Blasphemy: 1 Morning and Dusk Part 1

In the morning and evening of Zhang Yi, only a few hundred kilometers away from the imperial capital, there was a lifeless wasteland. There are no birds to be seen in this wasteland, and no animals can be heard. Not even a single highly adaptable plant such as cactus or sea buckthorn can be seen.

It seems that for some mysterious reason, all life has been far away from this wasteland.

But from another perspective, this wasteland can also be said to be full of life, because there are now at least 50,000 troops stationed in the wasteland. The wind and sand of the wilderness could not help the powerful Hutu warriors, and the extreme desolation was overcome by the empire's powerful and efficient military supply system.

On a flat road that traverses the entire wasteland, food, fresh water and all supplies are continuously transported, allowing the 50,000 Hutu warriors to maintain a high combat effectiveness.

The wilderness is lonely, and this loneliness can sometimes make people crazy. But loneliness cannot help the 50,000 Hutu warriors. The luckiest among them can rotate back to their tribes and reunite with their families after three months. The person who has been stationed the longest will only stay here for two years.

A huge ring-shaped fortress was built on the wasteland, but the defenses of the fortress were inward rather than outward. This huge ring-shaped fortress stretches for dozens of kilometers and surrounds a large wasteland behind high walls.

There is indeed a huge danger hidden under this wasteland. It is precisely because of this danger that all life instinctively chooses to stay away from here.

The Imperial Prime Minister Straw and the Archdruid Gulbanda standing beside him knew this very well. But for them, only the unknown is dangerous. This known danger is not enough to scare them, the strong men who stand at the top of the human race.

They were standing on the highest tower of the ring fortress, looking down at a huge, dark crack in the center of the fortress.

The crack is completely dark, and no light can enter it. Looking from Straw's perspective, you can occasionally see a ball of green fire suddenly erupting from the darkness. After a few surges, it goes silent again.

Gulbanda was extremely tall, a full head taller than Straw, and looked like a violent bear. His hair, eyebrows and even beard were a strange dark green color, which looked quite strange. Only the thick oak staff held in his hand revealed his identity as a spellcaster. But with his thick physique, when this oak staff is wielded by him, it will definitely become a powerful weapon.

"There is no need to worry, Lord Straw!" Gulbanda said in a deep voice: "Although Pompeo made some manipulations on the seal, the seal has been initially stabilized by me. Before Elder Fonsk arrived, You no longer need to worry about the seal. Great Elder Fonsk is the master of multi-dimensional space. This time he will bring more than thirty high-level druids. At that time, we can work together to completely strengthen the seal and complete the The mission of the emperor. By then, what we need to do is to let Alexander and Pompey sleep in the dark forest forever. Huh, the Silver Holy Church has been weakening in recent years, and the entire church cannot find a few decent ones. Ice and Snow Mage. They want to compete with the City of Yunxiao in terms of magic. What a fantasy! If Rogge hadn't helped them, we would have celebrated victory long ago."

Straw echoed a few words. He knew in his heart that although Gulbanda was very arrogant, what he said was not wrong. He is just an ordinary elder in Yunxiao City, but there are actually twenty high-level druids under his command this time! With so many druids joining forces, the fragile seal was easily reinforced.

Straw knows very well that in this kind of battle between sects, the number of high-level mages and magicians is far more important than the magic power of the strongest person in the sect. In fact, due to the existence of a large number of high-level druids, the Wrath of the Sky does not have even the slightest magic power, and the City of Yunxiao will still easily overwhelm the Silver Holy Cult.

This can be seen from the gate of the sealed abyss. None of the druids led by Gulbanda can compete with the divine magician Jima, but there are so many of them that it only takes a few weeks for them all to be restored after working together to strengthen the seal.

As for the gate of the abyss that Gemma sealed with her own power, her magical attainments were indeed astonishing, but the price was that she exhausted her divine power and turned into an ordinary old woman.

Straw knew that at this time, Osedas, another great elder of the City of Clouds and Nights, had entered the dark forest in the far east, preparing to give Pompey and Alexander a surprise. In order to make this surprise shocking enough, the number of druids he leads will definitely not be less than that of Gulbanda. This does not include a large number of druid warriors who can be called experts in jungle warfare.

The Great Elder Fonsk is coming to the wasteland with several elders and a large number of druids in order to permanently restore the seal of the Gate of the Abyss. After that, he will try to solve the spatial rift in the Prime Minister's Palace leading to the Baator Abyss.

The function of the Sword of Damocles is Straw's biggest secret, but since the sword fell into the Abyss of Baator, Straw has been unable to do anything. The consequences of the demon of Baator breaking out of the space crack are definitely not what he can do. bearable. Therefore, the imperial prime minister had to ask Yunxiao City for help again.

He suddenly remembered the more than ten young generals who served under Frederick. These people all come from the City of Yunxiao, and they are all smart, capable and talented.

Looking at the bottomless door of the abyss in front of him, Straw's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

Can he really control such a powerful ally?

At this moment, a very bright light suddenly lit up in the Gate of the Abyss! Then a wave of invisible and powerful magic waves hit his face. Even Straw, who was only proficient in magic, could clearly sense the power of the magic waves!

The wasteland trembled quietly.

Straw and Gulbanda stared blankly at the bottomless crack in front of them, listening to the hoarse and weird screams that suddenly came from the gate of the abyss!

All kinds of brilliance suddenly lit up in the bottomless darkness of the Gate of the Abyss, and magic symbols surged up from the depths of the ground, and then exploded in the air into a rain of fire, trees and flowers for a whole day!

With a roar, a three-meter-long black shadow suddenly jumped out from the door of the abyss!

This is a huge beetle-like creature. It spreads out four transparent thin wings and hovers in the air. Its six compound eyes shining with dim red light constantly scan the soldiers patrolling the fortress wall. The sudden appearance of so much food made it difficult for his ferocious mind to make a decision.

"The seal collapsed!" Gulbanda suddenly shouted: "Master Straw, this is dangerous, retreat quickly!"

Ignoring etiquette, he grabbed Straw and jumped directly from the tower.

Rapid horns sounded one after another, and groups of soldiers rushed out of their barracks and rushed to the designated positions. In a small square in the fortress, druids and mages were gathering. At this moment, they were gathering much faster than before. These spellcasters all know how terrifying the creatures of the abyss are. If they delay the fight, everyone will die without a burial place.

Straw has a distinguished status and is not good at commanding battle formations. Therefore, when the war is about to start, Gulbanda must first send him to a safe area.

"Isn't the seal already solidified? Why did it suddenly collapse!" The anxious Straw shouted loudly, regardless of his own image. In this chaotic and noisy moment, he could only ensure that Gulbanda heard his words clearly by shouting.

Gulbanda looked gloomy and said: "They must have ambushed an entire group of mages behind the Gate of the Abyss! When the time comes, these mages will summon abyssal creatures from inside the Gate of the Abyss, and Destroy the seal of the Gate of the Abyss! Damn it!"

Straw's face darkened.

There is no doubt that the mages who performed this task must have been buried in the bellies of countless abyss creatures at this moment. From the beginning, this was destined to be a death mission, but Pompey and Alexander were able to find so many mages who dared to die. Their skills were indeed extraordinary, and their determination was very great. After all, any commander would have to think twice about sacrificing so many mages at once. It seemed that he had indeed underestimated them.

At this time, the screams of dying soldiers began to be heard from the direction of the fortress wall.

Straw's face became even uglier. He knew that Pompey and Alexander had already spent so much money, so this battle would definitely not be easy.

Can 50,000 Hutu warriors plus a group of Druid mages be as effective as the Poseidon Legion back then?

The answer will be revealed soon.

At this moment, the world of death is already worthy of its name, and there is often no trace of any activity within a radius of thousands of miles. Only a few surviving undead creatures were wandering around the remains of the huge magic circle left by Feng Yue.

Without a master, no energy, and no food, these dozens of undead creatures will soon lose all consciousness and turn into dust in the world of death.

The world of death is peaceful, but this is just the calm before the storm.

In the maze of time and space, Elgra's magnificent temple is like a boat, floating slowly on the river of light and energy.

This magic that can move the entire temple into the labyrinth of time and space is the most outstanding achievement of the great lichs in the world of death. And Elgra is proud enough just to be able to display it. In the memory of the Fire of Wisdom, apart from the Lich King who discovered the maze of time and space and created this magic, there are only two lichs in the past, including Elgra, who can Work this magic.

However, time in the labyrinth does not really flow independently, nor can space exist forever apart from everything. Everything here belongs to the world of death.

At this moment, the lich Elgra is performing the most proud magic in its thousand years of life. As long as this magic is successful, its status in the history of the world of death will far surpass other lichs and be on an equal footing with the great Lich King.

Yet there is no joy in its soul.

A gray flame burned in the hall. This flame may seem weak, but it contains enough power to tear apart all time and space! The flames expand and contract, occasionally swelling, and the leaping tongues of flames will lick the top of the hall that is a hundred meters high!

In front of the flames, Elgra couldn't help chanting a spell that seemed to never end. The wand exuding green flames in its hand kept drawing magic symbols in the air. Once the magic symbol is formed, it will automatically be thrown into the rising flames.

Next to the flames stood the silent Black Warrior Emperor and Bone Emperor, each with a pile of magic equipment beside them. Just from the light emanating from the surface, it can be seen that these magical equipment are rare and exquisite. They are the entire collections of kings throughout the ages. However, at this moment, the Black Warrior Emperor and the Bone Emperor would pick up a piece of magic equipment and throw it into the flames every once in a while. As soon as these equipment enter the gray flame, they will immediately emit a dazzling light, and then be instantly decomposed into pure magical energy, which is added to the flame.

The atmosphere in the hall was dull and depressing.

There was something very complicated in the eyes of the three kings looking at the flames.

The oldest king, the Fire of Wisdom, is missing from the hall.

In fact, the huge gray flame in the center of the hall is the body of the Fire of Wisdom. It's just that it has lost its consciousness and soul forever at this moment. Its body and the energy it accumulated over tens of thousands of years are now transformed into the purest flames of death.

In a few moments, all the magic power of the Death Flame will become the driving force of Elgra's magic.

If Elgra's magic succeeds, then the entire hall will break away from the maze of time and space, get rid of the shackles of the world of death, and transfer to another space as a whole.

Kings already know that the labyrinth of time and space is not safe. If Wei Na can find this place, then other powerful beings can also find this place.

Just a few days ago, Feng Yue, the most powerful king in the Death World, had completely gotten rid of the shackles of the Death World and headed to another unknown world. Fengyue's abnormal behavior immediately aroused the vigilance of the kings.

They all felt a deep sense of crisis coming from the deepest parts of their souls. This feeling comes from the memory hidden somewhere in the soul. Although the kings are powerful and wise, they still only have a partial understanding of the soul. In the past, this sense of crisis would be classified as intuition by the kings, but now, for no reason, they all know to leave the world of death immediately.

There's no reason, it just has to be.

Fortunately, Elgra has completed the most proud magic in its life, and the kings also hold a coordinate leading to other spaces. Although that space was extremely dangerous, after all, the Ninth Knight had entered that space before, giving the kings some knowledge of that world. At least the Ninth Knight Heinrich has proven that that world can accommodate kings with pure power of death. In some spatial planes, as long as the kings appear, they will be completely crushed by the energy that maintains the movement of the space.

Unfortunately, Elgra's magic is only completed in theory. Even in theory, the huge amount of magic power required by this magic is far beyond the capabilities of the kings. With Lich Elgra's current magic power, even if it were increased three to five times, it would be impossible for it to promote this magic.

In a sense, this magic has far exceeded the level that ordinary beings can touch.

This is already magic that belongs to God.

Space drift.

Its principle is very simple, and its execution is not too complicated. The only difference is that the magic power it requires is too large, that's all.

No matter how complex the magic is, no matter how harsh the conditions are, it is possible for a certain magic genius to achieve it. Only the need for magic power is real. If it cannot meet the requirements of magic power, any kind of genius will be useless.

In order to cast space drift, the fire of wisdom resolutely transformed his body into unconscious flames of death. It has accumulated tens of thousands of years of power and released it one by one, restoring it to its original form of death energy. The surviving kings put all the magic equipment they collected into the flames of death to refine it in order to increase the space drift. It's a little bit of death energy.

Only the fire of wisdom that has existed for tens of thousands of years can support the endless demand for magic power from space drift.

There was silence in the hall. In the silence, the kings silently imprinted the traces of the fire of wisdom into the memories in their souls.

Of the eight former kings of the Death World, four have now disappeared from the river of destiny forever. The rest of the kings are about to leave. If the space drift fails, the three kings will be torn apart in the storm between the planes. If the magic is successful, they will never be able to return to the world of death.

There are no history books in the world of death, all history exists in the memory of the soul. When the Fire of Wisdom exists, the world of death has tens of thousands of years of history to trace; at the moment it loses consciousness, the abandoned land has only two thousand years of history to trace.

In a few moments, the entire history of the world of death will come to an end.

...In the far east of the empire, a hundred thousand troops were only one day away from the city of Yunxiao. Alexander ordered the camp to be set up at dusk and expected to attack early tomorrow morning.

Such a huge army could not be hidden from the Druid's eyes and ears, so Alexander never considered a sneak attack. He wants to conquer the city of Yunxiao!

Even if the Fury of the Sky and his men escaped and the City of Yunxiao was destroyed, it would be an extremely heavy blow to the Druid. At least their superior image among the people of the empire will be completely destroyed, and the prestige of the goddess of nature will be reduced to freezing point.

For any religion that relies on the support of believers, the destruction of the image of an omniscient and omnipotent **** is undoubtedly a disaster that it cannot bear.

In the past few days of marching, Rogge was very impressed with Alexander's military use. Just his use of reconnaissance cavalry and the choice of marching route formation made Rogge ponder for a long time. According to Alexander's marching method, it would be difficult for the druids who were ambushing in the dark forest behind to sneak through the army and return to the City of Clouds and Nights. If you want to bypass the army, you have to go out and circle back to Yunxiao City, which means walking hundreds of miles more. In this case, at most only a few of the most powerful druids can return to the City of Yunxiao. This number is simply insignificant in front of an army of more than 100,000 people.

With the war approaching, Rogge did not dare to underestimate the enemy at all. He was a little nervous but also excited.

He vaguely felt that something would definitely happen in tomorrow's battle.

While Fatty was counting the magic scrolls for tomorrow in the tent, Froya jumped in. She held a pile of small and delicate crystal bottles in her arms, and held a beautifully made belt in her mouth. This belt glowed gray, as if there were clouds covering it.

Rogg recognized this as a belt of cloud giant power. This belt has no other attributes, except that it will greatly increase the wearer's natural strength. Of course, this attribute alone is already very powerful. Although this belt is good, it is not of much use to Rogge. What he needs most right now is equipment that can improve the ability to cast magic instantly and silently. However, this kind of magic equipment is extremely difficult to find and cannot be purchased. The best way to get them is to obtain them from other great magicians. Grab in hand. The fat man suddenly missed the sequencer robe. If this battle is won, Straw, who has lost his ally, will be left alone. Is it likely that the imperial prime minister who is aware of current affairs will donate this robe?

Pounce!

The little goblin loosened his mouth and dropped the belt in front of Rogge: "Damn fat man, I can't find any other belt, so I have to give you an advantage. I have modified this belt, and now it can hold eight small bottles of magic potion. . What! You choose from these potions and see which ones you need!"

Among these potions were three small bottles of elven water that could restore a small amount of magic power, and Rogge picked them up without hesitation. On the battlefield, this little extra magic power may be able to save one's life. Next, he took two bottles of magic wall that can temporarily increase magic resistance and two bottles of potions that can bring powerful stone skin effects.

At the end of the selection, he picked up a crystal bottle doubtfully. The crystal bottle was dark red, almost black, and exuded strong magic fluctuations. This kind of fluctuation makes people very uncomfortable, but Rogge feels a little familiar.

"What is this?"

"This...um...let's call it the Blood of the Big Bad!" Froya had obviously just named this potion, "This is not for drinking, you have to use magic to activate it. A range of ten meters will be filled with black mist. This mist not only contains poison, but also has a variety of curse effects taking turns!"

Roger is very interested, this is definitely a rare weapon in group battles! He immediately carefully inserted the crystal bottle into his belt and asked: "What kind of material is such a good thing made of? Is it still available?"

"Didn't I say, it's made with the blood of the big bad guy! To be honest, it's your blood! Only one bottle can be made from a big bucket, so of course the effect is good!" The little goblin said with a pair of green eyes. Laughing endlessly.

Rogg then remembered the bucket of blood that Seraphi had taken, and looked at the bottle of potion again, and was speechless for a moment.

Froya ran out and brought in a dusty breastplate, throwing it in front of Rogge: "I don't have any use for this, so I'd better give it back to you! You are always on the rampage. I need it more!"

The fat man took a look and saw that it was the silver dragon breastplate!

Without saying a word, he picked up Froya and put the silver dragon breastplate on her. He was so powerful that Froya had no way to resist. Even though she struggled desperately and even scratched and bit her, she could not stop Rogge from putting the silver dragon breastplate on her body.

"No!" She still tried to struggle: "If you put it on, I won't be able to use a lot of magic!"

Rogg frowned and forcibly fastened the silver dragon breastplate, and then said: "I don't need your magic, just stay alive for me! Just use scrolls for high-level magic!"

"Don't I know how many scrolls you have in your hand? You have used them all this time, do you still have money to buy them?"

Rogge carried her out like a little chicken and said: "It's not easy for me to make money sitting in this position? In short, if you dare not wear it tomorrow, you can give it to me in the military camp." Stay there and don’t go to the battlefield!"

The little goblin gave up struggling, leaned lazily on Rogge, and said with a smile: "Why are you so nice to me? Are you trying to seduce me?"

The fat man pinched her soft cheek and said with a smile: "Forget it!"

She snorted and cursed softly: "Not sincere! Can you act like a magician tomorrow and stop rushing to the front?"

The fat man laughed and said: "Don't worry! There are so many people like Alexander, how can I rush forward?"

A breeze blew by~IndoMTL.com~Xius suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

The old man coughed, but both the fat man and the little elf were very thick-skinned. The two of them were stuck together, with no intention of separating.

Xius looked anxious and could only say: "Master God! I have something urgent and I have to leave immediately. Take care of yourself for tomorrow's battle!"

Rogg lost his voice: "What? You actually want to leave at this time?"

Xius sighed and said, "I have no choice."

Roger frowned and said, "Can't you wait even a few days?"

Before Rogge could answer, Hughes' figure had disappeared, and only his old voice was left in the tent: "I absolutely can't wait! I have to leave now, otherwise it will be too late! Anyway, Lord Alexander can't even reach Moonlight Dragon City. If you are confident that you can win it, the City of Yunxiao will be no problem. Just hide behind it! You are the envoy of God, and the envoy of God cannot die."

"Damn it, what if I die in battle tomorrow?" the fat man said angrily.

Froya smiled softly and said: "Doesn't that mean that you, the divine envoy, are fake!"