Amon stopped and looked at the summoning that almost broke through the sky, feeling incredible.

To this day, Amon has gained some in-depth understanding of some characteristics in the Colorful Rainbow Road, such as those changing colors, each of which can be regarded as a summon.

Some pass by flashes, representing the death of the host, or the resentment fades; some last for a long time, representing the depth of resentment and unwillingness.

Zorro is a kind of deep resentment. When Amon selected him, he also watched him last for a long time. But if Zorro's resentment was one, then the resentment and unwillingness arise from the "wolf smoke" now will be at least one thousand.

It's a thousand times worse!

Red Dragon Autras exclaimed: "What is this? Is a person's resentment and unwillingness so terrifying?"

Amon closed his eyes slightly and felt it carefully, as if he was intercepting some information from nothingness. After a moment, he spoke in a strange tone: "This situation is right, uh, it seems that we have made some awesome brag come true?"

"What do you mean? What's come true?"

"I felt a great will there, which is very similar to the will that pulls us into the long river of time!"

Amon pointed to the straight "wolf smoke" and said, "In other words, that is the resentment and reluctance that has been magnified countless times by the plane's will.

I can't imagine what kind of terrible world-destroying crisis that plane actually gave way to the will of plane?!"

Red Dragon Autras's eyes turned slightly and encouraged him, "Why don't you go and have a look?"

"It's better not to be there, I always feel it's too dangerous." Amon hesitated:

Since knowing that the Nightmare World is all real planes, Amon's attitude seems extremely cautious.

This has been transformed from the Trent plane into a "extraordinary star". He can already open a new nightmare world, but it has not been opened for a long time, so he can understand it.

Well, looking straight into my heart, Amon was a little scared!

Just a Trent plane, he has experienced so many things and learned so many secrets. These burdens that are completely beyond his strength are not something he can bear now.

Taking playing games as an example, Amon's feeling is that he, a level 1 slag trumpet, must participate in the "dinner party" of the top boss, always feels that if he is not careful, he will be crushed to dust.

Amon now has a new life, but he doesn't want to die casually. The nightmare world may have benefits, but no matter how great the benefits are, you have to have the life to spend it, right?

However, as he watched the more intense the process, almost poking the "wolf smoke" on his face, he felt that if he gave up, he would lose something very important.

After hesitating for a while, Amon did not move. Red Dragon Autras's eyes moved slightly, pretending to be impatient, "Since you don't go, then leave. Go back to sleep quickly, I'm sleepy!"

Amon hesitated again: "Then why don't we go and have a look."

“…” Ultras:

"A man dies and a bird is facing the sky, and I will never die forever. I am afraid of you!"

Amon didn't wait for Ultras' answer, and roared, directly driving the Nightmare War Horse forward.

But for a moment, the "Wolf Smoke" was approaching, and Amon did not stop and drove his horse in. After a tremor, he came back to his senses. There was a new world in front of him.

What appeared before him was a plane covered by blood and fire.

...

Atlantis plane, Pompeii Empire, Thunder City.

The dark clouds blocked the sunshine, and the world fell into silence and death. Just as the humans in the city were panicked, it seemed as if a terrifying strong man let out a dull roar and slashed out the sword in his hand.

boom!

Outside Leiming City, in the void, a giant sword supporting the sky slashed the sky, tearing the space apart, and drew a terrifying crack hundreds of meters long.

There was even a burning red flame that spread out from the giant sword and spread around along the ugly crack. In a moment, the crack seemed like a red-burning pupil, and it was pitch black and empty, with a terrifying will and aura brewing in it.

That will is a collection of all negative emotions, betrayal, death, killing, destruction.

That is the will of the abyss!

The breath was mixed with indescribable smell of evil and sulfur. Wherever it passed, the plants and trees were withered and yellow, and life was destroyed.

That was the breath of the demon lord.

And when this will and breath poured down and enveloped the entire Thunder City, a terrifying roar resounded through the sky after the cracks in the space.

"My children, go, go kill, go destroy, go destroy all life or matter, and give to the great six-armed snake demon queen, Shaktali."

Accompanied by the roar, countless demons swarmed out from the cracks of the space. Among them were cowards with short blades, fierce demons as strong as mountains, brutal war demons wearing heavy phosphorus armor, unscrupulous battle demons, and fire-burning demons who release the fire of the abyss.

Of course, as the subordinates of the six-armed snake demon queen, the most of them are snake demons, four-armed snake demons, and even six-armed snake demons, or multi-armed demons such as Naga Abyss and Sairen.

Even if a demon is burned by the burning flame when passing through the cracks of the space, it is still not enough to delay the demons' madness.

They long for the flesh and blood of human beings, even if only a little bit, it is enough to make their twisted hearts feel a moment of quietness.

At the same time, on the top of Leiming City, the commander of Thunder City, Fao Gasol looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but hang down his head in pain. He knew that Leiming City was over, completely finished.

But as one of the highest military commanders in the entire city, the guardian of Thunder City, he will never betray his duties, even if he faces death directly!

He turned around, looked at the nearly a thousand soldiers behind him, and grinned hard: "We are going to die. This kind of demon legion is definitely not something we can resist.

But as a glorious warrior and a soldier of the Pompeii Empire, even if I die, I hope to die in the charge of fighting, not on the way to escape.

I am the guardian of this city. Even if the city is destroyed, we should die before the civilians.

This is not an order, but a request, from a veteran who would fight with me, pick up his weapons and follow me, and we will sprinkle our blood on every piece of land in the city until the end of our lives.

If you don't want to, then leave and leave earlier.”

After speaking, Fa'ao didn't care about the choices of the soldiers, but went straight to wear armor and armor, ready to fight to the death.

The battle started very quickly. For these terrifying demons, the gate of Thunder City had no effect at all. Just dozens of fireball spells smashed the gate open, and countless demons rushed out.

In just a moment, the entire Thunder City had been ignited, flames burning every building, and blood flowed in any corner.

Fao Gasol was fighting, and led his brothers to do everything they could to fight.

He knew that he could not save the city or anyone, so after the city gate was lost, he gave up defense and instead fought in every street, every house, every corner with the help of his familiarity with the city.

Street fighting is always the cruelest and most testable battle mode.

He and his brothers worked hard to kill every demon he encountered, using weapons, hands and feet, teeth, and even their lives, killing one enough money, killing two to earn one.

If you trade life for life, you will not stop until death. Who is afraid of whom?

From under the city walls, to the slums, from the bustling commercial streets, to the nobles, to his doorstep...

Fa'ao could not remember how many demons he killed or how many weapons he had changed, but he couldn't tell how many comrades, how many comrades had gone by, and how many wounds he had added to his body.

As a soldier who grew up from a slave, Fa'ao had no backstage and his personality was not popular. He could reach the position of a commander of thousands of men because of his military merits accumulated by killing.

After nearly twenty years of service on the northern battlefield, countless life and death, his will was tempered as strong as steel.

He is silent, but never retreats, he is cold-blooded, but never surrenders.

Once upon a time, he thought he would no longer be angry, but at this moment, the scene in front of him still made his eyes crunch.
Chapter completed!