Chapter 723: Plane Migration (Page 1/1)

Seeing himself schemed, the passage destroyed, and the entrance to the forgotten realm departing from his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, the humiliation was enough to make Azazel unforgettable for the rest of his life.

"Shame! This is the most humble provocation to the giants of the abyss! ”

The long-lost anger filled his chest again, and the eighteen wings behind the Lord of Despair opened together, and the dark light swept across the sky, and in an instant, a drop of ink immediately appeared in the astral boundary, and the six true gods were trapped in this ink-colored space at the same time.

The four evil gods who had been struggling to support were swept away by the Lord of Despair in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, the Lord of Despair had already stretched out a big hand and grabbed it directly at the God of Time.

With his transcendent perception, the Lord of Despair was keenly aware of the unusually uncommon tacit understanding between the god of time and the god of rest, and Azarzel already had the answer in his heart.

"Humble gods, annoying the abyss is only hastening your destruction! ……”

"You are bound to pay for your stupidity!"

In the utter darkness of the space, the Lord of Despair slowly sang a wonderful ballad in an empty divine voice, lamenting death, pity foolishness, and extolling evil and destruction, and with the last syllable, the eternal nothingness had descended.

Divine Kingdom: Dark Void!

In the realm of the gods simulated by the Lord of Despair, the power of the gods was weakened to less than thirty percent almost immediately, and there were dark forces that continued to penetrate into their bodies and souls at all times.

The connection with the forgotten realm was cut off in an instant, the god of time did not panic, under the unreserved transmission of divine power of the god of rest, before the [Dark Void] was completely formed, the god of time swung his scythe and slashed in the gap with a sharp edge.

With a bang, countless fragments floated like snowflakes, and the god of time also took advantage of this opportunity to build a connection with the kingdom of God, and through this transit, formed a wonderful but consolidated iron triangle with the forgotten realm.

In the outside world, the Night Body saw an unimaginably large black giant shadow standing tall in the astral boundary, stepping on the ether, holding a black ball in his hand, and the [Dark Void] that imprisoned the six true gods was transformed into a sphere, and was fiercely pinched in the palm of the Lord of Despair, unwilling to let go for a moment.

Eighteen wings swayed slightly in the astral plane, and the amplitude of the swing alone was enough to blow away the meteorites or asteroids that were trying to attack, and if you mustered up the strength of your whole body, even if you roll the volume of the plane, change the trajectory at will, etc., you can easily do things.

The Lord of Despair pinched the black ball in one hand and chased the lost golden divine light with the other, the dark claws trying to grasp the amber light.

That light is the plane of the Forgotten Realms that has been cut off.

Although only the connection was severed, the location of the coordinates was still clearly etched in Azazel's memory.

"Don't think you can run away from me!"

Azazel let out a hoarse and low laugh, like a combination of a sheep's cry and a dragon's roar, far beyond the effect of divine power transmission, and in an instant, it could blow bursts of transparent sound waves and transmit them to all corners of the astral plane.

……

The entrance to the path of fire, the Night itself, has come here.

At this time, on this crippled battlefield, the naked eye of the night looked directly at the sky.

At the end of the path of flames outlined by the circle of fiery red halos, a wave of extremely depressing darkness was rapidly coming, accompanied by invisible sound waves directly penetrating into the plane, making people depressed to despair, and even the extremely rational Cangye felt a sense of guilt that dared to commit suicide rose in his heart.

The crisis was in hot pursuit, and all the believers of the Night Commander, within the kingdom of God, based on divine power, dragged the entire plane back and forth with the golden divine chain forged, not only dodging the grasp of the dark claws.

The divine power is consumed sharply, and after a few hourglass times, there will be no drop of divine power left, and it will be completely depleted.

And at that time, Cangye and the others will face real despair.

Seeing the devil's claws approaching day by day, the night is like the helmsman of a cruise ship sailing on the sea in a storm, manipulating the steering wheel and struggling in the storm.

There was an ocean all around, but fortunately, the map in the helm's mind was not easily erased.

Soon, the night swung the golden chain and tossed the Forgotten Realm Plane to the 'Plane Burial Ground'.

The Plane Burial Ground, the concept is easy to understand, is the most distributed garbage dump in the multiverse, and countless damaged, end-of-life planes will eventually fall into the burial ground, and after millions of years of refining, a new plane will be reborn.

However, the Plane Burial Ground has an unimaginable attraction to the plane like a magnetic field, and whether it is damaged or not, any plane that steps into the protective barrier of the Dimensional Burial Ground will inevitably be manipulated by that force and quickly fall into the garbage dump.

The Plane Burial Ground is too dangerous for even the Lord of Despair to get involved in, so it's a great way for Nightnight to get rid of a powerful enemy.

Avoiding wolves by entering the tiger's den is a very risky way of itself.

……

Within the Kingdom of God, the divine power burned faster, and the speed at which the golden divine chain swung faster and faster, and even the forgotten kingdom swept across the universe like a meteor.

But the only drawback is that there are always people chasing after this meteor.

The claws of despair approached quickly, and finally, Nighty entered the 'Path of Fire' with a black knife in hand, and at the same time, the Forgotten Realm had also arrived at the 'Dimensional Burial Ground'.

It was a whirlpool suspended in the Aetheric Sea, the gray-red edges swirling slowly, and the interior was filled with an unprecedented and terrifying suction, with a natural irresistible allure to the plane.

Seeing that the soon-to-be-forgotten realm was about to be dragged into the burial ground, the Lord of Despair instantly understood the opportunity of the night, and let out a roar of rage:

"Don't think!"

The Dark Claw lunged forward again, and landed directly on the 'Path of Fire'.

However, in an instant, the night simulated the divine foundation of Ganotolia, and the indescribable power of chaos wrapped around the black knife of 'despair', and slashed out horizontally.

In the next second, the entire path of flames collapsed and shattered, and the dark claws had nowhere to grasp but to let go.

Immediately, the moment the plane fell into the burial ground, a terrifying baptism of dark clouds came from below, absorbing the entire plane and falling downward.

The powerful magnetic force instantly washed away the coordinates of the Forgotten Realm, and in this way, the plane was truly freed from the Lord of Despair and the Underworld Alliance.

But at this time, Cangye has a new problem, and that is to escape from the plane burial ground!

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