Chapter 557: The barrier is broken and the door is open (Subscribe)
The second person to appear was a legendary swordsman. He came alone, with light steps and only a long sword in his hand, giving people a feeling of being isolated from the world.
There is also a thick atmosphere of deathly silence, like an eternal sleep.
This is the Sword Saint of the Underworld!
In the Helka continent, borrowing the power of hell and the abyss is very common, even rampant. Many people with hatred do not mind sacrificing their lives to gain a chance from hell or the abyss.
But there are very few people who can borrow power from the underworld.
That is the final destination of the soul, guarded by the legendary ancient god of death, Jaeger, whose philosophy is that the soul should fall into eternal sleep.
But being rare doesn't mean it doesn't exist, and those who can cultivate by borrowing the aura of the underworld can even achieve the point of "severing both the body and the soul".
The Sword Saint of the Underworld is such an existence. At the legendary level, he is the kind of person you should try not to provoke.
His appearance caused the legendary lich that appeared first to suddenly pause, and the violent aura subsided. He also nodded proactively as a greeting.
The third legend had the most arrogant appearance.
There is no air in the astral world, so naturally no sound can be transmitted, but he came here playing the flute.
It was as if there were thousands of ghosts guarding it, and wherever it passed, there were many phantoms. Even if it was a legendary strong man, he had to hold his breath and concentrate his mind to avoid being affected.
The man was handsome, with elegant manners, a pair of bright eyes that contained vicissitudes of life, and exuded a unique charm that could make the ladies' hearts flutter and crazy.
This one is the famous dark profession, the Hell Bard.
The fourth legend wasn't particularly impressive: ordinary looks, ordinary height, ordinary wizard robes, and an ordinary staff...
Everything looks ordinary, just an ordinary magician.
However, it was a Balor Flame Demon that tore open the space passage for him, and its fierce flames melted the space.
Leading the way were two six-armed snake demons, with twelve abyssal long swords in their hands emitting a fierce aura.
The one he was riding was the Bull Demon of the Abyss, a close relative of the legendary Minotaur.
The one massaging his shoulders and legs next to him was a succubus from the abyss. They were flirting with each other, and the intentional or unintentional friction made the man's blood boil.
This legendary wizard is very ordinary, but with this configuration and appearance, even the Hell Bard can only sigh: Show-off!
Again, I admit defeat!
Of course, the most domineering one is the fifth legend.
He came riding on a nightmare, and wherever he passed, the void was trampled out into a path of fire.
He was not wearing knight armor, but a wrinkled gentleman's suit, a cowboy hat on his head, a stubble on his face, unkempt, and with a weathered look in his eyes.
He didn't emanate any aura and looked unremarkable. Even the other legends didn't notice his strength and looked curious.
However, when he approached and glanced over, suddenly, the fire of his soul rose.
It only takes a moment to transform from a mortal body into an immortal skeleton.
As his gaze swept over, almost all the legends avoided looking at him. They were all speechless, but they were cursing in their hearts.
This is Ghost Rider!
There is a saying: Not all people in heaven are good, and there are also outliers in hell.
Some people die because of their sins and fall into hell, but they can still maintain justice and stick to their original intentions.
They may grow into Ghost Riders.
In fact, in terms of combat power, Ghost Rider is definitely not strong. In fact, due to the special job requirements, most of them change jobs halfway through and have no formal training, so they have obvious shortcomings.
However, they have a special skill, Soul Judgment!
Any sinful soul that meets the Ghost Rider's eyes will be judged.
Only truly good people, who live their lives with a clear conscience, can be fearless under the judgment of the soul.
Otherwise, your soul will be petrified and die!
To be honest, even the Church of the Sun God may not be able to find such people. In the dark evil camp, there are really a lot of them, and no one can escape.
Everyone here is a legend. In other words, they are definitely murderers.
They absolutely dared not look Ghost Rider in the eye. Even legends were unwilling to face such regular secret techniques.
And this is just one of the two gathering points.
In another place, at the same plane coordinates, the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan appeared, and the blood-colored domain was vast and corroded the space.
An abyss wizard transformed himself into a hell dragon and flapped his wings.
The dark power around the half-dragon man rose and turned into a sea of clouds, spreading in all directions.
There was a legendary warrior who transformed into a tidal giant holding an anchor, and every time he threw it, he created a space channel.
In fact, it is not difficult to see that all those gathered this time are legendary beings from the dark side.
They were originally the kings of their own regions, each managing their own power and leading a carefree life.
As for legends, if they hadn’t done anything excessive, even the Church of the Sun God would have to give them some face and pretend not to see them when they saw them!
However, as the war intensified, when natural disasters and deaths became commonplace and legends were all involved in the fighting, these dark legends became extremely annoying.
Let them go, everyone is afraid that they will cause trouble. If a ruthless one comes, no force can withstand it!
But what if we fight and kill?
Those are all legends, each with many tricks up their sleeves, how could they be so easy to kill?
If he escapes and comes back to take revenge, even the empires will have a headache.
Therefore, the best way is to use coercion, inducement and various means to get them to go to the battlefield.
It's okay on the Empire's side, but on the coalition side, with the Church of the Sun God as their backing, the three giants really have no psychological burden.
But these dark legends are certainly unwilling to do so.
Who wants to go to a battlefield that is like a meat grinder and fight to the death?
Therefore, it is only natural that they set their sights on the demiplane.
If I can't afford to offend you, can't I just hide away?
This is what a group of dark legends think!
When they gathered, a blue dragon skin contract emerged from the demiplane, on which the marks of the three legends were clearly visible.
But even so, when it fell into the hands of each legend, they all checked it carefully and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.
Only when they are sure that there is really no problem will they sign their names and leave their mark.
That's why the progress is not fast.
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In the half plane,
In the Blood Moon Castle, the dark clans that were on the verge of exploding have calmed down again. The reason is simple: the three legends have appeared together again.
As absolute strong men, their presence suppressed the restless hearts of people, and even if they had some ideas, they became cautious.
Of course, suppressing internal conflicts does not mean that the crisis is resolved.
Outside the magic circle, the artillery bombardment of the Flower Territory Guards has never stopped.
Seriously speaking, the magic barrier set up in Blood Moon Castle is of extremely high level.
Not only did it consume many precious magical materials, but it also connected the entire demiplane and had a nearly inexhaustible supply of energy.
However, even with sufficient energy, the structural damage cannot be prevented, and the endless bombardment has caused tremendous destruction to this land.
If those precise magic patterns are damaged or displaced, the consequence will be poor flow of elements.
Occasionally it's okay.
But if the damage accumulates too much, it's like a machine that's been used beyond its limits. You don't even know where the problem will come from!
It could be a loose thread, a screw, or a section of wiring with poor contact. Whenever there is a problem, it is difficult to repair!
Because just finding the problem takes a lot of time.
This is the magic barrier of Blood Moon Castle. Even if the leader of the Toledo blood clan organized dozens of maintenance teams, each responsible for a part, it was difficult to reverse the decline.
The situation worsened rapidly after the ten tanks continued to move forward and almost reached the magic circle to open fire.
There was no way. The direct firepower of the magic tank was too strong. Due to the close distance, the deflection field and damage reduction effects could not be exerted, so we could only resist it.
What's more, the tank team rotates various types of artillery shells, and the power is definitely considerable.
At this point, after three days and four nights of continuous bombardment, the magic barrier of the Blood Moon Castle finally couldn't hold on.
On the top floor of the castle, three legends gathered.
Grand Duke Toledo held a magic wand and waved it quickly, mobilizing blood magic power to continuously fill the needs of the magic circle.
In the sky, cracks appeared on the hexagonal barrier. Although some were quickly repaired and the cracks closed, more cracks remained.
"It's too late to save it!"
"I just received news that all nine people who came here have signed the contract."
"So, Grand Duke Toledo, don't hesitate, open the door!"
Grand Duke Toledo paused, turned his head, looked at the two legends he had invited, and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Of course I am sure!"
"You still want to regret it? Don't forget, you are bound by the contract!"
Grand Duke Toledo nodded and said, "Since you are sure, then I will do as you wish."
At this moment, he gave up repairing the magic barrier and let the bombardment fall on it.
At this point, there was a loud bang and a crackling sound.
The magic barrier is broken!
At this moment, at the end of the sky, where the half-plane barrier was located, two whirlpools formed and eventually opened a portal.
The legends who arrived hesitated for a moment before filing in.
At this point, the legend enters the scene.
But it was also at this moment, deep in the demiplane, outside the plane, in the chaos, on the altar.
The sarcophagus trembled suddenly!
It was as if a huge force was slamming on the lid of the sarcophagus, trying to get out.
This sarcophagus is also very strong. Even if it bounces on the spot, it will not break.
The coffin lid just moved slightly, revealing a line, and deep red blood magic power seeped out, changing the color of the chaos.
PS: No matter how hard I try, it’s still past twelve o’clock. Oh, my typing speed is terrible!
(End of this chapter)
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