Before the War

The experiment with intelligent creatures as the alien host completely failed. After the queen returned to Li Junshan's spiritual space with the alien juvenile body without accident, the latter cut off the idea of ​​using intelligent creatures as the host and turned to the King of Dead Bone to see his movements.

The rich breath of death and freezing air had completely frozen the body of the six-winged angel, and the blood soul bead was spinning around his head at an extremely fast speed. When Du Gu saw Li Junshan coming to put away the blood soul bead, he said helplessly: "If it was the divine power of light in his body last time, then I can't feel any sign of his soul's existence now."

"Ange..." Li Junshan frowned and said for a while: "I guess he will go to see the God of Light."

The dry bone couldn't think of any reason, so he said helplessly: "Then this corpse is useless, and I have nothing to do with it."

"It's not useless." Li Junshan pulled the six-winged angel's corpse back into the space ring with a stroke, and said, "It may be useful when it comes to the demon plane."

"Sir, let me follow you too?" The King of Dead Bone did not doubt at all whether Li Junshan could achieve his wish and go to the Demon Plane smoothly. He looked at Li Junshan with a bright look and said.

"This..." Li Junshan had other arrangements for the King of Dead Bone. He looked at him with a look of hope and hope, and then thought about it and said, "Let's talk about it then. Maybe he couldn't live without you when he passed by."

Kugu heard some meaning, but responded happily. Seeing Li Junshan's brows frowned as if he was in deep thought, he faithfully fulfilled his duties as a subordinate and stood behind Li Junshan like a shadow.

The dark swamp, a huge stone chamber in the canyon where the plane passage is located, was filled with a tense atmosphere.

“It’s been more than a day.”

A demon god cultivator in a white robe couldn't help but emphasize again: "According to the route, the deacons should come back regardless of whether they have achieved their goals or not, why is there still no movement?"

"Can something happen?" Franci was not there, and Hebreck had become the highest-level person in the Demon God Cult present. He raised this question to others with some unbelievable feelings.

"No way."

"It's just a low-level plane. Even with the help of the undead, they wouldn't dare to attack the deacon without scrupulously, right?"

"Yes, it shouldn't be possible."

The others talked all over the place. Although they knew in their hearts that something must have happened, they did not dare to bear it or believe it.

"No, I have to go back. It's not a trivial matter for the long-term disappearance of the deacon, let alone he took the will of the Pope to do things, so he must notify the Pope about this matter." Hebrek did not dare to be careless in this matter.

"Would you be a little fussy? Maybe the deacon is enjoying the banquet hospitality with laughter. To be honest, I don't believe that those people really dare to attack the deacon."

"What if I say it?" Hebreck glared at the white believer and said, "Who will be responsible? Who among us can be responsible?"

"Sir, I think we'd better tell the Xueling Commander first..." A gray-clothed believer next to him said cautiously: "The Deacon has always been acquainted with the Xueling Commander, and the Xueling Commander's territory is on the plane passage. He is our own person, so he should not sit idly by."

"Okay." Hebreck thought for a while and nodded, "It's really hard to disturb the Pope before that was confirmed." He stood up and continued, "No need to delay, I'll go now. The slave soldiers will naturally have generals and commanders. We don't understand and do not interfere. Remember not to move at will, and I will be able to come back soon."

Everyone sent him out together. Hebreck looked up at the stone cave in Victoria in the distance. Someone next to him understood and attached himself to his ear and whispered: "His Royal Highness the Prince has not been back for a while, and he looks very unhappy. I guess he has not been able to find it..."

"It would be strange if she could find it." Hebreck sneered and said, "The information she received was simply wrong. Hodward was not here at all. He went to a middle-class position..."

Halfway through his words, Hebrek immediately reacted and stopped talking, and stepped into the plane passage directly.

"Who do you think he will go to?"

As soon as Hebreck stepped into the plane passage, someone soon reported the news to Victoria. She sent the news away and asked the little princess who was still pretending to be a maid.

"It goes without saying that it must be the Super Commander of the Blood Ridge." Yaqina brought a cup of steaming and fragrant black tea to her aunt and said: "They are not sure what happened, they must not disturb the Pope at will. France relied on the Super Commander of the Blood Ridge to reach her current position. She is his direct line, and the General of the Blood Ridge will definitely not sit idly by."

"Lord Thunderstorm hasn't even gotten a bargain. What can he do if the Blood Ridge Super Commander comes? Can he be stronger than Lord Thunderstorm?" Yaqina said disapprovingly, and then asked curiously: "Aunt, I really didn't expect you to invite Lord Thunderstorm out of the mountain. This ascetic who was famous for thousands of years ago has not come out of the mountain for a long time. I heard that he has been traveling and practicing in other plane worlds, and has gained some good reputation. If the Pope doesn't say it, my father has always wanted to win him over but cannot do it. How did you get online with him?"

"This..." Victoria hesitated for a moment, and saw the little princess immediately with a look of thought and suspicion, and simply said: "Hanss, the only son of Lord Thunderstorm, died in a low-level world to save me."

"Then he should hate you, why do you help you?" Princess Yaqina was a little confused.

Victoria's expression suddenly felt a little melancholy, and a faint sadness rose in her clear eyes. After a while, she said a stern voice: "Hancis liked me, and even exchanged his life for my survival at the most dangerous moment. All of this is known to Thunderstorm. The only last words that Hancis left for Thunderstorm before his death were to let him take good care of me, especially when I encountered difficulties, I must help me."

Speaking of this, Victoria's eyes were covered with mist. She paused and continued, "Lord Thunderstorm has always been grudge against me, but he still agreed to Hansi's request. Not only did he not hold a grudge against me, he could not help. Every year during this period of time, Lord Thunderstorm would go back to his home in the Mis Plain to clean Hansi's cemetery. I originally wanted to ask him to help save your cousin, but I didn't expect to become a confrontation with the Demon God Cult..."

"Aunt." Yaqina walked gently to Victoria, put her head on her shoulder and whispered: "The demons are sorry for you, my father is sorry for you. We will definitely find a way to rescue our cousin, even if we agree to some requests from the Pope."

"Let's not talk about this for now, think about what's happening in front of you..." Victoria quickly woke up from her sad memories. She smiled slightly and said, "I hope that the Holy Land Summoner is worth our efforts for him."

A hundred miles south of the canyon in the dark swamp, the undead creatures that could not see the end were moving forward. Their pace was firm but not slow.

The dark swamp was extremely large, and the canyon was in a remote location north. However, under the protection of Dugu and more than a dozen undead lords, several sea empires quickly established a large magic teleportation array three hundred miles south of the canyon. Perhaps Victoria or the little princess had worked hard on the demons, they did not make any abnormal movements.

With the help of the magic array teleportation array, the dense army of undead quickly teleported to the dark swamp and advanced towards the canyon. The faithful undead creature received the soul command of the king to march at the fastest speed.

The advancement of a large number of undead creatures cannot be concealed by the demon race. In fact, there are often demon air force scouts peeping at the far north sky, but they dare not approach it. The dense flying bone beasts in the sky are also a fighting force that cannot be underestimated under the leadership of more than fifty bone dragons.

In about one day, the undead army outside Xiali City in the extreme desert, teleported over 1.8 million. The subsequent teleportation was still in an orderly manner. More than 1.8 million undead pioneers, led by eleven undead lords, had reached more than 30 miles from the canyon plane passage.

In this world, including in the plane of the demon, this distance is already a sign of the war coming to an end.

“Many undead…”

A demon scout riding an obsidian-like ghost looked at the countless undead creatures on the ground. If the number was not enough to surprise him, then looking at the ground with a huge swamp blocking the way, these undead did not make long-distance detours. The rotten zombies and gray and white skeletons jumped into the swamp pool without hesitation, and forced themselves to pave a bone path out with their bodies. The demon scouts were shocked.

Looking at the endless army of undead, thinking about the demon ants lurking underground, the scoring of the demon clan was numb. At this time, there was only a loud horn sound after the sound. He took out the small flag and whispered the flag to his scattered companions with relief. The scouts quickly retreated back.

The long and passionate horn sounded in the sky, and as five or six thousand obsidian stones appeared above the canyon, a black magic dragon that was more than 60 meters long spread its wings and rolled up a hurricane to float into the air. On the dragon's back was a demon man who was not angry and powerful. Two sharp horns pierced the sky like sharp flag guns.

"roar!"

The demon dragon smashed the man with the back of the broad knife in his hand on his neck, and let out a thunderous roar in pain, and then the slave soldiers on the ground met the undead army in black.

The heavy depression and pre-war suffocation permeated the entire space. The first confrontation between the undead army and the demon army slowly opened the prelude with the deafening roars of the demon dragon...
Chapter completed!