Chapter 1107 Meeting

A gray mist hung over the sky, and the smell of sulfur filled the hot wind.

At the end of the sky, countless flashes of light continued to fall, and the iron pieces soaked in the precipitation of hell fell from the sky, like meteors.

The rain never stops, plunging into the cracked wasteland.

Just like the endless sea defended by Dongxia, this is the deep manifestation of countless borders outside the Russian Federation - the Iron Rain Wasteland.

The boundless land that once stretched as far as the eye could see, enough for the mechanical frontier to roam freely, is now dyed red with dark scorch marks and blood.

When the defensive fronts of all realms expanded to cover the entire thirty depths of the depth zone, this endless wasteland also expanded below the depth.

Turned into a battlefield.

Countless hordes, solidifiers, hell creatures, and even the palaces of rulers descended here, bringing war, destruction, and even the most trivial killings.

At the most dangerous time, he even broke through the fourth layer of defense and touched the edge of the current situation.

When it reversed, the mighty torrent once again flattened the tide of hell, pushing everything from the abyss back into the abyss.

It seems like a never-ending war is here.

In the endless sea, in the country of fog covering the border of America, in the realm of earth and fire in the Middle East, in the endless crypts under the infinite depths of Rome, in the labyrinth of Tianzhu, in the sky realm of Egypt...

This is the real battle of the worlds.

The struggle between reality and hell, humanity and the abyss.

But today, just today, all the disturbances have strangely stopped. Amid everyone's uneasy alert and vigilance, countless hordes and legions from hell retreated back to their fortresses and palaces.

Calm and calm.

Until the moment the door to the present realm opens.

The abyss surged like a tide, and countless eyes turned to the group of figures descending on the wasteland.

And the old man at the front of the queue in a wheelchair, driven by Russell...

He lowered his head and held the former contract in his hand.

Drowsy.

Towards the deepest part of hell, the realm shrouded in eternal thunder is approaching step by step.

"I haven't seen such a spectacular scene in many years."

In front of the border defense front, the white-haired feathered serpent smoked a cigar and said softly: "Just arriving makes the kings salute and opens the abyss... Even the master of the lineage can only be reduced to a foil."

Beside him, Xuanniao nodded: "It takes just over a hundred years to achieve such great deeds and achievements. How can such a being not be respected by others?"

Feathered Serpent was slightly dumbfounded and laughed: "I thought the Eastern Xia people would say that he could take his place."

"That's the truth, but it has to take its time."

Xuanniao replied calmly: "The world is unfair, so you might as well become a traitor and a traitor, risking your seven feet to get the unparalleled merits of the universe. But if the world is stable, why bother disturbing the peace for the sake of your own ambition?"

He thought for a moment and finally sighed:

"The world is good now."

"Yes." Feathered Serpent sighed.

Even the master of the genealogy, when witnessing such a scene, will sigh with emotion at the glory of the Republic in the past and the majesty of the Astronomical Society today.

No matter how open-minded you are, who can not envy you?

The ambitious will not refuse power, the sublime will not refuse miracles, and who can resist the temptation to control the world?

No matter it was the Feathered Serpent, the Black Bird, or the Russian Grand Pope who had been silent and silent from beginning to end, they did not hide their emotions at this moment.

After so many years, everyone is so familiar with each other. There is no need to be secretive. We must be sour together.

To be able to become the masters of the genealogy, they have experienced countless hardships and established countless miracles. Their pioneering achievements, their abilities and talents are visible to the whole world, and this talent is absolutely false.

——But why can’t it be me who has established such unparalleled achievements?

However, if sourness is sour, it will only be sour.

It is true that the world is peaceful and there is no place for heroes to use force, which is the most miserable. If the current situation were not chaotic and precarious, why would there be such a thing as a hero born from blood and tears?

If the Astronomical Society collapses, even if there is a chance to create unparalleled achievements, after making huge sacrifices and losing many heroes and companions, what meaning will the victory have?

In this way, under the gaze of the current world and hell, the queue slowly moved forward.

Finally we came to the front of the border, the limit of the abyss.

At one end of the border, three lineage masters stood, and at the other end, in the darkness, several huge silhouettes slowly emerged, waiting quietly.

The wheelchair came to the front of the border.

The drowsy old man seemed to have woken up. He raised his head and looked at the farewell people behind him: "Thank you, everyone."

No one spoke, just nodded silently, expressing admiration and blessings.

"Work is about to begin again."

Just like that, Marcus sighed, raised his skinny arms, pushed the wheelchair with all his strength, crossed the edge, and walked into hell.

In the darkness, a skeletal face like a giant sheep's head slowly emerged, with pale flames burning in the eye holes.

Identify the man in front of you.

"Mr. Marcus, I've been waiting for a long time." The messenger from the Sea of ​​Thunder said, "The door of my Lord's palace has been opened for you."

"Then please give me a push."

Marcus smiled and patted the wheelchair: "I can't walk anymore."

"It's my duty."

The sheep-headed messenger stretched out his withered claws and took over Russell's work, pushing him towards hell.

Behind him, the huge silhouette in the darkness also moved, and when his footsteps stepped down, there was a loud sound like a landslide.

Just like that, gradually fade away.

It was as if a special galloping road had been prepared for him. In just a short period of time, the endless scenes in the darkness changed, crossing barren mountains, red rivers, strange mazes, and countless manifestations of hell.

They came under the endless clouds, and the thunder circled from the sky, fluttering and wandering like countless wings, illuminating the towering city in front of them.

And that tall, narrow door that reaches into the sky.

Under the guard of the giants on the city wall, countless eyes looked down.

They have gone deep into hell and come to the throne of the ruler.

What we saw along the way was a solemn scene. There was no noise in the empty palace. The tiny wheelchairs and messengers were as insignificant as dust in front of the buildings built by the giants.

The envoy respectfully pushed the wheelchair forward, until he reached the palace palace that was gleaming with lightning under the infinite jade steps.

"I'll take you here."

The sheep-headed messenger stroked his chest and excused himself: "My king is waiting in the palace."

In this way, it retreated quietly.

The white jade steps leading to the dark peak were left behind, as well as the old man in the wheelchair.

Marcus slowly raised his head until he reached the limit, and once again saw the palace in his memory.

After years of separation, he is still so majestic and cruel.

Never show any mercy to the weak, but the strong decide the meaning and way of existence of everything.

The throne of the Great King of the Thunder Sea, the most powerful person in the world.

The weak cannot see that huge majesty, and even approaching it is their own sin.

Now, he needs to rely on his own strength to cross this final journey.

But after thinking about it again, Marcus couldn't help but sigh.

Choose to give up.

"...I can't walk up anymore." He asked helplessly, "Can't someone help me?"

silence.

There was silence for a long time, no one responded.

Until finally, as if someone was sighing helplessly, he stretched out his hand.

Above the thundercloud, a huge shadow and outline quickly emerged, turning into a giant hand that seemed to tear the entire hell apart. It stretched out, gently pinched the wheelchair and the old man on it, and lifted him up across the long distance. After many dangers and difficulties, he was sent to the gate of the palace.

Reach the sky in one step.

Now, to make it easier for him, even the threshold has been removed.

Let him push the wheelchair calmly and drive straight in.

Then, he saw the bored figure squatting at the end of the gorgeous low table in the hall, under the heavy curtains, holding his chin.

It is purely based on destruction and destruction, purely based on self-power, and is undoubtedly the strongest in the abyss!

Countless people recognize it, and countless people respect and surrender to it.

The eternal overlord of the Thunder Sea, the ruler of rulers, the king of kings.

——Lord of Thunder!

He does not have a huge body and height like other giants. Even when he sits next to the low table specially prepared for guests, his body height is less than two meters, not even as high as a newborn among the dwarf giants.

No matter who came to see him, they all thought he was a handsome and tough man.

He was half naked, with ancient totems engraved on his arms and chest.

His beard is neatly trimmed and his hair is as short as a pin.

The eyes seemed to be made of gold, shining and majestic.

"Is this specially prepared for me?"

Marcus looked around at the current-sized furnishings and couldn't help but laugh: "It's really flattering, Your Majesty."

As if he was extremely bored, the king raised his hand, randomly selected the fruits from the current situation, and threw them into his mouth: "I wanted to embarrass you on purpose."

"I know."

Marcus nodded: "I have also experienced the necessary courtesy to meet the king. However, why do you need to help me this time?"

"Because you're old, Marcus."

The Maharaja looked at the old 'old friend' in front of him, with an expression he didn't know whether it was emotion or pity: "Look, after such a short time, your body has become so decayed, old and pitiful, as if melted into The iron of time.

Despite this, your soul is still so beautiful and intoxicating..."

"Haha, drunk? I don't think so."

The corners of Marcus' lips raised slightly, "Maybe it's your taste that's weird, Your Majesty."

"For hell, is there any treasure greater than such a soul?"

The king shook his head and told him patiently: "My promise remains unchanged, Marcus, if you can come under my command, I will promise you the position of ruler.

When you experience this eternal joy of hell in my palace, you will understand how short-lived and fragile everything you love is. "

Marcus nodded slightly: "It's really exciting."

"But you have to refuse, right?" The monarch shook his head indifferently: "I don't mind if you refuse or get angry, but you can think about it."

"Let's forget it, Your Majesty."

Marcus shook his head, ignoring the vicious looks from the rulers on both sides, and replied with a smile: "My dream is very beautiful, and what you gave me cannot compare to it."

In the short silence of death, the shoulders of the monarch squatting at the end of the low table trembled slightly, and the entire sea of ​​thunder echoed with earth-shattering thunder.

Like the laughter coming from the Great Lord, a terrifying roar echoed.

Trampling all the eardrums.

"Who is the hell between us, Marcus?" The monarch laughed, leaning forward and backward, "Who is the crazy side between us?"

"If you don't have enough madness, how can you have the determination to fight against hell." Marcus replied calmly.

"Then go crazy, keep your reserve and pride, and love what you love, Marcus. Only you have the privileges I promised, so you can be called a soul recognized by me."

The king nodded, no longer trying to retain this treasure that did not belong to him, but raised his head and asked: "So, Marcus, as the messenger of my enemy, why are you here?"

"The remnants of the old world."

Marcus answered straightforwardly:

"Your Majesty, today I want to get back the fragments of Gaia."

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