Some people say it was a horrific killing of flesh and blood.←,.
Some people say it is a huge and extremely ugly monster.
Only when you are in the Year of Destruction can you truly feel the worry that reaches deep into your soul, the fear of imminent destruction, and the worry about the unknown. It is as if you are in the deep sea, overwhelming.
The pressure is coming from all directions, letting the fear of doomsday invade every inch of skin and every pore, and letting the terror of death flow through every capillary.
I can't do anything, let alone resist. But before death takes away my life, I have to feel this terror all the time. There is unbearable noise in my ears, and my vision is full of ferocious scenes.
In my own spiritual world, the only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat.
As long as you stand on this piece of land that is beginning to collapse and look up at the sky for a few seconds, you will naturally feel an inexplicable feeling of fear.
Time has entered June 1318, and the sun has stopped rising.
In people's field of vision, the sky above their heads can only see thick clouds rolling like thick black slurry. From time to time, burning meteorites drag their long tails across the sky like comets, blooming with symbols.
The blinding light of destruction.
This light is reflected on the retinas of mortals, stimulating people's visual nerves. When the ominous light spots brought by the meteorites penetrate the clouds, they light up the clouds, making the rolling clouds appear turbid black and red. It seems that hell has followed
This world coincides.
Last year, someone might have screamed, "What is that?"
At that time, no one will answer.
But now, no one will ask again.
Everyone knows the answer. Meteorites are fragments of collapsed planes that break into the main plane under the influence of gravity.
There were no screams or even panic. Even if someone around him was unlucky enough to be killed by a meteorite, no one would take a second look.
People are numb!
Some people used to anesthetize themselves by saying that the collapse was just a matter of the outer plane. However, last month, the golden city located in the center of the continent was destroyed by a volcanic eruption. No one dared to mention it again.
Since the end of last year, the rule of the major human kingdoms has gradually collapsed due to the invasion of powerful races from the outer plane. Races that have only been heard of in myths and legends range from organized races such as the Lightpeople and Githyanki to
From magic giants to all kinds of monsters to giant dragons, they all came to the main plane to seek a way out.
Perhaps they had a clear purpose, or they were simply fleeing. Anyway, each of these powerful guys took over the territory and occupied it as kings, destroying or occupying everything wantonly. The human army was easily defeated. As a result, empires, kingdoms, and principalities were all formed.
Historical term. Without order, the remaining people converged almost blindly, heading towards the destination closest to them.
destination?
It is said that there are more than thirty floating islands and floating continents that can escape this impending destruction of the world. The kind-hearted and neutral church priests distributed a large number of maps as early as the end of 1317, and put the people who have a chance to rescue
Places are marked on a simple map. The requirements for entering each place are written in common language on the back of the map, allowing people to make their own decisions based on their race, beliefs, location and distance to the destination.
About every two or three days, believers from major churches will distribute new maps for free on certain traffic thoroughfares. This is because the new owners of some places are extremely hostile to mortals.
At the same time, there is a number called the safety rating on the map. One is the lowest, and ten is the highest. Almost everyone has noticed that since this free map was distributed, the index of several races has not been high.
For example, in the territory called the Forest of Elves on the northwest coast of the continent controlled by the elves, the index rarely exceeds seven, and is always hovering around five or six.
To be fair, the elves are not weak. Not counting the countless mountains within, there is no human pantheon that acts in unison. The elves and dwarves are the strongest among the pantheons.
Similarly, the elves did not show any weakness, as usual. No one would treat the elves as soft persimmons.
However, the elves have not been peaceful since October last year.
The incarnation of Solonor, the Elf God of Bows and Arrows, patrolled the border of the Elf Forest. His handsome face had a heartache twist.
In front of him was a dense forest created by divine magic. It looked towering. Only the elves themselves knew that this was far worse than the trees in the ordinary Elf Forest. Not to mention the ones on Everlasting Island.
Real ancient trees not only have strong vitality, but also have strong spiritual intelligence. As long as there is need, a magical spell can transform large tracts of forests into tree spirit guards. They are not ordinary tree spirit guards, but two tree spirit guards at every turn.
, a thirty-meter-tall ancient tree guard.
In front of this terrifying ancient tree guard, the ordinary giants who are less than ten meters tall are as fragile as babies, and will be slapped away with a slap. Only the real titans can overwhelm the ancient tree guard in terms of strength and physique.
But now... only the most lush trees can be made into dryad guards.
What's worse is that if this continues, we may not even be able to count on this.
At this moment, the area on the edge of the Elf Forest is no longer as beautiful as it was in the first few months after the harvest was completed. As far as the eye can see, there are withered trees and blackened hay bushes everywhere.
Originally, when midsummer arrived, the ground should be covered with fresh green grass that had experienced the moisture of spring. Unfortunately, due to the impact of plane collapse, there was no real spring at the beginning of this year.
There is no sun and no rain. Not to mention the destroyed forest areas in the border areas, even the woods inside are all yellow and withered.
There was no cheerful chirping of birds, no melodious singing of beautiful elves. There was deathly silence everywhere, and the air reverberated with destruction and decay.
In comparison, not to mention the beautiful and peaceful kingdom of Solonor that had been there since the establishment of the elven kingdom of Alpande, it was not even as good as the worst elven settlements that had been scattered across the continent.
Night has fallen.
The dry desert in the distance rolled up a curtain-like sandstorm, and the dry branches were continuously beaten by the sand, causing a series of harsh crackling sounds. It was like a non-stop, terrible percussion music. The crazy wind sounded like
It was like the wail of a wraith, or the wail of some indescribable purgatory creature.
Solonor knew that by daybreak, a large forest would be submerged by yellow sand.
The god of bows and arrows spat fiercely: "We are simply colonizing the land of hell!"
Under the cover of thick and persistent clouds, since there is no sunlight during the day, there will naturally be no moonlight at night.
Without dark vision, it would be completely dark at night.
At this time, a piece of void not far away that was no more than three meters high suddenly turned blood red.
At first glance, it felt extremely ominous and terrifying. After just a few seconds, the void seemed to be torn apart. A bottomless dark crack appeared in the tumbling scarlet, followed by countless fireballs.
It flew out from inside.
The dazzling fireball turned a large area of surrounding trees into burning torches. After the fireball passed, groups of rat demons began to rush out of the cracks in the plane.
These demons, who were already half as tall as a man and looked like oversized black rats, could not be called an army at all when they were gathered together, but their numbers alone were overwhelming.
Solonor looked at this dense and creepy black ocean and listened to the chaotic screams of the demons, and couldn't help but feel disgust on his face.
Countless little demons came out at the same time. They fluttered a pair of fleshy wings on their backs, and they seemed to be shaking and pushing and pushing out of the portal. There were too many of them, and they could no longer use the locust swarm.
There are no adjectives to describe them, it's like a tsunami rising from the flat land.
"God?" The godly attendant who followed Solonor reminded him in a low voice.
"Got it!" Solonor took out a magic arrow from the quiver on his back and shot it out so lightly and deftly.
It clearly looked like an arrow shot by a human beginner archer. The trajectory of the bow and arrow seemed a bit skewed as soon as it left the string. However, when the bow and arrow left Solonor ten meters away, a rumbling sound suddenly came out from the charred earth.
Flying over.
The trees that had been carbonized and blackened by the flames either fell down one after another or turned into powder.
Countless burning dead branches, together with the sand and gravel on the ground, were blown up by the air flow brought out by the divine arrow, and flew backward toward the portal in the void, like a horizontal tornado of flames.
The demons screamed and tried to disperse, but there were too many of them. Even if they bit their companions desperately and tried to carve a bloody path, they were still too late.
There was a loud "boom" sound.
The powerful explosion easily wiped out more than 80% of the demons, and the remaining low-level demons were blown to pieces by the violent wind, and they were no longer in formation.
"Leave it to you." Solonor didn't even look at it, turned around and left.
Behind him, there was naturally a patrol consisting of low-level rangers and low-level mages following him to clean up the mess.
With his strength, of course, he can easily destroy all enemies with one blow. Now, the elves, who are aware of training their reserve forces, have begun to consciously let the elves who are similar in strength to the enemy find scattered demons to practice with.
"The Demon Legion is still fulfilling the contract of the Beginning for the time being. However, when the Contract of the Beginning is completely invalidated, it will be time for the Devil Legion and the Demon Army to join forces and enter the main plane of the Ultron Continent." Corellon's prediction is correct.
When the plane barrier between the outer plane and the inner plane begins to loosen and break, the Abyss can often be opened, and small portals can be used to transfer demons to the main plane. Asmodeus also tacitly ignores it.
With all this.
The only problem is that it is not yet possible to open a large portal to allow high-level demons to come over.
However, this is only a matter of time.
Returning to the center of Floating Continent No. 31, Solonor suddenly felt a familiar atmosphere.
"Is Raven here?"
"Yes, he was very helpful again." He was answered by the elf love goddess Henali. (To be continued.)