Chapter 787: My name is Guangbai, the modern elders take care of the worlds
The multiverse, a tiny point in the grand star map of a certain plane
In the dark cave, a dwarf was panting.
In the deep and long passage, the heavy and ferocious breathing of the hound was faintly visible.
The dwarf couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, slowing down his breathing rate.
It can no longer escape - those evil hounds born from the rotting wreckage are much more evil and ferocious than when they were alive.
The dwarf closed his eyes in pain, a strong regret seemed to be gnawing at his heart bit by bit.
"At the beginning, no one thought that she would be a vicious monster from a foreign land..."
The dwarf couldn't help but think of what Congressman Christian Girardi said.
Once upon a time, he was the monster's most ardent follower.
When she showed her evil ambition, she became his most loyal minion for a time.
Unfortunately, people underestimate her desires.
She is not here to rule and dominate, she only brings distortion and struggle before endless destruction and fragmentation...
Until now, the dwarves can still vaguely smell the bloody night that dyed the earth scarlet.
And the cause of all this was that it rescued a "human girl" that it accidentally encountered in the mining area that was exposed to the void.
The dwarf is not sure whether he was charmed by it in the first place.
But there is no doubt that at the moment when the two pairs of eyes met, a clear echo came from the dwarf's rock-cold heart.
This is the source of the dwarf's pain - it brought disaster, but did not die in that cruel, crazy bloody night.
"May the fire of the hearth continue to rise throughout the earth."
The dwarf leaned against the bitterly cold rock and prayed silently.
In the past, it had never looked down on those weak guys who only huddled up and trembled in prayer at the last moment.
Now, it seems to understand the helplessness and grief of those weak people.
The dwarf knows the reason why he has not been killed:
The other party is teasing it, torturing it, gradually corrupting and distorting its soul in front of such pain.
"She" has always been such a cruel person.
Before that, she had defiled the old king's soul through some dark and cruel means that made it impossible to sleep for a second.
This made "her" extremely happy.
As devout molten believers who can walk in the area near the void, the souls of dwarves have naturally been coveted and coveted.
But if it is just death, the power of the furnace fire will bring the dwarf's soul back to the place where thousands of furnace fires are extinguished.
There, some not-so-easy old goat watches over its soul.
Therefore, a process of blasphemy and distortion is required.
The dwarf once tried to summon the power of molten fire when he was extremely angry.
In the vast majority of cases, Molten believers never abuse the power of their faith.
The path of molten fire does not include justice and truth.
Molten fire is not just molten fire...
So the power of the molten fire rarely responded - in the shining light of fire and the sound of hammering, its huge body with goat's horns emerged from the mountains, and it told the dwarves:
The opponent is a powerful lower plane lord who has carried out multiple wars of invasion and destruction.
It is keen to use evil strategies to corrupt and distort the political power of a world, thereby completing its self-destructive tendencies through its evil power.
Of course, when the plan is foiled and he becomes angry, his evil minions will come in handy.
Several epochs ago, it was severely damaged by a good-aligned chosen one using an artifact in a large-scale multiverse battle.
It is said that the authority of some lords in the lower planes has been destroyed.
I just didn't know that He had crawled out of that dark world again.
The Molten Ancient God is not keen on fighting, let alone when the opponent has already gained absolute dominance.
However, after knowing that the other party acted recklessly and turned the stretching forest into a sea of fire.
The ancient god with ram's horns was lost in thought.
Perhaps, the molten fire will reveal a new destiny...
That was the last inspiration from the mountains.
Then, it fell into silence until now.
The dwarf prayed one last time, but still received no answer.
What he got was just a claw that mercilessly penetrated its collarbone...
The dwarf closed his eyes tightly, making final preparations.
In the darkness, the hound dragged the dwarf and moved slowly upwards for dozens of kilometers.
Above the ground, the ferocious firelight was licking the silent crowd, while the screams of the devils were getting farther and farther away in the billowing smoke...
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Lady Nightstalker - Mistress Varya Succubus - Aldina sits elegantly on the high platform.
In the wine glass in front of it, some kind of scarlet liquid was flowing thickly.
Of course it wouldn't be blood - but a more cruel extract.
Destroying a world is a thankless task in Aldina's opinion.
It doesn't have much interest in watching a group of dead things burn and be destroyed.
It is an exquisite lower plane artist, not one of those rough, despicable demons.
Of course, occasionally it will also light some "happy" bonfires to add a bright color to its works.
Compared to destroying the world, burning some forests is nothing.
What can those druids do with it?
As early as several epochs ago, Aldina often did such things.
Of course, it may not be able to offend the powerful existences of those plane guardian camps.
But if it's just a druid, it's not a big problem.
At least in the long epoch of the nearby plane system, no powerful druids were born.
Even if they do, they still have too many things to keep busy with.
I won't come looking for it because of its little "art".
What's more, in most cases, living in the lower plane, she is not afraid of causing ordinary trouble.
The lower plane is not as simple as the material world.
If she really wanted to find someone who would come to her door, she would have to first ask her not-so-willing neighbors.
"Look? Who is this?"
Aldina suddenly leaned down and stared at the dwarf who was dragged by the hounds below.
she said with a smile.
The beautiful face full of charming color was suddenly torn apart, and under the human eyes, a pair of more naked and cold eyes loomed.
She was thinking about how to concoct this molten fire believer.
This is an excellent gift...
At this moment, Aldina suddenly noticed some danger.
She observed her surroundings vigilantly, and finally discovered some clues:
In the thick bloody liquid, she saw a small figure waving a long multi-ring staff towards her from the liquid scene!
Aldina turned her head suddenly, only to see nothingness behind her!
And the next moment, time seemed to have stopped!
Aldina heard a buzzing sound, and her head and body were completely shattered in a sudden bombardment!
"Humans... are very good..."
In the distant lower plane, a seductive voice with suppressed anger sounded low.
Then, through the eyes of the minions, she saw the human who destroyed her incarnation in that world:
He is a young human with a golden hoop on his head:
"My name is Guangbai, a modern elder who guards all realms."
The young man held a long staff and said this.
The devils stared at him with bared teeth, but no one pounced on him.
They stared at the long staff in the young man's hand with fear, and they saw the power of that thing...
Aldina stared at the hoop on the young man's head and the staff in his hand for a long time, and then disconnected from the minions.
She has already failed once, but she will not fail again.
The evil in the multiverse is never just recklessness and wanton chaos...