"Crackle, crackle."

A dim flame burns above the earth.

A huge flame lizard crawled on the ground that had long been charred, absorbing the flames along its way, and the scorching temperature quickly decreased.

The flame lizard was more than twenty meters long, even for an average dragon, but the giant beast that was supposed to be burning with flames was different from its own counterparts in the fire elemental realm or living in the volcano, this flame lizard was covered in a black charcoal-like carapace, covered with cracks that occasionally revealed a dark red light, as if lava was flowing slowly underneath it.

If a normal flame lizard is a 'burning flame', then this flame lizard is 'ashes that have long since been extinguished'.

It's like this world.

The blood-red sky, shrouded in black dust clouds, and the lava lakes dotted across the land brought the last light to the dark world, and above the cracked earth of the end was a monstrous fortress of bones and black iron, surrounded by countless terrifying monsters with wings and covered in black carapaces, surrounded by rivers of red lava.

The sixth layer of the abyss, the molten sea of hell, the fortress of the Valley of Tears.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

In the deepest part of the fortress, a group of tall, sturdy golems carrying a cage walked silently through the dark passages, but the heavy footsteps still shook the corridors forged in black iron, these golems were forged from bones and lava, and the flowing flames drove the remains of the strong after their death, giving them more power than those in front of them.

The prestige of the [Helldissolving Demon Guard] spread throughout the first seven hundred layers of the abyss, these evil creations made from the bones of powerful people from all walks of life were far more loyal and powerful than the chaotic demons, and they generally possessed great demon-level strength, and some were even comparable to the weaker demon lords.

But no matter how powerful the Helldissolving Demon Guards are, all beings know that it is their masters who are even more powerful.

"Bang dang!"

The silent guards stepped into a hall in the deepest part of the fortress, where the ground made of black iron glowed with a dim red light that was close to melting, and the black hot steam erupted from the cracks in the ground, releasing a high-heat poisonous smoke that was enough to kill flesh and blood.

Kneeling respectfully on one knee in front of the center of the soot-covered hall, and then getting up to leave, the Hellmelters left the hall, and as they left, the layers of inscriptions on the huge cage were rapidly lifted.

With a soft click, the cage opened, and a five-meter-tall two-horned one-eyed demon rolled out of it and knelt on the ground.

The demon had a human-like body, but with bat-like wings and thick limbs, and it was covered in a hard black carapace, and its purple eyes shone with a strange light, but now, the purple eyes were not scheming schemes, but the purest form of fear.

The Extreme Intention Rank Great Demon, [Mind Eater Laldanas] struggled to its feet, it knelt respectfully, and threw itself at the center of the hall shrouded in darkness and smoke, at this time it would rather be imprisoned in the cage where countless torture spells were cast, than face the gaze of the person in front of it.

"Raldanas."

The dark hall gradually brightened with a low voice from far away, and the sonorous tone like a symphony of steel made the entire fortress tremble slightly, and an incomparably powerful will swept through, and suddenly, the smoke and steam swept away, and all the demons in a radius of thousands of kilometers felt a palpitation, and fear overwhelmed their chaotic instincts, making these monsters all bow their heads and remain motionless.

The black iron floor that was close to melting completely turned into boiling molten iron, and a golden-red light flickered in the hall, and in the next moment, a huge burning eye that seemed to be made of lava slowly rose from the molten iron, and the heat of thousands of degrees not only could not damage it, but became the power of this eye, and the vicious and cruel aura spread around it, causing the power of all things to descend.

And the archdemon confronted this oppressive master, and Raldanas's one-eyed was closed, and it did not dare to look directly at the being in front of it, even if it was only a part of it.

"Your mission has failed."

The flaming one-eyed did not look at the trembling archdemon, its gaze seemed to penetrate the void, looking at the existence on the other side of the distant world, but as if the voice from the bottomless abyss echoed in the hall: "Your doppelganger did not succeed in descending on the Mycrof continent, and I lost the opportunity to explore that world. ”

"My King's ......"

Hearing the other party's emotionless narration, Raldanas's body trembled violently - demons should be fearless and full of killing and destruction, but mind eaters are different, they have wisdom far beyond ordinary demons, and naturally they also have fear brought by wisdom, it panicked and wanted to explain, but another figure came to its mind.

It was the figure of a black-haired warrior, his body wrapped in a red fighting aura and flames, and a terrible wail condensed by countless echoes came from the black soul abyss, it was the human who destroyed its ritual, slashed its clone, and made its mission fail.

The flaming One-Eye, who had no intention of giving Raldanas a chance to explain, stared into the void, its gaze through the fortress of black iron and bone, through the black clouds of soot and poison, through the blood-red sky and the broken sun and moon, and Goliath, Lord of the Valley of Tears, King of Molten Hellfire and Gluttonous Goliath, watched the void with his doppelganger, and watched the world it had been watching for thousands of years.

"The world of McCrove has returned to order, the breath of death and destruction has receded, and the world has been silent for more than a thousand years, but now it can find its flames and come back to life."

A deep, loud voice muttered to itself, "Your failures, and the blind movements of your worshippers, have deprived me of most of my eyeliners, and I can't even observe, I can't even see how the humans have brought their world back to life from the death of eternal sleep. ”

"Originally, it was estimated that I would only need to wait another twenty years for me to break through the barriers of the dying world and use war and death to integrate this world into our abyss, but now it is not possible, the sound world is suppressing our group of fireless ashes, and it will take longer to prepare."

"My king!"

Hearing this, Raldanas immediately understood the purpose of his captivity and sent here, and he struggled and shouted like a drowning man who had grasped the last straw: "I am willing to make amends for my mistakes, I am willing to go to the world of McCrove to find out the situation!" ”

"The group of people who claim to be our allies have all betrayed, and they have long since stopped providing information, but my believers are still lurking in the deep mountains of the West Mountain, and I still have the last clone that has not been used!"

Fearful, this great demon who takes pleasure in demagogic and devouring despair is frantically squeezing every bit of use in his body at this time, and the burning eye moves slightly, it interrupts Raldanas's words: "It's normal for those people to betray us, their world is burning again, and naturally we are no longer needed. ”

"I will definitely make them pay the heaviest ......" "No."

The doppelganger of the Demon King interrupted the words of the Great Demon again, and there was a strange emotion in its voice, which seemed to be curiosity, seemed to be greed, and seemed to be an emotion that could never have been seen in the demon.

That's the smell of hope.

"Raldanas, leader of the Mind Eater, one of the wisest demons." In a tone that suppressed joy and jealousy, longing and greed, it gave orders to its subordinates word by word that must not be disobeyed.

"I want you to go to the world of Mycrove 'personally' and find out the truth about their restoration of the 'flames'."

And the Great Demon, who finally felt that the killing intent that had been hanging over his head had disappeared, responded with the most decisive and resolute attitude.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

……

A long time has passed.

The One-Eyed Archdemon had long since left the fortress and headed to its lair for a ritual trip to another world.

In the deepest part of the Valley of Tears Fortress, the molten iron has gradually solidified, returning to the appearance of a red-hot piece of iron.

Black flames burned in the center of the hall, the Burning Eye gradually dissipated after a long silence, and an incomparably complex 'Engraved Rune' swirled around the place where it had stood, and an incomparably powerful aura spread from the rune from the Demon King, enveloping the entire fortress.

The flame will be extinguished one day.

The ashes will one day lose their residual warmth.

But, even so, even the ashes that have been bred in the world that have long since died longed for the day when they can burn.

At the same time, the Macrocontinent of Mycrof, the Northland Ural Plain.

In mid-air, the man standing on top of the black giant dragon's head looked up at the sky thoughtfully, the incomparably bright golden sun released a warm heat even in the sub-zero cold, but his gaze was not affected by this dazzling light, looking directly into the void at the end of the world.

But the look was fruitless, and the man, who had found nothing, shook his head, and then looked down at the earth again under the puzzled gaze of the Shenji siblings behind him.

At his feet, there was an 'ocean' of shimmering silver light, the silver mist shrouded the lake, reflecting the light of the sun, and the waves of light changed endlessly with the change of the mist, as if it was difficult to predict and measure as if the mind was thinking, and at the edge of this ocean, there were scattered more than a dozen teams of men and horses to organize the array, ready for everything.

The slave god of the mother earth god, the god of [the god of rivers and rivers], the mist of misfortune, is not an evil god, he will not be too harsh even if he is in the trial, and he can save himself if he fails, which is the best thing to be the target of the trial.

Thinking of this, on top of the dragon's head, the warrior simply gave the order.

"Let's go!"

The majestic voice resounded throughout the plain, and countless wandering demonic beasts and monsters all shrank their heads and ran towards their lair in fear, while below him, the various teams that had already been prepared all stepped forward at the same time, walking towards the sea of silver mist that shrouded a radius of thousands of meters.

And so, the trial began.