Black Rock Mountain.

The sun was so hot that the eternal burning sun seemed to fall, roasting the earth and burning it all over the body with abscesses and cracks. The Barolflaming Demon let out a cold roar and crawled out from the depths of the ground, which was annoying.

"Just relying on your strength, I also want to explore the insect erosion channel?"

Azriels looked at his physical hand, and the blazing flames covered it, without the burning of temperature, making a sound of peeling: "It's almost the same when your father wakes up."

"Ailadia cannot let the insect erosion channel run through. Since my father is in a long sleep, I can only do this."

Ottin looked up at the huge skeletons and flames and said frankly: "I have digested the divine nature of Eri and Natolis and promoted to medium divine power."

"Although it is a medium-sized divine power, you have never even visited the astral realm. In the thousands of worlds, no one recites your name. You can only absorb the faith of Aladia. Once you leave this world, this faith is almost nothing."

The monarch of Yan Prison snorted softly, thought for a while, and changed his words: "But that's okay. Anyway, you won't defeat Natoli by relying on your own divine power, but by relying on the power in your bloodline to take you to the insect erosion channel. If you die, the black dragon should be able to eliminate his weakness and become a real 'hate'."

Autin could only smile and hear such a malicious "curse". After all, his father once told Azriels that although he always said something inexplicable, he was indeed a trustworthy ally.

"Just let it go a little bit." Autin thought.

"Since I decided to set out, let's go now."

Azriels stood up and glanced at the dragon that was wandering in the distance, slapped the broken membrane wings and was covered in fire, saying to Autin: "It's not bad that this monster can survive the inheritance of fire."

As the monarch of the Fire Prison looked over, Autin nodded slightly: "Kan has already made the Imperial Legion preparations. As long as we find the anchor, the Targrian Dynasty will immediately start conquering."

The monarch of Yanzhu raised his hand to tear the space apart. The barriers on the plane made a painful cry under the bone claws. The majestic and magnificent abyss door rose from the ground, with scarlet energy rising and falling on the edge.

Azriels stepped in.

Autin followed closely behind. In such a plane, the difference in time may also lead to the two people going to different targets. When the distance between them is slightly further, their figures will become illusory. Countless worlds flash by in front of their eyes, looking similar, and no matter which direction they look, they are a world bubble.

Azriels walked lazily, his body was like the vigorous coal on the earth, bursting out from time to time, and those shining Mars fled in various scattered places and flew to different worlds.

Seeing Autinate's curious gaze, the monarch of the Yan Prison hummed twice and said proudly: "We are looking for an insect erosion channel, not going to the abyss. These Mars are very sensitive to demons and all the worlds eroded by the abyss cannot escape my eyes."

With a crack, the world bubbles shattered, and the unique energy surged out like a spring, and some even swept through Autin's armor. Autin did not dodge, looking at the rainbow left in the void turbulence due to the damage to the world, he took a deep breath.

"Destruction is the ultimate aesthetic."

Azriels exclaimed: "The most complete destruction creates the highest beauty."

Before Autin could refute, he found that the momentum of the Yan Prison Monarch suddenly expanded. He was no longer lazy and slow, but became violent and fierce. After changing direction, he accelerated immediately, crossed the tightly arranged world bubbles, found his goal, and did not give any reminders or explanations, and squeezed in on his own.

Autin had no time to hesitate and followed through the boundary wall.

The expected fierce battle scene did not appear. Azriels looked at the ruined scene of the world with a gloomy face. When the Black Dragon's daughter appeared behind her, she whispered: "This world is dead."

Otin looked over the body of the flame demon and his heart slapped. She saw the vast ocean of the corpse, and the strong smell rushed into her nose, and the miserable green blood dried up under her feet.

Not far away, countless humanoid creatures were stacked, staring at her with hollow eyes. The Achilles bird man, who was famous in the astral world, had a body of more than ten meters long, and his wings drooped by light exceed the height of the Aladia. His body was covered with yellow and black feathers, his sharp beak was cut open, and his scarlet tongue drooped softly from his mouth.

The whole world is full of birdmen's corpses.

"I didn't see the demon's corpse," said Autin.

"We are great creatures in the upper realm, how could we leave our bodies in this world that was destroyed?"

Azriels responded coldly, paused for a moment before explaining: "There is a bug called 'Ba' in the abyss. I can't tell where it comes from. They can swallow the flesh and soul of the dead demons until their bodies swelled hundreds of times before they were full, and then they fell into deep sleep."

"In the sleep, the demon swallowed by the Bazhe will regroup and form a brand new, powerful demon. When the demon matures, it will tear the Bazhe's belly and walk out of the Bazhe's body."

The monarch of the Yan Prison surged in flames and opened his arms: "I miss this familiar smell."

"No intelligent creature was found."

After checking, Autin said: "This is indeed a world invaded by demons."

"It's not that simple." Azriels shook his head: "Not many people in the material world know about Bazhe, and you have never heard of it, right?"

"Yes." Autin admitted.

"Because under normal circumstances, we would not invade everywhere with Bazhe. Even in the abyss, only the war between the great lords can see Bazhe."

Azriels kicked the birdman's corpse away: "This world is not as simple as encountering several demon lords and little demons, but rather a demon legion, a demon legion that is huge enough to carry the Bazang."

"The one who pioneered the insect erosion channel?"

"I think yes, the Three Pillar Gods are under a lot of pressure in the battlefield of hell. Apart from the target of the insect erosion channel, there is nothing worth dispatching another legion."

Azriels raised his head and stared at the dark sky: "The demon army in labor discovered the Achilles birdman world, unable to suppress the boiling desire to kill, destroyed this place... the insect-eroded passage will not be too far away from here."

A sensation of air conditioning rose from Autin's heart. She heard her father talk about the plan of the Demon Worm Erosion Channel countless times, and regarded it as the biggest threat in the Ailadia world. However, she now has to take the initiative to fight with the demons in the Worm Erosion Channel and reject the threat outside the Ailadia gate.

A bloody curtain will be revealed by her hands.

"Are you scared?"

After a while, Azriels broke the silence with a sarcastic voice: "It is understandable that for a young dragon like you, the demon is indeed a very terrible enemy. If you are afraid, go back and find a way to wake Caesar and tell that guy that I am waiting for him here."

Autin kept silent, stood still, took out the eternal spear that condensed Eladia's sharpness, stabbed into the void, and began to calibrate the anchor point of the space.

She is the god of Eladia and has no reason to retreat.

Targrian's legion is about to arrive.

Azriels curled his lips, as if a little disappointed, turned his eyes elsewhere, imagining the upcoming reunion with his old friends.

The destroyed world suddenly blew the wind, like the Achilles howls of despair when he was dying, cold and sweet.
Chapter completed!