Legend has it that there is a long river in this world that runs across the five continents and is called Time.
The River of Time has flowed for millions of years, its source unknown, but it is definitely a level that even the gods cannot comprehend.
The river flows slowly, sometimes calm and still, sometimes rushing and splashing, maintaining the operation of the world, controlling the birth and death of all things, witnessing countless heroic epics, seeing the rise and fall of powers, and burying countless talented and powerful people, all in the splashing waves!
If the river of time were drawn out or stopped, the world would fall into stillness, like being bound by a mirror. Only by transcending time could one survive.
"Huff!"
The snowflakes hovered in the air, and the world here was terrifyingly cold, with the temperature plummeting to minus forty or fifty degrees Celsius, brewing a blizzard with astonishing destructive power.
On the other side of this snowy landscape, the River of Time, which had been flowing through it, had stopped flowing and come to a standstill. Seeds took root in the pale yellow water, sprouting tender green shoots and blooming pinkish-purple flower buds with glistening petals, blocking the flow of the River of Time.
Then, the flower contained great power, which caused the river of time to flow slowly backward, and on the outside, it caused a time-space reversal effect!
The ice tide resumed its flow, but it retreated rapidly in a sweeping manner!
As the ice surged tens of meters high, countless terrified knights emerged from its base, their steps moving forward but retreating backward, growing further and further away from the ice surge.
Then, the ice tide continued to spew forth, and hundreds of knights turned their heads in terror and fell into pools of blood. The flowing blood miraculously returned to the wounds where they had been stabbed, and they then stood up again, maintaining the formation of a knightly order.
Pete's face turned pale as he was run over by an invisible wheel. Beside him, two small kneecaps, as if possessed, condensed with blood mist and jumped into the white horse's legs. The horse immediately stood up, and Pete, like an immortal, leaped off the grass and landed steadily on the white horse.
"For Constantine!"
Finally, the reversed flow of time returned to normal. Pete, riding a white horse, looked at his neatly arranged subordinates, passed in front of them, and shouted loudly!
"For Constantine!"
The knights shouted loudly, their voices like drums, and drew their greatswords to show that they were indeed from Constantinople.
"Excellent, morale is high!"
Pete gave everyone a few words of encouragement, followed by his usual brainwashing, and led the troops into the wasteland.
At the same time, he subconsciously touched his face, feeling that something was wrong.
"Why does my face hurt so much during this expedition to the wilderness? Could it be... because the wind is too cold?"
They were not isolated cases. In the towns that were devastated by divine justice, countless snowflakes condensed into massive ice pillars that returned to the sky. As the frost receded, it revealed the terrified civilians struggling to escape.
The evil god's method was to erase the aftermath of the great war that broke out in the far north, thus resolving the premature outbreak of the Winter's Calamity at its root. This level of power was so great that even the Goddess of Night could not detect it, and she even shifted the blame to the gods who were watching the war in the far north.
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Snow-covered landscape, with rising ice mist.
The icebergs, stretching for thousands of miles, have been ravaged. Even a single drop of blood from a powerful being can cause an explosive reaction upon landing, making it easy for a snow-capped mountain to collapse.
On the snow-capped mountain, a dozen powerful figures stood against the wind, dividing up the spoils of war.
The demon king, who had previously created a volcano, was accidentally discovered while on a mission. Surrounded by the crowd, he gritted his teeth and turned to fight.
In the end, the demon king, who had been sent by the enchanting goddess to test him, perished under the siege of the crowd.
"Our king just sent word that we want this part of the bloodline."
A man clad in holy armor carried a vine bow on his back and a moon blade at his waist. His golden hair fluttered in the wind, and his ears, more delicate than those of ordinary people, revealed that he was a pure-blooded elf.
"Hmph, elves are a bunch of cowardly creatures, destined to decline, not to mention that this generation's Elf King is old and senile, and can't take it anymore!"
On the other side, a short, powerful man, barely reaching an adult's waist, wore a horned helmet, held a heavy hammer, had a messy beard on his face, and was breathing heavily as his chest rose and fell slightly.
Surprisingly, the alliance to kill the Demon King includes both elegant elves and boorish dwarves.
Since the boundary between the Abyss Demon Realm and the Prime Material Plane was weakened by one-tenth, unleashing a calamity wave of the Demon King, against the backdrop of this sweeping across the five continents, all the intelligent races of the Midland Continent united to build countless anti-Demon King alliances. With the support of the divine realm, there were many instances where humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, merfolk, dragons, and others joined forces to fight back against the Demon King.
After all, the demon race had honed their skills in the abyss for hundreds of thousands of years, and their military strength and individual power completely surpassed any race in the main plane.
For example, there are thousands of major races in the Abyss Demon Realm, soon to exceed ten thousand. Liches that ride undead dragons, ghosts that suck souls, succubi that seduce with their beauty, and all sorts of demons working together can unleash catastrophic power, even conquering the kingdom of gods and killing gods!
Tens of thousands of years ago, faced with the step-by-step invasion of powerful enemies, the living space on the continent was gradually compressed, prompting the formation of an alliance of intelligent races.
However, it is not common for those who reach the Platinum rank to form an alliance to kill the Demon King. Generally speaking, those who join forces to kill the Demon King are usually from the same race.
It's not just the Demon King's rich legacy that's being used under the guise of justice to absorb the power he's built; it's also because the various races don't trust each other to entrust their backs to one another, especially the sensitive and naive Elf race, who have been badly wronged by the Human race over the years. In addition, the Human race has occupied the dominant position of the three continents, so most of them have been hiding in their homes and swallowing their anger.
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