"They were able to create a secret world from scratch in such a short time?" Ash watched the war in the distance with the help of the Gospel, and was as shocked as a textile worker who saw a fully automated workshop and wondered if she was going to be eliminated. "And they are so powerful?"

He knew how strong the Forsaken were. Even though these Killing Domains had not yet been equipped with the Eternal Wonder, they could still slaughter the Forsaken in batches. If he were in their place, he would definitely not be able to get away with it. However, Ash was also a little confused. Since the strength of the Killing Domain was far greater than that of the normal Domain, why didn't the Seraphim have the Killing Domain?

In fact, there are more or less "natural killers" in the secret areas of the world. Not to mention the secret areas like the Sword Rain Pool that can threaten demigods, the seemingly normal secret areas such as the Sea of ​​Blood and Corpses, the Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon, and the Wishing Pool are also life forbidden areas: the air in the Sea of ​​Blood and Corpses is full of viruses and bacteria, the airflow and light in the Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon can hurt people, and the water in the Wishing Pool was used to test the state of mind of legendary magicians... They are often the "holy places" born when a certain magic faction develops to a certain level, and their existence is to deduce magic to the extreme. And things that are too pure are often poisonous.

Even the most harmless hanging gardens would be so beautiful that explorers would not want to leave, and they would starve to death in the gardens just to appreciate their beauty.

In the ancient secrets that Sonia had investigated in the library before, there were often small stories like "There is a dangerous secret place in the Warcraft Forest. Most people who enter it die, but a very small number of people who enter can obtain rare magic spirits/secret inheritances." She usually treated them as a moment of relaxation between studies.

Although the story may be false, the core that has been passed down is likely a reflection of the past: for mortals, the naturally generated secret world is a mysterious area that is extremely dangerous and full of opportunities.

But even the most ferocious Sword Rain Pool, its "natural lethality" is far inferior to the Dawn Star that Ash is seeing now. Obviously, pure natural is beaten by artificial ones, why do the gods still seem to insist on pure natural?

"The price is that these secret realms cannot be included in the Temple of Magic, nor can they be included in any heavenly kingdom."

Death Maniac chuckled and said, "They can only be placed in the big world, and no one can monopolize them... It's funny, isn't it? The secret worlds that are born naturally will become the magician's most precious private collections, but the secret worlds that the magician personally created can gain freedom, and no one can be their master."

"Every god who has studied the secret realms of the world knows how to quickly create a secret realm, but the cost is not proportional to the benefits. Take the Dawn Star as an example. First, a light and dark wonder is used as the main body, and then a large number of gods are ordered to burn their lives as the price to force the power of the law into the light and dark wonder."

Death Maniac said:

“Although it will definitely cause a lot of waste, as long as the number of gods sacrificed is large enough, the wonders of light and darkness can quickly expand into a secret realm of the world.”

"But these rapidly catalyzing secret realms... using the word evil to describe them is a bit too naive, but they are like enchanting lotuses born from dirty land, seemingly beautiful but actually untouchable. They have no output, or rather, they use all their output to strengthen the secret realm's lethality, and they still cannot stop their infinite spread. If anyone dares to stuff them into the magic temple, just wait for themselves to be messed up from the inside out."

"In fact, they are also constantly destroying the environment in reality, but reality is strong enough to withstand their damage. As for the magicians' temples and heavens...if reality is a concrete building that can withstand earthquakes, then the God's Heaven is not even a thatched hut."

The cost is so high, but the benefits are a secret world that cannot be eaten or used. No wonder the Lord God insists on pure naturalness.

"But it's just right for this situation," Ash said.

"That's right. The quickly constructed Killing Domains are the strongest line of defense against the Forgotten." Death Maniac said, "If the Hell Demigods didn't have these five Killing Domains, they would have been killed by hundreds of thousands of Forgotten and collapsed... but they could only delay until now."

"Isn't this a good situation? They have the advantage, right?" Ash was a little confused: "Why can't they hold on?"

"Do you think the secret world really has unlimited energy?"

Hearing the question from Death Maniac, Ash was startled, then realized something and stared at the Dawn Star in the picture: "You mean..."

"The Lord God calls the wonder of the secret realm an eternal wonder because no magician has ever exhausted the resources of the secret realm, so the wonder that relies on the resources of the secret realm is naturally an eternal wonder." Death Maniac said, "One magician is not enough, ten are not enough, a hundred are not enough, but what about a thousand, ten thousand, or hundreds of thousands of magicians? Moreover, these hundreds of thousands of magicians can use the nearly unlimited energy of the World Devouring Serpent to continue the bombardment for a whole month?"

"As long as the base number is large enough, the so-called eternity can be within reach."

The death maniac's voice was indifferent, like a doctor who had seen too many dead people and was watching the last heartbeat of a dying person:

"When the six levels of hell are swallowed by the snake, everything is doomed to be in vain. All eternity will turn into fireworks, and all power will become the past, because Ouroboros... is the end of all magicians."

As if to prove the correctness of the death madness, at this time, dozens of teams of demigods suddenly emerged from all directions of the Hell Fortress surrounded by five secret areas, and rushed into the enemy camp with fearless determination.

Not to mention what their mission was, the fact that they took the initiative to leave the fortress and rush into the desperate situation was enough to show that the fortress had become so precarious that the demigods had to risk their lives to find a glimmer of hope!

The scene was like a group of flies smelling rotten meat. The Forsaken were eagerly hunting down the dozens of demigods. Ash could see the dense swarm of flies gathering in the distance, as if they were having a feast.

He saw the orc demigod turn around to intercept the Forsaken, using his fire and lightning with extreme violence, delaying his teammates' escape time by five seconds, and then melting in the thunder and flames while laughing wildly;

He saw the elven demigod blooming like a flower of death among the Forsaken, performing a dance of death in the enemy camp, shooting hundreds of thousands of flying knives every second, each of which could penetrate all defenses and bounce continuously, with both the fierceness of divine power and the magic of divine prison. Every time the elf flashed to a place to dance, it would create a death restricted area with a radius of 100 meters. He flashed six times to kill the huge swarm of flies into six blank areas, until his source power was exhausted, and he withered in the bloodiest battlefield with the most beautiful posture;

He saw the human demigod holding two swords and fighting the Forsaken in close combat. Even though he was facing countless attacks from all directions every second, the human swordsman was calm and composed, cutting through the enemy formations like flowing water, avoiding all dangers like the wind. His skills were so exquisite that even Ash couldn't help but applaud. It was not until dozens of Forsaken blocked him that his gust of wind stopped and never blew again.

He even saw a fat man holding a staff healing his companion, but he rubbed his eyes and could no longer see.