"What you see doesn't mean anything." Garen still looked lazy.
"So the commander is not going to admit it?" the Bailongshan envoy said unhappily. He had long been dissatisfied with the commanders of the twelfth level. With such little strength, they relied on the tyrannical presence behind them to lead them with more strength than him.
It is an insult to his dignity as a strong man to beat a master who has many votes.
He is one of the few level fourteen white dragons in Bailong Mountain!
"What do you mean by not admitting your account? You can't talk nonsense like this, Lord Ethics." Andrew from the side spoke up without fear.
"Boy Andrew, do you have the right to speak when I'm talking to the commander?" Jia from Bailong Mountain stared at Andre unethically.
"Okay, okay, stop arguing. Void creatures and the like are fine in the main plane, but in our abyss, who cares about these things?" the representative of the tribal elders of the ghost woman said in a slow and sharp voice. "Even if there are void creatures, they are fine."
How? We never care where any creature comes from, as long as it is in the abyss, it is one of us."
"The blasphemer!" Bailong Shanjia Luxun glared at the elder ghost woman.
"Tiamat is your god, not our god. Gareth, you'd better be careful what you say." Elder Hag was not afraid of him at all.
"Quiet!"
Garen saw that the people below were almost quarreling, so he simply clapped his hands and made some noise.
∝↘长∝↘风∝↘Literature∝↘Learning, c♂︾t "Don't pay attention to other rumors. Now, I need you to launch a surprise attack." Garen ordered.
"Raid?" Frost Giant Saratu said, "I like it! Who is it this time, Commander?" He was eager to bump into each other with his two fists.
"The target this time" Garen smiled slightly. "It is the Fortress of Ten Thousand Cries."
"Oh?" The frost giant was stunned for a moment.
Although the fortresses are not in harmony with each other, they are at least in the same alliance. If you raid another fortress like this, you will probably be attacked by a joint attack from other fortresses.
No one objected. Everyone was considering Garen telling the true intention of this raid target.
"Is there any objection?" Garen asked in advance.
This plan was not formulated by him, but was simply requested by the Lord of Lies.
This guy is not very satisfied with controlling half of the fortress. Anyway, there are no rules in the abyss. Although it is nominally an alliance of the same race, no one stipulates that he cannot attack other fortresses. The abyss will be more happy because of this, but it will be a lot of pressure.
Just a little bit.
It just so happened that expansion was going to happen anyway, so Garen decided to set his first target at the Fortress of Ten Thousand Cries.
"I object." Mond, the captain of the White Feather Force, said in a low voice. "With our current strength, the success rate of attacking the Fortress of Ten Thousand Cries is too low, and the plan is not very successful."
"It doesn't matter." Garen raised his hand, "Someone will be responsible for solving the problem for the two deputy commanders of the Fortress of Ten Thousand Cries. And I believe that their orthodox fortress leader will also have a good home." He did not say it clearly, and it was obvious that he had other arrangements.
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The fortress master is at least a level 15 strongman with a profound background and may be the incarnation of some powerful existence. But Garen actually dared to mention it with such a light word.
This immediately made everyone present feel shocked.
"It seems that the commander has made the decision, so we won't say much." The leader of the Corpse Party said quietly, "We can't do what is beyond our capabilities, but we can still do what we can."
"Killing will bring more resources and more souls, and I need these." Garen smiled.
The tone was set, and a new round of war broke out within a few words of Gallon.
Large numbers of legion demons and mercenary slaves rushed towards the Fortress of Ten Thousand Cries adjacent to them. Led by the leaders, the tyrannical army of a million people quickly advanced towards the Fortress of Ten Thousand Cries, which was shaped like a human rib.
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The news spread to other fortresses in the surrounding area, immediately arousing the dissatisfaction of the demons. On the contrary, the demons did not attack the empty Revenge Fortress. Instead, they attacked Wanwei from the side with the Legion of Revenge Fortress.
The 47th Division of the Hell Legion commanded millions of devils, and with thousands of hell floating battleships and various war fortresses, they launched an overwhelming general attack on Wanwei.
As a last resort, Commander Wanwei was furious and took action personally. Together with his two deputy commanders and three top masters, he officially went into battle with the artifact Bow of Sorrow to deal with the upcoming tyrannical opponent.
Jiujiao, the leader of the Hell Army, also took action with the Hell artifact and faced the leader of Shaan Wan Cry.
The red and blue skies were divided into half, completely dyeing the dark red and dead sky of the abyss into two areas of different colors.
There are countless flames floating in the red sky, and there are huge amounts of blue ice crystals floating in the blue sky.
On the dividing line between the two skies, two figures, one red and one blue, were colliding crazily. They were like comets, flying and turning, pulling out their tails and hitting each other again and again, making huge vibrations.
Voice.
The red figure is a flame-armored demon holding two swords. This is a standard Baator Balrog, with a bull head, a bear body, and elephant legs. The whole body is burning with huge high-temperature flames all the time. It holds a giant flame sword in one hand.
Holding a pitch-black crystal giant sword in one hand, a terrifying high-temperature force field reaching tens of thousands of degrees continued to twist around him, completely burning the air until it became blurry.
He is the commander of the Fortress of Ten Thousand Cries, Ron the Balto Fire Demon, who is at the peak of the fifteenth level.
On the other side, the one wearing blue ice armor and a silver crown is a strong warrior whose lower body has been vaporized. His upper body has the appearance of a human male, but his eyes are deep dark blue, and his hair is like burning and fluttering blue flames.
This is Bahamsdak, the leader of the Hell Legion, a peak existence of level 15. The huge ice hammer he holds in his hand is the artifact Ice War Hammer he holds.
The changes in the sky on both sides were caused by the constant collision between the black crystal sword and the blue war hammer, causing the terrifying energy radiation to burst out.
Just the aftermath of the radiation makes the harsh environment of the abyss even more terrifying.
Few soldiers below dare to approach here.
On the other side, countless demons and demons were fighting crazily, with colorful lights of energy and explosions of spells coming one after another. Arrows, rolling stones, kerosene, corrosive gas bombs, corpse explosions, and other war weapons were constantly intersecting.
Some of those who rushed too deep were so angry that they just cut off the head of a devil and were immediately smashed into pulp by other devils.
The thorn archers and skeleton archers rained arrows wildly, and all kinds of magic arrows with runes rained down like a rainstorm, causing a large number of casualties on the battlefield.
Meteor fire showers, winter hail, and various large-scale war spells overwhelmingly enveloped the battlefield areas.
The entire battlefield was filled with chaos, killing and wailing.
The devil attacks one side and takes revenge in the Fortress Legion headquarters.
A petite white dragon sat on a special metal chair, followed by several elite top experts, looking at the boiling tide of energy over the battlefield in the distance.
White Dragon is Garen who led the army from the Fortress of Revenge.
"It's almost time now, and it's time to prepare for the upcoming war." He said in a low voice. "Your Highness, are you ready?"
"Ready? No, no, no," a woman in black robe behind Garen laughed in a low voice. She looked like an ordinary elite woman standing behind Garen, but only a few people present knew that this was the real one.
The initiator of this war is the Lord of Lies, the supreme being from the void.
"No preparation required."
The Demon Lord answered with a smile.
"My power recovery is progressing very quickly. As long as I devour most of the souls from this war, I should be able to recover most of it. And you"
She looked at Garen in front of her.
"What you need now is just a slight qualitative change to lead to a fifteen-level qualitative change."
"Qualitative change?" Naturally, Garen's strength cannot be concealed by the Demon Lord of Lies, and even the disguise he wears is arranged by the Demon Lord of Lies. As a Demon Lord named for lies, his ability to disguise and deceive is second to none among all Demon Lords.
, even if the gods come, don't even think about seeing through Garen's true strength.
In the eyes of outsiders, he is still a level 12 white dragon.
"Yes. In return for the gift of qualitative change, I will give you the core of the Fortress Master of Ten Thousand Cries." The Demon Lord of Lies spread out his hand. In his palm, the shrunken shadows of the two commanders fighting in the distant sky slowly emerged.
Their miniature images were constantly bumping in her hand, and no abnormalities were found at all.
"Qualitative Change" Garon had a realization. His core selection was the Poisonous Eye. However, with the recent acceleration of improvement, the nine-sided body that had been silent before finally became abnormal. The nine-sided body is the entry of void creatures.
After this world, the most efficient use of killing is the key to accumulating strength.
But Garen had killed so many creatures, but he didn't even notice that this thing had any effect on him.
But at this moment, on this battlefield, he suddenly felt that the nine-sided body that had turned black finally started to vibrate slightly.
click
A subtle cracking sound slowly came from the nine-sided body. Garon looked inside and paid attention to it, and soon discovered that various fine cracks were continuously emerging from the inside of the nine-sided body.
As the cracks increased, Gallon gradually felt a subtle change slowly rising from the very bottom of his life, gradually rushing to his heart and flowing throughout his body.
The Lord of Lies glanced at him, smiled slightly, and said nothing.
"He has begun to evolve. It took so long for the nine-sided body to explode. It seems that his body needs a lot of sources to evolve." Another void parasite master whispered.
"It's normal. I have never seen a species branch like the snake-backed white dragon in the white dragon tribe." Another female demon smiled sweetly.
Garen's body began to undergo more and more changes as the nine-sided structure collapsed.
He suddenly returned to his original huge body, bursting the chair, and was about to rise into the sky, but the Lord of Lies waved his hand gently, and everything immediately returned to its original state.
To outsiders, Garen was still sitting in the chair, chatting and laughing with his men, but the real situation was that Garen's body had floated into the air, with huge twisted muscles floating all over his body, and his skin had begun to shed layer by layer.
stand up.
hiss!!
Garen suddenly raised his voice to the sky and roared. After tearing it apart, two pairs of cicada-like fleshy wings appeared directly on his back. The original dragon wings also gradually shrank, turning into slender fleshy wings that were exactly the same as the other two pairs. The entire three
A pair of six wings slowly flapped behind Garen. There were no scales on the surface of these wings, and they were bloody from top to bottom. They looked like wings that had just been skinned, with wet mucus flowing on their surfaces.
laugh!
Suddenly, countless densely packed green eyes opened directly on Garen's six wings. These small eyes were like countless blisters, blinking slowly on the wings, exuding an evil and greedy pure sight.
Ouch!!!
Garen's slender snake neck was raised and it made a harsh and sharp whistle. (To be continued...)