The mighty River Styx shuttles through the dark and chaotic void world, and on the chaotic sea, a big ship rides the wind and waves, slowly moving forward.

In front of the terminus of the road was a huge portal woven by black and red clouds, which looked like a hideous and angular devil's face, and opened its mouth to let out a purgatory-like thunderous laugh.

In its mouth is a bottomless dark tunnel, and this tunnel is one of the entrances to the abyss!

On the 'Wandering Angel', the night bowed down in front of the test bench, with nearly 100 non-repeating precision props placed at both hands, and hundreds of large and small glass jars were placed around the room.

Inside the jar were the limbs of various creatures, soaked in a withered yellow potion.

On the test bench lies a humanoid body.

This is the corpse of Kaman Hunting Soul, which has been transformed into a mythical puppet after being infused with the divinity of the night, and although it was damaged most of it during the battle with the wolf god incarnation, it still has considerable research value.

Using this black orc corpse as a carrier, Cangye once again wants to develop the Plague God Type II on the basis of the foundation, and the basic template of the black orcs will be used for the mass production and development of elite troops, and the mass production method is also to spread in the form of a virus.

At this moment, the ship's spirit let out a silent cry to the night—

Then, the hull of the ship shook, as if it had encountered a rough sea, and almost overturned the ship.

Nightshade walked out of the room and was greeted by an undead sailor bound to a black sail.

Each sailor is a soul drawn from the body of the black orc, and the transformation is transformed into the majestic appearance of the black orc, and there are a total of 197 people, all of whom are the best in the legion.

Pulling up the cables and putting the sails away, the ship's spirit steered the steering wheel to cope with the effects of the turbulent currents.

Styx has never been so furious, except after entering the abyss.

It was a land of sin, where countless sinful souls were drowning in the waters of the River Styx, wailing and struggling, and the rich resentment turned into toxins that deeply intertwined with the River Styx, stirring the silent waters of death.

They are beings from all major planes, who have fallen to the lowest abyss because there is no salvation from God, and should have been taken away by death, but some souls themselves are hopelessly existent, so they are abandoned by death and left to fend for themselves, or they are tragic people who are lucky enough to escape the shackles of death but unfortunately fall into the river of the abyss, or they may be good souls who have strayed into the river of Styx......

All kinds of possible souls take turns to interpret sad fates, because of sorrow, they have long been polluted by sin, they have become manic, they have become paranoid, they have become ugly and vicious......

Dead souls look forward to the overturning of passing ships in the River Styx, and the creatures on board will become as ugly as themselves, and this is their malevolent expectation.

The night leaned down to look under the ship, and saw some ugly souls crawling with rotting blood-red seaweed lying under the hull, letting out a frightening and crazy laugh, as if cheerful as if sad.

What a wicked soul!

A light sigh came out of Cangye's mouth, and the superbrain parsed the dense data from this group of souls, and rearranged it to form a model that was somewhat distorted to the extreme.

Parts of these souls have been assimilated into the same elements as Styx, imbued with the breath of death, but also with the elements of the abyss, deadly than any toxin.

The River Styx is the poison of life, and death is an innate poison rooted in any life, and no species can escape death;

The abyss is the poison of the soul, mixed with all kinds of evil and negative energy, and any species that is contaminated with the abyss will not escape the fate of being polluted, when goodness is infected with tyranny, but innocence is defiled, when integrity is questioned, when courage tends to be distorted...... The soul has gone out of control.

These are two of nature's most terrible toxins, and they are the ones that no life can get rid of.

A new idea popped into Night's mind, and he immediately issued a command for the ship spirit to capture a few of the evil spirits in its Styx for itself.

The ship's spirit roared, and the ropes flew up under the manipulation of inexplicable force, wrapping around the sailors' waists.

The stout sailors took their forks in both hands, took their short knives in their mouths, and then jumped off the deck and walked down the hull.

When the sea landed, a battle broke out.

Even if it is death, the iron blood of the black orcs has been deeply imprinted on the soul, and the evil souls are difficult to resist, and they are pierced by forks one after another, and are carried to the deck by sailors like roast suckling pigs.

But there are also sailors who have been dragged into the River Styx, and in the blink of an eye, they have been infected with the same evil.

Within a few hours, the two cabins of the Wandering Angel were filled with ghasts, and Nightnight was able to carry out his conjectures.

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Walking along the dark and winding river Styx, crushing the harassment of the ghasts in the water, finally the dark and oppressive scenery slowly faded, as if the angels entered the wider space on the other side.

It's also an astral landscape, but Chaos is also isolated by a dark and dark red curtain of light, and only the River Styx can access it.

Looking deeper, it was a vast, endless maelstrom of darkness, with red light flickering at the edges, as thick as blood, and in some areas flashing black-purple like blood coagulation, a causative green like corrosive poison, the pale of death, and the blue frost of frozen souls.

The whirlpool swirled slowly, and the spiral arms at the edge were made up of countless gravel stones, as if it were an incredibly large beast, opening its huge mouth and slowly waiting for the prey to come to the door automatically.

The whirlpool is the essence of the abyss, and just from the outside, it makes people feel a sense of fear from the heart, and I don't know what other terrifying scenes are in the inner plane.

The light here is blood-colored, because the light curtain blocks the natural light, and when it penetrates and projects into the abyss, the dim and viscous blood-colored light has become the norm.

Facing the blood light, the 'Wandering Angel' was the first to enter the outer space of the abyss, the realm of evil.

The outer layer of the abyss is a vortex arm made of countless rubble, each of which is a floating weightless land on which monsters may or may not live.

This is the territory of the demons, who are the hostile greeters of the Abyss, and any visitor who wishes to go to the Abyss will receive a 'cordial greeting' from the demons.

Along the River Styx, Night, although preoccupied with the experiment, was able to detect a few pairs of greedy eyes outside the boat.

The deeper you go, the more such eyes there are, the demons lurking in the darkness covet this ship laden with food, but they are cunning and vigilant and they are not manipulated by impulses, and any visitor to the abyss is not weak.

But soon, when the number of demons reaches a certain level, greed will also multiply.

The demons have faith due to the increase in their kind, but also suspicion due to the number of their kind, and their pent-up greed begins to turn into restlessness.

Finally, when the Wandering Angel docked in a wriggling harbor, the demons screamed and attacked.