Under the gaze of the Dark Frost Giant Lord, the vortex of the Gate of the Abyss rippled like a horizontal plane, and a large number of demons flew out. In just an instant, tens of thousands of demons poured out.
During this period, there was also a cavity demon more than 100 meters in size, carrying land demons and shuttling through.
As time passed, soon, tens of millions of demon armies of all kinds gathered above the Gate of the Abyss, including dark creatures such as night elves, orcs, gnolls, vampires, and werewolves.
In the Abyss—especially in the larger abyss cities—there are not only demons but also a large number of creatures of other races.
These creatures are generally dark creatures.
And the source?
There are two main ones.
One is the material plane sunk by the Abyss Lord. The sunk material plane is integrated into the Abyss plane. The creatures in the material plane naturally enter the Abyss plane. Good creatures often cannot survive in the Abyss; on the contrary, dark creatures are at home in the Abyss plane.
The others are sold slaves.
The Dark Frost Giant Lord Thorn was suspended high in the sky, looking at the overwhelming demon army in front of him. He nodded with satisfaction, grinned ferociously, and said:
"Go and harvest the souls of the creatures on this continent! Go and destroy! Go and kill!!"
"Ho ho ho!"
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!!"
The demons made a frenzied sound that would make ordinary creatures dizzy, then dispersed with a buzz like a swarm of locusts.
Thorn expressed his satisfaction at this scene, and at the same time, a cold look flashed across his eyes.
"Alexirela, you can escape, but you can't escape from this material plane!"
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Main continent, central region.
As the battle between the Crimson Mother and the Dark Frost Giant Lord began, the monster army in the Crimson Nest began to retreat, and the Pancontinental Race Alliance Army also began to disband.
Before the outcome of the battle between the Crimson Mother and the Dark Frost Giant Lord comes out, the underlying war is completely meaningless.
"The fighting in the North Sea has disappeared."
Soon, the legendary powerhouses who had been paying attention to this battle keenly discovered this problem.
Due to the significant impact of the battle between the two powerful entities, they were only able to observe from a distance because of the surrounding destruction. However, they could not closely monitor the details of the battle.
"Who won?!"
The legendary strongmen were a little uneasy and extremely anxious.
At this moment, compared to the victory of the Dark Frost Giant Lord from the Abyss, they undoubtedly hoped that the Crimson Mother would win this battle. Of course, it would be best if both parties lost.
The senior leaders of various races on the main continent were waiting and had activated the intelligence functions of various regions at full power in an attempt to find traces of the Crimson Mother and the Dark Frost Giant Lord.
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On the east side of the continent, near the edge of the Central Territory, after a long period of land reclamation from generation to generation, the ancient poisonous miasma forest had been cleared out of an area of millions of square kilometers. In this area, several small human kingdoms were located, and thousands upon thousands of human beings lived there.
One of the most fringe cities on the border of a human principality was 'Kasai City'.
A group of soldiers guarding the city wall looked at the sky in the distance in a daze, with some boredom. From time to time, they drank a sip of wine, their eyes slightly blurred.
"When will this day come to an end? I guard this broken city gate every day. It is close to the ancient forest of poisonous miasma, and all living things are almost extinct. How can there be enemies? You're just wasting your life here, eating and waiting to die!" Guard A was a little drunk. He muttered angrily.
As soon as these words came out, some of the other guards agreed, and some rolled their eyes and said sarcastically, "Just be content with yourself. How many people want to eat and die without a chance? Besides, if you really don't want to eat and wait to die, then go work as a guard in the border city of a neighboring country. There are wars there every once in a while. Being a guard there is much more exciting, and people are replaced every three days."
Guard A was ridiculed. His face flushed, and he was thinking of a few words to retort. Suddenly, his eyes straightened. He looked at the sky in the distance, raised his arm, pointed there, and murmured to himself—
"Hey, look, what are those dark things flying over there?"
"What the hell, you want to change the subject again, right? You're a coward." Guard B was used to taunting him, and just as he was about to continue, the people around him pulled him hard, causing him to subconsciously look toward the distant sky. At this sight, his eyes immediately glazed over.
"This... this is a monster invasion?"
Monster invasion!
Although they didn't know why such a group of black flying monsters had emerged from the Poisonous Miasma Ancient Forest, the guards' faces turned pale with fear. Their mouths trembled, and their legs went numb.
Several brave and agile guards had already begun to run. At the same time, one somewhat conscientious guard picked up the magic staff at this critical moment between life and death and struck the war drum that hadn't been sounded in over ten years.
The war drum echoed throughout the city. However, for more than ten years, nothing had happened here. It had always been peaceful and quiet. When the war drum suddenly sounded, most people were stunned at first, unsure of what was happening.
Some experienced individuals reacted quickly and rushed home, hoping to reunite with their families before hiding.
However, whether experienced or not, clever or clueless, what awaited them was only despair and death—
Dozens of Ice Demons, Winged Demons, and Frost Monsters of the Great Demon level had already arrived above the city. The humans below screamed in horror as they saw these ferocious monsters hovering overhead.
"Scream, shout loudly! The souls that have tasted despair and pain are the most delicious!"
The Great Demons let out evil laughter and then launched a series of frost spell attacks downward. Large sections of streets and houses were destroyed. Every moment, a great number of humans turned into ice sculptures and died.
The Great Demons opened their savage mouths, swooped down, and devoured all the flesh, blood, and souls that ordinary creatures could not see, expressions of satisfaction on their faces.
In just a few moments, this city of 50,000 to 60,000 people was reduced to ruins. The remnants of frost power were everywhere, and countless soulless ice sculpture corpses stood silently.
At this moment, the demon army from behind appeared.
Seeing this, the first group of Great Demons stopped wreaking havoc and flew high into the sky toward other cities in the principality.
Just as the humans who thought they had survived began to feel hope in their hearts, their eyes turned gloomy again.
As soon as the Great Demons left the city, within mere seconds, the black demon army descended.
When this demonic force saw the surviving humans, it was like locusts spotting a field of unharvested crops—they charged in to kill and devour.
While the city of Kasai reeled beneath the weight of a demonic cataclysm, the other principalities fared no better. Across the continent, countless legions of infernal beasts fanned out like a plague of locusts—descending upon bustling cities, quiet towns, humble villages, and even the most desolate wildlands. The Demonic Horde had arrived.
Wherever their abyssal vanguard marched, life itself was extinguished. Not merely killed—erased. Fields withered to ash, rivers froze solid under the chill of unholy frost, and the very air trembled with residual abyssal corruption.
No bodies remained.
High-ranking demons consumed souls, devouring the very essence of their victims to fuel their twisted ascension. The lesser fiends followed in their wake, tearing through the remains—feasting on charred bones, burnt flesh, and blood-soaked soil.
The demons from the Abyssal Plane of Eternal Night and Winter were somewhat different from the demons of the Lava Wasteland.
Demons from the Lava Wasteland were mostly fire and lava types, while the demons of Eternal Night and Cold Winter were mostly cold-type demons.
Different Abyssal Planes had different elemental attributes and chaos.
This mainly depended on the elemental affinity of the demon lord ruling that layer.
If the Abyssal Lord was a Balor Fire Demon, then that abyssal layer was certainly dominated by fire and lava, not water, frost, or lightning.
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News that several principalities on the eastern border of the continent had been invaded by massive numbers of demons quickly reached the ears of the leaders of the major races, and their expressions turned grim.
Not good.
Very bad.
If the Crimson Mother had already driven back the Dark Frost Giant Lord, how could this Abyss Lord dare to invade?
Now, there were only two possible explanations for the demon invasion.
One: the Crimson Mother had been defeated.
Two: the Dark Frost Giant Lord, unable to defeat the Crimson Mother, had instead decided to start a planar war—targeting their plane and their souls.
"Since the invasion of the demon army has just begun, we should shrink the forces of the continent as much as possible," one legendary powerhouse suggested.
But other legendary powerhouses raised objections. "If we do that, aren't we giving the abyssal demons a chance to wipe us out in one stroke? Who among us can withstand the Dark Frost Giant Lord?"
Silence.
Depression.
In the end, out of desperation, the powerful figures and leaders of the major races adopted a decentralized strategy—turning one large target into countless smaller ones.
Cities with large populations began to evacuate quickly. Otherwise, once the demon army arrived, the death toll would be in the tens of thousands.
However, this process inevitably encountered obstacles. Many residents were unwilling to believe the 'rumors'.
"Demons? I've never even heard of them. Besides, there are guards in the city. If we really need to flee, the guards will just kill those demons when they show up." Some residents shook their heads, refusing to evacuate.
This was their home—the home they had worked hard to build. And now, you expected them to abandon it all based on a single, unconfirmed report?
"Guards? The guards have already withdrawn! You... believe it or not!"
The professional knights tasked with persuading the residents had grown numb to this response.
Since the beginning of the evacuation, such situations had occurred countless times. At first, the knights were patient in persuading the people—after all, lives were at stake. But as time went on, the knights grew impatient and numb.
Good words cannot persuade the damned. This truth holds everywhere.
In truth, no one was right or wrong.
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Southern Mainland.
In the Dark Forest, above the monster city, stood the Castle Black nestled between two thousand-foot peaks.
Dragon Pond.
I lowered my head, calmly looking at Skye, who was reporting the information before me.
"Master, a large army of demons has descended on the east side of the continent, killing tens of millions of humans and countless other creatures in a short period of time. Now, all the major races of the continent are fleeing toward the central and southern regions.
Recently, traces of the Grassland Elves have appeared in the south of the Dark Forest, and they are suspected to be related to the Frost Elves.
At the same time, large numbers of humans have also fled to the former territory of the Albit Kingdom and Empire of Dal. Groups of humans have begun migrating to the northern part of the wilderness. In the northeastern part of the Dark Forest, Dwarf tribes and Half-Elves from the eastern continent have also appeared…"
Skye detailed the dramatic changes that had recently occurred across the continent. It took him a long time to finish.
After I finished listening, my red vertical dragon eyes reflected a look of deep contemplation.
The current situation seemed quite bad.
If I was once indifferent to everything happening on the main continent, that indifference no longer applied.
Back then, whether the Crimson Mother won or the Pan-Continental races triumphed, it wouldn't have affected me much—it certainly wouldn't have endangered my life.
But now that the Abyssal Demons had invaded, everything had changed.
The Abyssal Demons didn't care what race you were. Their only goal was to kill all living being which includes themselves and drag the material plane into the abyss!
"By the way, Master, there are currently a large number of demons flying toward our Dark Forest. They are expected to arrive within three days," Skye reminded.
Of course, most demons did not possess the ability to teleport. The few who did could only teleport themselves—they were unlikely to help others teleport out of kindness.
After all, the demons who come to the material plane are in a competitive relationship with each other. If you eat one more soul, then I can only eat one less.
In a hurry, demons kill each other constantly, sometimes just for fun.
No, the demons are already killing each other.
"How many demons are expected to attack?" I asked, narrowing my dragon eyes.
"Uncountable." Skye was silent for a moment and then answered.
I was also a little silent.
I thought of the ghost plane where the plane war was still going on.
Isn't this also true for the demon army in Black Smoke City in the ghost plane?
It was completely dark, and one group died, and another group came.
But the demon lord of Black Smoke City is definitely not comparable to the dark frost giant lord.
The former is almost certainly below the level of high-level legend. I have seen the horrors of a high-level legend. I have no doubt that even if the high-level legend has only reached the second level of legend, it can easily kill the kings of the ghost clan.
In that case, why bother?
There is only one possibility. The demon lord in Black Smoke City is just an ordinary legend. It is impossible to guess the specific level of the legend, but it is estimated to be at the third, fourth, or fifth level. It is unlikely to be higher.
'Can these abyss lords really transport the demon army endlessly to the material plane? Is there no limit at all?' I thought with a frown.
Like myself, the teleportation altar used to summon the demon army from the Abyss is not only expensive to build, but also requires a large amount of energy to teleport a group of people. With my current wealth accumulation, it is impossible to teleport hundreds of thousands of demon armies from the Abyss.
And the speed is also slow. At most, dozens or hundreds of demons can be transferred at one time. It would take a long time to transfer hundreds of thousands of demons.
The dark frost giant lord is powerful and has far more wealth than I do. He can support the arrival of such a massive demon army. I can barely understand that. But what about the demon lord of Black Smoke City from the ghost plane?
For a demon lord who is not a high-level legend, where did he get so much wealth? Is the teleportation of demons really so unscrupulous?
I had doubts about this issue before.
I searched through my dragon heritage but couldn't find an accurate answer.
The information left behind by my ancestors, the black dragons, is quite complicated. However, there are really not many black dragons that have made a name for themselves in the star worlds. Almost all of them are unknown and died meaningless deaths.
In fact, the strength and knowledge of many black dragon ancestors are not as great as mine today.
"Alas." I felt helpless.
When I was still weak, whatever knowledge I wanted to know, the vast dragon inheritance could provide a corresponding answer.
But as my own strength grows and the level of knowledge increases, the knowledge in my dragon inheritance becomes increasingly insufficient by comparison.
"I really envy those dragons whose ancestors produced powerful elders, who especially liked to leave behind useful information and knowledge," I complained.
In comparison, the dragon inheritance of the metallic dragons is definitely much richer and more complete. After all, metallic dragons are kind-hearted and are better at and more inclined to teach their descendants. Although it cannot be called selfless, it is definitely generous compared to the chromatic dragons.
What about the chromatic dragons?
Even if they are powerful, they rarely leave behind useful and precious knowledge in the dragon inheritance. On the contrary, they leave a lot of embellished stories about themselves. Is this knowledge useful? It seems to be of some use—after all, it can increase a bit of lore.
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