Chapter 825: Coming at the Wrong Time

"It hasn't been opened yet, but the space channel has clearly taken shape..."

As the head of the third regiment of the ninth army under the Honghuang Heavenly Court, the immortal Feimian, who is responsible for the exploration of the outer planes, is now facing the most anxious wait in his life... Even when he truly became an immortal, he has never been so anxious.

What a joke, that's the main god space! The main god space suddenly appeared and disappeared 18,000 years ago. I don't know how much merit I have accumulated, and how many times the human race's luck resonance plan has resonated on me, before I realized from the subordinate planes that a lucky kid has the qualifications to enter the main god space... For this, I not only spent countless cultivation to cover up the secrets of heaven, but also gave up countless costs to welcome this moment of harvest!

Feimian can even feel that there are double-digit members of the reincarnation team in this plane. If he could follow the clues and enter the main god space himself, then the celestial immortal level cultivators would be a piece of cake, and the golden immortal level would be within his reach. Even the "venerable" level cultivators, who have only been around since the beginning of the world, might get a glimpse of them...

The wait before dawn was the most difficult. Just when Feimian was like an ant on a hot pot, and couldn't even suppress his heartbeat, he suddenly felt that the plane channel was about to open -

"Pass my order, the whole army is going!"

Feimian's slightly impatient voice sounded in the ears of all members of the third group at this moment.

...

"My chosen one has clearly completed the sacrifice, why can't the plane channel be opened for my army to march straight in?"

In the void, a cloud with lightning and constant changes kept flashing, sometimes turning into strange, smiling faces and kaleidoscope-like fiery colors, confusing and dazzling.

That is Tzeentch, one of the four Chaos Gods, a junior saint belonging to the prehistoric races, and famous for his cunning, calculations and conspiracies.

Unlike the other three junior saints, Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, who are also the four Chaos Gods and are fighting fiercely with the local strongmen of the world of Fairy Sword and Fairy at the "Heavenly Scar", Tzeentch is the most cunning and changeable one.

After all, even if they are all the prehistoric races, the relationship between the four Chaos Gods is not ironclad. Internal strife and calculations are commonplace, and betrayal and conspiracy are also common... If it weren't for the fact that the power of the prehistoric races was not strong compared to the human race that firmly occupied the prehistoric continent, I'm afraid that the small group of four junior saints would have already fallen apart and fought fiercely.

But compared to the secrets of the main god space, everything can be put aside for the time being. After all, a chosen one who entered the main god space is also rare in the entire multiverse, and its difficulty is no less than obtaining an innate spiritual treasure.

Therefore, when Kuelena sacrificed herself to open the plane channel, Tzeentch immediately felt it and decisively left the clone containing half of his power in the main battlefield, while the main body came here secretly, intending to bypass the defense line of the world will through Kuelena's sacrifice and monopolize this opportunity...

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-Then, when the regular army of the human race of the prehistoric heaven led by Feimian and the followers led by Tzeentch filed out of the void portal and met outside the plane of the Legend of Sword and Fairy, the scene instantly became very embarrassing.

As we all know, the prehistoric myriad races and the prehistoric heaven are mortal enemies among mortal enemies. Not only do the two have a blood feud that has lasted for billions of years, but they are still in a hostile state until today... The myriad races have always wanted to take back their own prehistoric continent, and the human race, under the vigorous propaganda of a certain unnamed venerable cultivator, wrote the sentence "The dead prehistoric myriad races are the good myriad races" into the military order.

Logically speaking, the two sides would inevitably start a bloody battle the moment they met... But in the face of sufficient interests, that is, in front of the members of the Samsara team belonging to the main god space in the plane in front of them, all conflicts can be temporarily put aside.

For this reason, in the eyes of the shrewd Tzeentch and the well-planned Non-face, they secretly invaded from this back door when most of the defense forces of the Legend of Sword and Fairy plane were at the "Heavenly Mark"... For greater interests, they can even temporarily put aside the blood feud between the tribes.

Of course, both Tzeentch and Non-face understood that this superficial peace was not even as good as waste paper, and it was normal to stab in the back or suddenly turn against them. But until the plane channel was opened, as "smart people", they would not be the first bird to stand out -

And at this moment, something suddenly flew out from the nearly formed space channel.

It was a blood-colored ball of light. Although it was extremely small, it attracted the attention of everyone present in an instant... In other words, at such a tense moment, even if a fly flew out of the space channel, it would attract their attention.

Especially this was not a fly, but a bat, a bat that Zheng Zha rolled into a ball and was later used as a guinea pig by Chu Xuan for a long time.

"Haha, I, Reinhard, finally got out of the cage today!"

After the blood-colored ball of light flew out, it suddenly expanded and turned into a handsome blond man with bat wings on his back. Although his face was extremely pale, he just turned into a human form and laughed before he could see the surrounding environment clearly: "It's true that there is always a way out. I finally got the chance to escape!"

"Next, I-"

Before Reinhard could finish speaking, his words suddenly stopped, because it was only then that he finally saw everything in front of him clearly.

——On one side is a neat military formation, including densely packed large and small battleships, as well as countless cultivators, soldiers, mechas, and magic weapons with thousands of layers of colorful light.

——On one side are inexplicable creatures with different shapes and species, but without exception, they are all covered with strange colors and have chaotic and disorderly characteristics. Most of them have wings on their backs and look like strange birds, which is daunting.

But without exception, the tens of thousands of members of the two camps all stared closely at Reinhardt, who was between the two parties, and from time to time there were whispers...

"The main god space..."

"Members of the Samsara Team..."

"A secret that even a saint would like to seek..."

"Eighteen thousand years later, finally..."

At first there were whispers, then loud noises. At this moment, all the creatures present who saw Reinhard became commotion, like a highly contagious virus that began to spread rapidly within this space. It made Reinhard feel like he was naked in a net surrounded by countless hungry wolves. He would be eaten up as soon as the leader gave the order...

"Gudu."

Looking at the scene in front of him that was beyond imagination and would never appear even in a dream, Reinhard swallowed his saliva first, then pinched his thigh hard. When he felt the severe pain, this person was "free" "The captain of the West Sea Team twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, showing an expression that was uglier than crying——

"Did I... come at the wrong time?"

"boom!"

Earth, fire, water and wind surge together——

Reinhardt's answer was a full-force collision between two forces that exceeded the fourth level limit and belonged to the "Saint" and the "Immortal"! (End of chapter)