clouds in the sky are flowing slowly, and the endless wind between heaven and earth is no longer completely filled with the smell of blood and stench. Occasionally, the wind will bring some sour smell unique to the devil world.
There will always be a faint fragrance floating in the wind, which is the last trace left by the angels whose bodies were chopped off in the demon world.
On the top of the mountain of corpses, the small figure had stood still, and the giant blade that was disproportionate to its body was inserted deeply into the pile of corpses in front of it.
It was completely indifferent to the earth-shattering cheers of the demon warriors on the battlefield, and just looked at the distant mountain peaks that seemed extremely disharmonious to the demon world environment.
Plop, plop, the sound of footsteps like crushing fruit came from behind the little figure.
It was a ferocious giant five meters tall. Its dark black armor was covered with one-meter-long sharp spikes, and countless long, twisted horns protruded from the holes specially left in the armor.
It climbed up the mountain of corpses with difficulty, because its body was too heavy, and with every step it took, its steel boots would sink deeply into the pile of flesh and blood under its feet.
Different from other demon warriors, the giant three-headed shackle in its hand always emits a rich fragrance.
Obviously, this ferocious weapon has drunk the blood of many angels.
"The omnipotent Lord Mecanshut, you just..."
The giant spoke in the language common to the Demon King clan. Before it could finish speaking, Mecantheat waved his hand to signal it to be quiet.
At this time, on the battlefield, countless demons were watching Mecanshut.
They discovered something unusual about Mecanshute on the top of the mountain, and the cheers gradually fell silent. After a while, the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence again.
"Did you feel it?" Malcantheat said suddenly.
"What...feel this?" The giant behind Mecantheat looked very confused. He looked around and listened carefully, but still found nothing.
Melcanthet seemed to sigh and said: "Just now, a god was angry, and her anger even spread to the devil world.
If you are still like you are now and only know strength and killing, then in a thousand years you will not be able to reach the position of the general of the demon world."
The giant roared with laughter several times, and his laughter also contained tyrannical power, causing the larger corpses within a hundred meters to explode.
"I just want to follow you. The position of general is not suitable for me at all. You see, how correct my choice is now. In the war between the six demon worlds, you are the only one who has achieved a glorious victory!"
Merchant sighed softly and said: "Only five hundred and sixteen battle angels were killed. This number is nothing to the Tiantian Mountain army.
What's more, the Holy Mountain is still in the hands of Heavenly Mountain, and we are still very far away from victory."
"But those arrogant great lords, including Amelia, the great lord of the sixth demon world who wants to be the emperor, and the disgusting Demon Dragon King, they have not won any battle so far.
!And you..."
Halfway through the giant's words, he saw Mecanshut suddenly jump up, his long blade sweeping through the void!
It immediately roared, squatted down slightly, and each of the spiked hammers of the three-headed flail ignited thick purple-black flames.
Millions of demon warriors at the foot of the mountain clenched their weapons at the same time. In their densely packed ranks, haloes of various colors burst out, which was a sign that the tyrannical existence was rapidly increasing its power.
But the millions of demon warriors waited for nothing.
After Malcanthet's blow, there was no abnormality between heaven and earth.
Its blow seemed to fall completely into the air.
"Lord Mecanshut, are there another battle angels here?" the giant asked.
Melcantheut looked up at the sky, stood quietly for a moment, and then slowly said:
"It's not a battle angel. It's really strange. I just felt that there was a guy who has been watching us. Am I wrong?
However, that guy just made me feel really, really annoying!"
At this time, a group of giant beasts as big as hills slowly appeared on the distant horizon, slowly coming towards the battlefield.
These giant beasts are corpse-eating beasts in the demon world. They don't have much fighting power and rely on their huge bodies, solid defenses and large-area acid spitting for their living.
They are the scavengers of the demon world and are usually kept in captivity and can also be used to clean up battlefields.
Corpse-eating beasts can grow up to hundreds of meters long and dozens of meters high. When they stop growing, they will be slaughtered and used as food for demon warriors.
Malcanthet told the giant: "After cleaning the battlefield, you go back to the fortress first. I have one more thing to do, and I have to leave for a while. Before I come back, all you have to do is defend the fortress. You must not
Let’s start a war.”
The giant agreed and asked again:
"Lord Mecanshut, how long do you plan to go?"
This simple question seemed to stump Malcanthet. It was silent for a long time before answering:
"I was supposed to be back soon. But now... it may take a long time. So you have to be patient."
Under the deep night, a high-hanging blue moon is shining indifferently on the sleeping Central Mountains. Only occasionally, there will be a few long wolf howls to break the silence of the night.
Deep in the central mountain range, the majestic and ancient palace is as old as ever, exuding a faint brilliance under the night.
The main hall was dark, with no lighting at all. Only with the help of the faint light emitted by several giant beast statues on the four walls, could the scene in the main hall be clearly seen.
On the high platform at the end of the hall, there was only a high-backed chair carved in stone, and sitting on the chair was a tall middle-aged man.
His eyes were closed tightly, and he looked like he was resting or thinking deeply about something.
At this time, two huge doors in the hall opened silently, and a black-robed mage rushed in. He ran straight to the long steps of the high platform in the hall, fell to his knees with a plop, and shouted:
"The greatest Lord Custer! There are enemies sneaking up on us. During the inspection just now, I found that most of the sentries were killed!"
The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, and two pale green lights lit up in the hall. He said in a strange and metallic voice:
"Not most of them, but all of them. Not just the sentry, in fact, you are the only one alive among my subordinates now. And your life is about to end..."
The black-robed mage was taken aback. He raised his head in astonishment and looked at the middle-aged man on the high platform.
A wisp of breeze suddenly passed over his body. This gust of wind had strange power. Wherever it passed, whether it was flesh, flesh or clothing, it would be instantly disintegrated into an invisible mist by the extremely hot pure magic energy. In the blink of an eye,
The time turned into nothingness.
"Dear Lord Custer, I didn't expect that your prediction would be so accurate after not seeing you for so long."
Under the cold moonlight, Alderney slowly stepped into the huge door of the hall, and behind her, Odysseus, carrying a giant hammer, also appeared.
The middle-aged man on the high platform rested his jaw on his hand and said slowly:
"I still remember you, your name is Aldeney, right? Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, I have been here for more than a hundred years, and the little girl back then has now grown up.
But did the Demon Emperor only send you two? He looked down on the companions who fought side by side in the past, or did you two little guys offend the Demon Emperor, so you were killed by that stupid and ignorant old thing?
Sent to die?"
Alderney smiled and said: "Father is indeed a bit stupid, otherwise he would not have sent you to this plane to open up a refuge for our family. But it is still too late to correct the mistake now, maybe the two little guys from back then
, is enough to correct the error!
It’s just that I really don’t understand. The demon dragon clan has always been the most noble race in the demon world, but why did you betray me? Are the promises of heaven so worthy of your belief? What do you want, power, eternal life or glory?”