The abyss is bleeding.

The scarlet color wrapped around the sharp hell, and was entangled with the dazzling thunder, like a pair of deformed big hands, holding this extravagant and vicious weapon, and stabbing towards the world.

The countless border chains burst under this weapon specially created for the present situation, like bubbles in the water, leaving only the droplets when they burst.

It was as if invisible glass was constantly shattering, only the refraction of the crystals was splashing, and countless frames collapsed under the impact of pure mass.

But in the present situation, the dazzling rainbow light has turned into a tide, surging, swallowing the entire hell.

The Rainbow Bridge and the Blood-colored Thunder Light collided in the same place.

A terrifying tide that caused the entire depth zone to fall into turmoil.

The dazzling light kept flashing.

It was like a sudden firework show, which kept bursting with dazzling waves. But when you really watched such a scene from the front, there was no joy or praise in your heart, only depression and suffocation.

Continuous turmoil came one after another, and the expressions on everyone's faces fell into seriousness.

War alarms were sounded within the temporary border, and the busy market became empty in an instant, with laughter and noise no longer, as if it was just an illusion.

Everyone returned to their own position, skillfully preparing their own weapons, over and over again until they boarded the battlefield.

The struggle between the present situation and the abyss continues.

Under the magnification of the probe mirror, Huai Shi could even see the cracks that broke out on the huge hell. The poison, torrents and dazzling thunder clouds were wrapped around it, and lava was spewing from the earth, like a scene like doomsday.

The mountains were constantly smoothed, but the new plots raised and burst under the force of both sides, and the bottomless gullies and cracks continued to collapse and bridged.

Even if it looks so boundless from a close distance, when enlarged to a macro perspective, the vague outline of the rough surface can be distinguished.

Like a slender bridge.

Under the terrifying force exerted on both sides, it warped and twisted little by little, turning into a twist, completely collapsed, but under the tacit understanding of the two sides, it forcibly maintained its original shape.

Destroy, reshape, and destroy again.

Until everything is beyond recognition.

The surging blood was like an erect blood vessel, and countless veins penetrated the entire hell from the inside out, making the hell seem to be alive. It seemed as if eternal clouds were entangled on it, as if it was destroyed and sounded, and endlessly descending thunder, meteors, meteorites and other disasters from it.

The blessing of the rancher gave it an indelible form. The blood of the deceased country turned hell into a hungry monster, and the storm of the sea of ​​thunder brought endless disasters. The volcanoes from the present realm, the deep sea and even the fog continued to blow out from it.

Even the thin air is filled with poison that can cause instant decay.

The crucible prepared for war is melting everything roughly into a furnace, brewing endless disasters of destruction.

The cruel battlefield is slowly taking shape in the collision between the two sides, and the waves caused by this are filled with the present situation and the abyss, forming a storm that can destroy everything, crushing everything that is involved into dust.

“It’s so spectacular.”

Huai Shi sighed lightly, stretched out her hand, pressing the sword of virtue used for etiquette at her waist, and was ready.

But beside him, Kuafu pressed his shoulder: "Don't worry."

The Monkey King stared at the battlefield silently, and his golden eyes reflected the light of destruction and fire.

He said: "This is just the beginning."

When the collision between the abyss and the present state came to an end in a short period of time, countless stars rose from the present state. They were countless warships from the Deep Space Legion, and the monsters of steel were loaded with weapons of destruction and dived towards the abyss that were close at hand.

When countless lights flew out of the engine, they left a gorgeous trail like mercury in the darkness.

And corresponding to this is the fierce flames sprinkled from the abyss.

The rotten giant whale with countless wings spread all over the body, wearing dazzling halos, and the monsters as weird as squid soared out from the projection gate of the Paradise of Blessing.

These monsters carefully raised and slaughtered by ranchers were the first to enter the battlefield before they could get the glory of climbing the dining table.

They sing hymns, they pounce on the enemy, and they bring death.

Whether it is your own or your opponent's.

Rays, shells, flames...the brilliance that keeps rising in the dark illuminates every pair of eyes.

There was a silent silence in the conference room.

In less than a minute, more than half of the cluster fleet of the sixteen Deep Space Corps were lost, and more than thirty fleets were leaving their posts to head towards the abyss.

Just like, game coins put into arcades.

One, one after another.

The metals and souls burning in the darkness support the continuation of the war picture, and the cruel battle continues, but there is no loud noise or whine in the darkness between depths.

Until now, everyone is still silent.

Including Ah.

Sublimators are tools, expensive tools, and precious tools that should not be consumed in vain.

No matter how angry or angry he was, he could only watch countless lives burned into the darkness, leaving only those fleeting glow.

And just like the reflection of countless lights, hell is still growing.

It is like taking roots and sprouting, and countless roots extend on both sides.

As the two sides reshape, the changes gradually became like giant trees rooted in the abyss and countless borders.

Umbilical cord, bridge, rope or sharp blade...anything is good.

That's the battlefield

Huai Shi narrowed her eyes and felt the fishy storm that was about to come.

"Are you ready, everyone?"

At that moment, Ah raised his pupils: "The war that belongs to us is about to begin."

No one responded.

The flashing lights illuminate the sublimators' pupils, as if they were glowing.

In this silence, Kuafu raised his hand and pulled out the iron of the Dinghai Shen needle from his ears and eyes. He just blew a light breath and the majestic staff of about twelve feet high buzzed.

Right behind him, all the sharp blades were thundering.

The smiles filled with anger and murderous intent on the back were so hideous.

"Very good, go."

Ah smiled at last and said goodbye to the sublimator who was about to set foot on the battlefield: "Go to where you should go, and I will watch you, whether it is victory or death."

The light of the Rainbow Bridge fell from the sky and led the legion commanders to return to the camp.

In the silence, only natural enemies were left quietly looking at the battlefield entangled by blood and thunder, touching the scimitar on his knees that had accompanied him for his whole life, and humming ancient songs softly.

The burning stars rose toward the abyss and fell again.

Break through the blood fire and turn into blood fire.

From the hoarse and compassionate singing.

From the eternal silence, the low breaks through the constraints of space and soars freely. The gentle embraces every uneasy soul and smoothes the wrinkles between their eyebrows.

Tell them that I am with you.

The song of the moon god sounded from every soul, as if flying to the depths of silence, soaring in blood and flames, and bringing mercy and compassion to those painful souls.

Countless flashes echoed in the darkness, like the passing stars shining again.

Ah closed his eyes.

My dear children, I am about to set foot on the battlefield...

Please shine on their heroic posture, please let the sky be with them, please let the flying sand witness their glory, and please let the earth place their souls.

Maybe they will go and never return it.

Perhaps, they will go and never return it...

"Airdrop release, airdrop release, please pay attention to B1"

Hundreds of airborne warehouses that seemed to be steel seeds fell from the burning warships, towards the blood-shrouded hell. In the air, in countless curses and blood-colored interceptions, they burst into shrill lights with their motherships.

The white flower-like parachute passed through the thunder and fell to the ground. The eight-legged alchemy machinery crawled out from it like a spider, walking through the storm filled with poison.

"Medical Soldier! Medical Soldier!" A shrill scream rang out on the bridge channel.

"Turquoise, we are about to fall, repeat, we are about to fall, please move forward, please move forward, wish you good luck."

The flames in the deep sky burst again.

"The Turquoise was received and the ore cluster strike began."

In the burning flames, the huge warships rolled over the wreckage of friendly forces, and were hit by endless thunder and fire, approaching again. From the route he opened, more warships marched forward.

In the song of compassion, they move forward,

The light that led the rainbow bridge toward the hell below.

From the surging blood rivers in hell, legions after legions emerged from the waves, and horns sounded from the broken earth. In the thunder and shock, the monsters were roaring forward.

In the wilderness of hell, lonely figures walked out of the landing rainbow light. They were wearing iron clothes and cumbersome respirators, and the outermost layer of leather was hissing sounds under the wind.

Following the huge eight-legged chariot, they marched towards the endless enemies in the blood river.

The gravel, like a sharp blade, scratched on the cast iron legion's emblem, leaving an eye-catching scratch.

From the silence, there was no roaring sound, only a silent collision remained.

Broken steel and broken wreckage that had lost its temperature fell to the ground, and blood oozed into the sand, smearing the last bit of color. The successors stepped on the red carpet and continued to move forward.
To be continued...