The time in the secret realm passed peacefully, and the snow owl recovered extremely quickly in it. When Raphael was repairing the secret space, he was not idle, and carried out integration actions with those natives of the secret realm.

As the true master of the secret realm, wherever the snow owl passed, those secret creatures all bowed down and completely promoted Raphael's plan. And as the energy of the secret realm becomes more and more abundant, the creatures of the secret realm change almost every day.

After the suppression, there must be a burst, and they have been suppressed by the will of the secret realm for countless years. When that sturdy chain is broken, the ascension and harvest is undoubtedly sweet.

The snow owl directly followed what Raphael did in the Balchik plane, and erected a statue of Raphael directly in the center of this plane. It's just that this secret will doesn't have the effect of the plane proof of the Balchik plane, allowing him to enter the inheritance into it. However, he has his own methods, the more firmly believed in the secret realm creatures, the more secret realm power can be obtained.

And this is undoubtedly more important to these secret realm creatures than the so-called inheritance, they were born from the secret realm, the inheritance has long been imprinted in their minds, as long as the power is in place, these shackles will be broken little by little.

So, for them. More power of the secret realm means all-round improvement. Although they have an instinctive reverence for the snow owl, since the other party has asked them to believe in Raphael, they will naturally not be disobedient. This directly poured out the power of Raphael's faith.

"I don't know if the remaining time is enough to truly reach the power of the gods, and the risk of forcibly sealing the gods is still too great. If you are not careful, you can only become a demigod, and you are really blind to this inheritance. Raphael looked up at the lilac sky of the secret realm, thinking to himself.

Sometimes, it's not people chasing time, it's time chasing people.

"Huh~ There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain." As he spoke, he made one last stroke, and a magic circle suddenly lit up in the wilderness, turning into a strange character. The character is like a living thing, like a flame swaying in the wind.

The next moment, the creatures in the entire secret realm looked at it one after another, because a very powerful suction force was generated here, and the power of the surrounding secret realm was all emptied and included in the next instant.

The character soars into the sky and crashes into the idol made by the snow owl.

A wave of vicissitudes was revealed from it, and it seemed that this statue of the god had stood proudly here since ancient times. Let these secret creatures bow down to the idol in reverence.

The idol seemed to respond to the prayers of the people, and the light poured into them, large and small. At the same time, the secret realm was quietly changing, and the place that had been broken by the laws of space before made up for it autonomously, and at the same time, a faint film of light and shadow spread out on the outer layer of the secret realm, making it look a little dreamlike.

This is what Raphael has been working on for the rest of his time, transforming this space into a space dominated by his own volitional form. It's the same space as those changelings, so it goes. Unless they so choose, other Dimensional Travelers will not be able to locate and notice this secret realm.

Raphael originally planned to practice in the Balchik plane, but he never thought that there would be such an excellent training place. At the same time, Raphael modified the itinerary of the Secret Realm, allowing it to move closer to the Balchik plane.

Gemini, which is an honorific title for the owner of the two-dimensional plane. There is another implication in this, that is, if the two planes can be brought closer to each other, they can produce a mutually beneficial and mutually elevating promotion effect.

This is what Raphael read from the biographies of the bigwigs, after all, there are very few people who can control both planes. There is only an enviable share of leakage, and there is nothing to lose.

"This is the end of the matter, and it's time to return to Bartholomew. The battle between Dybala Ottore and the orcs and the undead should have paid off as well. He stretched and summoned the snow owl back through his spirit. Cut through a plane passage and enter it.

"Your Highness, welcome back." As soon as I got out of the plane passage, I saw Van Persie standing in front of the cliff and a kind of personal guard.

"Nothing is going to happen again, is it?" Raphael felt that he was already a little nervous, couldn't this trouble stop for a moment? Could it be that not only the goddess of luck Tymora favors her, but also the goddess of bad luck, Bensaba, also looks at her very well?

"No, the whole territory is working smoothly under the integration of Lord Iyeft Abraham. And during this time, the adults re-selected the Bauhinia Guards and trained them personally, using the original training of 'Gordos' to them. ”

Van Persie shook his head. And with a little interest, 'Goldos' in the Werner language means the elite of the elite, the hero of the heroes.

There are very few people who can get this glory, but once someone gets it, the level of that floating island will be raised. This illustrates the difficulty of this thing, and the appearance of a person can raise the level of a floating island. If this had been easy, Abraham's royal family would have gone bankrupt long ago.

"It seems that Ievt is really dissatisfied with these people under my command, and has moved them all out. It seems that there are people who can stand it, has anyone persevered? Raphael shook his head lightly, these members of his own guard are afraid that these days can not be described in dire straits.

To put it more appropriately, life is better than death, and it may be able to encompass one or two. He had heard and seen them at the time, and Raphael had gossiped with them sometimes.

"If you were given a chance to choose, would you re-test 'Gordos'?"

The answer, without exception, is absolutely not. When they said this, there was an indescribable fear and inexplicable fear on their faces. Perhaps, in their opinion, the original choice is the water in the brain. This test is gradual, and at the beginning it is still acceptable to ordinary people, but later it is becoming more and more perverted.

So I couldn't help but be happy to hear that Iyeft Abraham actually put this set on those members of the guard. If it does, it's a great thing.

"Let's go, let's go back to the territory first."

……

In the study, Raphael picked up a battle report and read it. It is about the frontline of Dybala Ottore, whose eyes have spread throughout the major cities with the expansion of the Chamber of Commerce, and he transmits information to himself every day. Although it can't be passed on, it's a good thing to be able to not open your eyes blind.

"I see......"

Raphael followed this information and imagined in his mind what had happened to Dybala Ottore at that time.

……

That day, after Raphael left. Dybala Ottore led his elite Red Guards from Blomerta to Blackrock City, the closest major city to the Kariz Rift.

Blackstone is home to an ore body called Dark Crystal Stone, which is a necessity in the production of many Imperial armors. Because this thing can greatly enhance the armor's defense, and there are more than a dozen large ore veins around Blackstone City. Even at the height of the royal family, Ottore did not let up on this place at all.

"Your Majesty!" The soldiers in Blackstone had already learned that Dybala Ottore was coming, and had already lined up in a phalanx waiting to be reviewed.

A series of 'clangs' of armor colliding with each other resounded in the square, and these were the elite soldiers of the Ottore royal family for many years. In the army, they are all non-commissioned officer ranks, and each has the strength of the fourth order. The pale yellow mane helmets on the heads of more than 10,000 people looked spectacular under the reflection of the sun.

More than 10,000 people, which doesn't sound like a lot, but when you actually see this kind of image, you will be shocked. In fact, it is very difficult to have a war with millions of people, and it is enough to find such a battlefield. If the number of people in a war can be measured in terms of 100,000, then it is already a war of great scale.

"I don't want to say anything superfluous, the orcs treat us as if the Ottore Empire is nothing, can we tolerate their unscrupulousness?" Dybala Ottore's sonorous voice rang out in the square.

"Can't!" He was greeted with a roar that shook the sky.

"Good, today. The orcs will pay the price for their stupidity, and I'm going to make the Kalizi Rift a nightmare for the orcs! Dybala Ottore took the flag handed over by the Red Guards, and with a 'snap', the flag spread in the wind, and the lion flag belonging to the royal family of Ottore fluttered in the wind.

The male lion looked so powerful in the wind, and his eyes looked into the distance, so noble and inviolable.

"Let's go!" Dybala Ottore got on his horse and moved slowly through the passage where the soldiers had separated, and the lion flag was held by him, making it feel like they would be invincible as long as the flag was there.

However, this time it was not only the Ottore royal family who went to the Kariz Rift, those nobles who came with the orcs drove them out one after another.

Although they are intrigued on weekdays, everyone understands one truth, that is, cold lips and teeth!

If Dybala Ottore loses this battle, it will not be the majesty of the Ottore royal family that will be lost, but their lives.

Moreover, Ottore XII drove the expedition himself, and these people did not say anything about it, so they couldn't say anything. Everyone looked at the young emperor, the prince who had once made people fearful.

At this moment, they have no fear, only hope.

Everyone sincerely hoped that the emperor would return victorious, and infighting was one thing. But in the time of foreign invasion, the unity of the Terrans was also unmatched by other races. It is precisely because of this that the weak race of the human race can continue to stand under the erosion of historical trends and not be eliminated.

"These nobles did something practical this time. I thought they would continue to cower back and tremble like rats. "Bradley, the Shield Sword Ghost, is obviously very uninterested in these nobles, and there is a strong smell of mockery in his words, which has something to do with the process of his upbringing.

"Although these nobles are not good, they can still make some right choices at critical times." When Dybala Ottore heard this, his face was as usual, and he was not displeased by his disparagement. On the contrary, he wished that Bradley, the Shield Swordsman, hated these nobles even more, because this would naturally make him more loyal to the Ottore royal family.

"Myron, what do you think about this fight?" Dybala Ottore set his sights on Myron Kellogg, a cunning fox he had specially drawn from elsewhere, and he still valued this skilled strategist. In many of his own battles, it was because of his strategy that the final word was decided.

"Although I did not participate in the battle of the Dolodo Fortress last time, I heard it from the words of His Majesty. This time the orcs attacked more than just a small fight. Perhaps all four of their tribes were involved in this campaign. The only good news now is that the undead monarch named Bone King Black Roozer is not continuing to dabble in this battle. Myron Kellogg analyzed the situation between friend and foe for a moment, and then went on to speak.

"If this battle is to be fought, it must be fast and treacherous." Myron Kellogg pulled out a map from the bamboo tube at his side and spoke loudly.

"Tell me, you always come up with something interesting." Dybala Ottore looked at the old strategist's smile and knew that the other party had a case. After all, he has been by his side for more than ten years, and he knows some of the habits of this old fox well.

"The Kariz Rift, we know only about the dangers of this place. The orcs must not dare to march fast, they will be afraid that we will send archers and magicians to ambush them in some dangerous places. And this gives us a lot of time to prepare. You know, even if you are a guide who is familiar with the path inside, it will take you half a month to get through this place. Myron Kellogg slid his withered hand down the trail, his confident words so magnetic that one couldn't help but take them in.

"But these orcs don't know the stakes, and if they suffer losses, they will inevitably be slower. Then we're going to have to go fast and slow, and the arrangers and magicians can be placed in these places. "Apparently, the old fox had already figured out the situation in the Karlichy Rift beforehand, and was a little at a few places.

"So let's talk about your tricks, you always like to put important things behind." Dybala Ottore likes Myron Kellogg's confidence, which makes him feel like victory is already beckoning him.

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