On the plain burning with doomsday fire, a pale golden portal slowly opened.
After discovering the fluctuations of the door to another dimension and the familiar aura coming from behind the door, Widnina, who arrived here first, looked happy and hurriedly stepped forward to greet her, only to see Sandro slowly stepping across the pale.
The golden portal led her to the hell where the devil was.
"Are you okay? Are you injured?" Seeing that Sandru had returned safely from the aftermath of the battle at the demigod level, Vidnina's always-suspicious heart relaxed at this moment, and she asked with a concerned look on her face.
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"I'm fine, but it's a pity that I didn't get more inspiration to break through the bottleneck from the demigod-level battle." Under Widnina's inquiry, Sandro just shook his head lightly, with the left side vaguely showing
There was also a hint of unwillingness on the human face, as if the previous gains made him extremely dissatisfied, "I can feel that, just a little bit, I will be able to glimpse the ultimate secret of the endless night ritual, and thus surpass those with flaws."
Lich, it’s a pity..."
At the end of the sentence, Sandro let out a deep sigh, and there was a deep look of disappointment in his eyes. Unexpectedly, the Lord of the Undead and the ancient hero stopped before the battle reached the critical moment. It seemed that they would not continue the fight.
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If you continue to stay on that battlefield, you will most likely be recaptured by the Lord of the Undead who reacts. For this reason, Sandro can only choose to cast a spell and leave.
Widnina didn't think so. Rather than failing to gain anything, what she cared more about was Sandro's safe return: "Never mind the gains, if you can escape from the Lord of the Undead and regain your freedom, then
It's enough."
Sandro did not answer, but just looked into the distance. For him, how could it be enough to just gain freedom?
For some reason, since that day when Rhodes brought him into the quiet room, Sandro's understanding of death has become even more profound. That understanding of death can only be gained by being immersed in it, even for the legendary Lich.
It is also of great benefit. With the blessing of that insight, the bottleneck that has always troubled Sandro has been loosened. If he continues this insight, he may be able to solve the problems that trouble all lichs in one fell swoop.
Taking the endless night ritual to a new level.
It's just a pity that the insights gained from the Lord of the Undead and the ancient heroes are not enough for Sandro to complete the understanding of the endless night ritual. He still needs to observe more demigod-level battles. However, the existence of demigod-level
How could he easily fight, let alone let Sandru happen to be watching from the side? It would be difficult to have such an opportunity next time.
"Will the Lord of Hell really accept and protect us? This is hell. In the legend of Erathia, the souls of sinners will suffer eternal torture here." Vidnina asked with some worry, as if thinking of something. "When did you start to believe in the legend of Erathia?" Faced with Vidnina's inquiry, Sandro just glanced at her, "We are heroes who have surpassed the walking dead. In this doomsday battle,
, we are on the same side as the Lord of Hell. The Lord of the Undead originally had such an opportunity, but it is a pity that he did not cherish it. With the protection of the Lord of Hell, even the Lord of the Undead does not dare to do anything to us."<
/p>
With that said, the two people walking forward slowly came to a demon palace shrouded in blazing fire.
Looking at the blazing flames, Vidnina was a little confused: "I heard those magicians say before that all the flames in the world have been attributed to the hands of the fire elemental monarch, and even the flames in hell have been completely extinguished and become
It's completely cold. Now it seems that those rumors may be untrue. There are clearly still fires burning here."
Following Widnina's words, Sandro also saw the fire rising from the top of the Devil's Palace. After careful observation, his expression became solemn: "That is not an ordinary flame, but a fire that can burn everything.
The fire of doomsday. Not only the fire of doomsday is burning on the plain not far away, but it is also the fire of doomsday. Only the fire of doomsday can continue to burn at this moment."
From Sandro's narration, Vidnina finally understood how extraordinary the flames burning on the Demon Palace were. Since all fire magic elements in the entire main plane disappeared, all mages have lost the ability to cast fire magic.
The power of Vidnina is the same. Only the legendary fire of doom can break away from the control of the fire element monarch and continue to burn in the world.
Already plunged into the cold and dead hell, the flames of burning souls ignited again. Under the arrogant king's divine sword, the fire of doom has completely ignited this place.
"Stop! Ahead is the station of the Blood Scythe troops under the Arrogant King. Why are you here? No, you are not demons, but creatures from the surface world!"
While the two were chatting, with an angry shout, the figures of several great demons slowly appeared and surrounded the two.
The fire of doom has been completely integrated into the bodies of these great demons. Each of them is like an extremely unstable furnace that may explode completely at any time. Even under the gaps in the skin, only the dazzling fire light is revealed.
, they have been corroded and transformed by the fire of doom, and their aura far exceeds that of ordinary demons of the same kind.
"We are heroes from the surface world who have come to seek refuge. We have come to meet the Lord of Hell." Facing the interrogation of many great demons, Sandro took a step forward and said slowly.
Hearing the word hero mentioned in Sandro's mouth, the nearby big demons were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't make up their minds. If they replaced ordinary surface creatures here, whether the big demons would expel them or kill them,
There will be no problem in destroying them, but they cannot do such a thing when facing heroes.
"Hero... please come with me."
Facing the heroes who came here, even the great devil restrained his past arrogance and respectfully guided the way ahead. Under the declaration of the Lord of Hell, the only one who can live in the post-apocalyptic world is the true
Heroes, the status of heroes is not the same in hell. Every hell demon is eager to become a hero in the doomsday battle that destroys everything.
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Under the leadership of the big devil, several people quickly approached the devil's palace in the distance. However, before they arrived, the earth suddenly shook, and countless gravel and dust fell from the top of everyone's heads. Following this, there were
A magnificent and terrifying momentum.
"Enemy attack!"
"Who dares to offend the majesty of the Lord of Hell!"
After noticing the unusual, yet unparalleled momentum full of hostility and provocation, the expressions of the nearby demons suddenly changed. No one has ever dared to act wildly in front of the arrogant king like this. Those who dare to do so will pay more than death.
A heavy price.
"That breath..."
After feeling the terrifying momentum that was suppressed from the sky and not inferior to that of the demigods, both Sandru and Widnina showed surprise at this moment. Not long ago, they were on the surface world,
Having personally experienced the arrival of that aura, it can even be said that it was precisely because of the aura master that they had the chance to escape from the dungeon.
However, what the two of them did not expect was that when they came to hell, that aura would still appear. Even though the source of the aura was not directed at them, they were still very surprised.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the red lava above Hell, only to see a burst of golden sword light suddenly appear from the sky, and the sky opened wide. An irreparable sword mark appeared over the entire Hell, dividing it from one to the other.
What fell from the sky above the second hell was an angry and ferocious elf hero, and behind that elf hero, another half-elf hero carrying a divine bow also fell.
"That's Gru, the hero of Eli? Why is he here?" Seeing the half-elf hero, Sandro recognized his identity at a glance. It was Gru, the famous hero of Eli.
Sandro is curious as to why Gru appears here? And is he still following Tularion?
The hero Gru who fell from the sky also changed his expression when he saw the many demons in hell staring at him. He never expected that Tularion would bring him here.
As the battle broke out in the Magic City, Gru also cast elf spells, preparing to come to the chaotic city to inquire about news, but he saw a scene that surprised him. Tularion slashed open the thick earth with his sword, and jumped
In the meantime, the body moves all the way downward, finally removing all obstacles and reaching the hell that few living creatures can reach.
Gru, who cares about Tularion, doesn't want anything unexpected to happen to him. Judging from Tularion's appearance, it seems that he won't give up easily until hell is turned upside down. In desperation, Gru can only
Follow him to avoid any accidents.
It wasn't until he went deep into hell that Gru realized how much risk he had taken. Those big demons whose bodies were burning with the fire of doom were several times stronger than the big demons in Gru's memory, although they were still not as powerful.
Heroes like Gru, who are the pinnacle of legends, are not much different. The fire of doom has completely activated the infinite potential contained in the great demon's body. When the number is too large, it is simply not something that ordinary creatures can handle.
Facing Tularion who broke through the barriers of the entire earth and descended from the sky, the nearby big demon also felt the aura on his body. For a moment, they did not dare to act rashly. They just stepped forward and said: "This hero, you have also come to surrender to the Lord of Hell.
"?"
"I'm here to prove what I love." The big devil's answer was only a roar from the elf hero. As those words fell, infinite power condensed on his sword blade, "What makes people become heroes?"
?Isn’t it the love in my heart?”
The dazzling sword light swept across, and in an instant, all the creatures that blocked the elf hero were blocked, whether it was the dozens of great demons burning with doomsday fire, or the thousands of people who came after hearing the news.
All the low-level demons were turned into powder under this sword. Not even a trace of skeletal remains was left. They were all swept away by the elf hero's sword. No one could stop him.
Under the power of that sword, all the demons were frightened. Even the big demon who was lucky enough not to be within the attack range began to tremble slightly in his majestic body, as if he had recognized the origin of the hero.
"It was him... who slaughtered hell and called the beasts he loved! This is impossible. He should be sealed in the lake of fire. How could he reappear in the world?"
Even the most powerful demon in the team did not dare to act rashly after recognizing the identity of the hero. Many demons could not even hold their weapons steadily. They looked so frightened that they wanted to turn around immediately.
Escape.
The name of a beast is still the most feared thing in the hearts of demons in hell. He once killed the demon king and turned hell into a sea of blood, just to prove the crazy love in his heart. Under his slaughter,
, there are no demons left in hell. Only the demons who hide in the sanctuary of hell can escape. If the arrogant king had not finally sealed them, I am afraid that the whole hell would not be able to escape his poisonous hands.
In the Devil's Palace, General Sellon, who came after hearing the news, couldn't help but change his expression when he saw the elf hero. Facing the beast in its prime, even Sellon was no match for him. p>
Seeing this situation, Sellon also understood that the matter was beyond his control, and then his mind sank, and he began to communicate in his heart with the existence of the one who rules hell.
"Where is Lucifer?"
After seeing Sellon, Tularion's face darkened, and the sword in his hand glowed. He probably didn't get a satisfactory answer, so he planned to kill Sellon completely.
"Beast, this is not a place for you to run wild!"
Faced with Tularion's questioning, Sellon also looked ugly. As a demon general and the first general under the arrogant king, he also represents the face of the Lord of Hell. He absolutely cannot tolerate anyone tarnishing arrogance in front of him.
The majesty of a king.
The giant scythe flashed with cold light was tightly held in Sellon's hand. He searched hard for the flaws in Tularion, ready to launch a fatal blow from the flames at any time. However, those who moved faster than him did not give him a blow at all.
Tulareone by any chance.
The sword light, which is enough to tear the world apart, and contains the supreme heroic will, sweeps forward again. If Sellon avoids it, the demon palace behind him will be leveled by Tularion's sword. In desperation, Sellon
Lun could only step forward to greet him.
However, in the face of Tularion, whose will has reached the extreme, just to prove his love, Sellon seems to be unable to bear even a single blow. As the sword light approaches, the first thing to break is the giant scythe in his hand.
How can ordinary treasures stop the terrifying sword light that kills demigods?
Seeing that the giant scythe was turned into powder in an instant, and even Serron was about to be completely killed, a terrifying aura that was not weaker than Tularion also quietly spread in the field.
The sword light that destroyed all things swept across, and a burst of blood poured out of Sellon's mouth, and the consciousness in his mind was also in a trance, as if it was about to completely dissipate under the sword light. When his consciousness was dying, the corner of his eye suddenly appeared.
He caught a glimpse of the dark wings spread out in front of him.
A familiar figure came in front of him at this moment and blocked the fatal blow for him.