After counting the harvest, Martin stood up and looked into the distance. He had already made a decision in his heart - to go to the hell plane to see the latest situation.
Now that the place has been initially controlled, the addition of several new cluster-level dragon knights has allowed his power to leap to the peak of the planetary level.
He secretly estimated that if he could be promoted to the star cluster level, the opportunity to break through his current realm would be just around the corner.
Martin raised his hand and waved it lightly. Ripples appeared in the space in front of him, and a dark crack slowly opened.
He stepped in and his figure instantly disappeared into the crack.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of the plane passage of the Broken Bone Plain.
The dragon knights guarding the area immediately knelt on one knee upon seeing His Majesty's presence, their armor clashing in unison. "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Martin looked at the mottled scars on their armor and the unwavering determination in their eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You are all warriors of the empire."
"With you guarding this place, the empire can have a solid foundation and thrive."
The dragon knights responded in unison, their voices resounding across the plains: "To serve His Majesty faithfully and to fight for the Empire is our life's mission!"
Martin smiled and nodded, motioning them to stand up, then turned and walked into the plane passage.
After passing through the barrier of intertwined energy, the scene in front of me suddenly changed - under a gray sky.
The scorched earth stretched into the distance, and the air was filled with a faint smell of sulfur. It was the hell plane that had been initially leveled.
At this time, the Void Dragon King circled over, and rubbed Martin's shoulder armor affectionately with its dragon head, and its scales glowed with a faint blue luster in the dim light.
Eric and other star cluster dragon knights all knelt on one knee. The sound of armor clashing echoed in the empty Hell Plane: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Martin raised his hand to signal the dragon knights to stand up.
He looked around and said, "I heard from Hill before that the Gods' Plane can be found here."
"She saw angels entering the Hell Plane in droves. You will be stationed in the Hell Plane from now on to find out the specific coordinates of the Gods Plane."
"Follow the clues and invade the Gods' plane. This place will be used as an outpost. By the way, Eric, this star map is for you."
Martin handed the star map directly to Eric.
Eric understood His Majesty's intention, excitedly took the star map, and saluted Martin again.
He smiled, then looked towards the obsidian mountains floating in the distance, his tone growing graver. "Although this Hell plane is more orderly than the rumors say, it's completely different from my impression. It seems suitable for human habitation."
As Martin spoke, he continued to move forward, and the dragon knight behind him quickly followed.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar consciousness took the initiative to initiate a conversation with him. He looked back at Eric and the others, and after confirming that no one noticed anything unusual, he connected with it after a moment's hesitation.
The consciousness said bluntly, "Your Majesty, I am the consciousness of the Hell Plane, and I pledge my loyalty to you."
Martin shook his head slightly, and the light of the star map on his fingertips dimmed a little: "I don't see any sincerity. What can you give me?"
The consciousness responded hastily, its voice filled with urgency: "Your Majesty, I can immediately stop the demon production in the Abyssal Rift."
"Draw the energy from the plane's core to transform the environment—let vegetation grow on the scorched earth, and turn the poisonous mist into clear dew.
Furthermore, as long as it's something or a creature within the Hell Plane, even if it's hidden in the deepest Bone Prison or Ice Abyss, I can instantly locate it and guide you."
Martin looked up at the sky. The lead-gray clouds were moving slowly, and it seemed that there was really a faint energy changing quietly.
He pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Sounds good. Okay, I'll give you this chance. Don't let me down."
"Yes, yes! We will definitely fulfill our mission!" The consciousness responded excitedly, and then fell silent.
Martin severed the connection and returned his gaze to his surroundings. The obsidian floor beneath his feet had, unknowingly, begun to glow with a faint green.
Several plants with dark red leaves are emerging from the cracks in the rocks, emitting a faint vitality.
Beside the sulfur spring in the distance, the originally churning mud suddenly became clear, reflecting the outline of the sky.
He walked slowly forward, his fingertips brushing against a new plant. The leaves trembled slightly, transmitting gentle energy fluctuations.
It seems that the consciousness is really serious - this once desolate hell plane is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But is it really that simple?
Is it really so easy for the consciousness of the hell plane that is related to the devil to surrender?
I'm afraid there's something fishy going on.
Martin sorted out the whole story in his mind and then communicated through his consciousness.
Inform Eric and other dragon knights, and specifically tell them to hold back for the time being and not to make any noise - they still need to rely on the power of this consciousness to change the environment.
He still doesn't know how to upgrade the light column plane to the higher plane. Martin thought of the trading star realm. It seems that he has to go and check it out after a while.
Just as Martin was thinking.
The consciousness of the hell plane was still working hard to channel the malevolent energy in the rift, but occasionally it flashed across the eyes of Martin and others, hiding an elusive light.
Martin walked around the hell plane, glanced around, and was quite satisfied with the environment here.
In particular, although the energy here is complex, it will not restrict the strength of the dragon knights. Instead, it allows them to move freely here, which is more conducive to rest and recuperation.
He didn't stay any longer and prepared to return. Before leaving, his consciousness sank into his mind and contacted Betan: "Bring the dragon to the Hell Plane to recuperate. This place is suitable for it to recover."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Betan's voice sounded in his consciousness, crisp and clear.
Martin turned to look at Eric and ordered, "When Betan comes with his dragon, go meet them and make sure they arrive safely."
Eric nodded: "I understand."
After finishing the explanation, Martin turned and walked towards the plane passage, his figure disappeared into it, and he returned to the light column plane.
After leaving the plane channel, Martin directly cut open a space crack and flew in.
The next second, he arrived at the palace of Yulong City and prepared to start recruiting troops.
Some stellar and planetary dragon knights were promoted to be responsible for cleaning up the small and medium-sized planes attached to the higher-level planes.
Betan and other star cluster-level dragon knights are responsible for the main attack, those tough "bones".
Having made up his mind, he immediately contacted the deans of the various Loyalty Colleges in his mind.
Let them independently select one hundred dragon knight candidates and send them to the imperial capital, and he will personally oversee the selection.
The deans all expressed their understanding and immediately began to prepare.
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