The Abyss is a collection of all ugliness, evil, and chaos reflected through infinite levels and countless changes. As the countless levels spiral downward, it comes down to the extreme of brutality. Traditional knowledge believes that the Abyss has 666 layers, although the actual number of layers may be far more than this. After all, as a whole, the Abyss is far more terrifying than traditional cognition can encompass.
The plants and animals in the abyss are all very aggressive, and the main intelligent life forms among them are various kinds of demons.
There are many races of demons, and different abyssal planes often have different unique demons. Their body structures are completely different, and they have different abilities, but most of them have melee abilities that surpass humans, and can use various spells.
Demons are irritable, malicious, arbitrary, violent, amoral and unpredictable. They are committed to destroying and destroying everything (including their own kind) and take this as their lifelong pleasure. They often invade other planes, bringing destruction and terror. They resist order, and even the Lord of the Abyss cannot make them do things in a completely orderly manner. Unless they are controlled by spells, they will never unite or have planned actions. The idea of the last moment will be overturned in the next moment. They are powerful and evil lunatics.
Worms: They are the initial stage of demons and are also the favorite food of demons.
A worm does not have to evolve, in which case it can grow to the size of a dragon (provided it is not eaten or killed before then).
If they evolve (the larvae can evolve by killing and eating each other), they will change into other demons according to the region and their respective situations, such as inferior demons, small demons like Ross worms, etc.
Demons can choose whether to evolve or not. They can stay in their original demonic state and strengthen themselves, or they can continue to evolve. There is no unique process for demonic evolution.
The demons of the Abyss see visitors as a source of food or entertainment. Some demons see powerful visitors as potential recruits (whether they are willing or not) to join the Blood War, the never-ending war between demons and devils who reside in the Nine Hells.
The Abyss has more layers than anyone, mortal or divine, can imagine. Some of the most notable are described below.
Vision in the Abyss is normal, except when inhibited by environmental conditions on certain levels. In addition, unless otherwise noted, an infernal sun, a ghostly red glow, or a similarly unpleasant light illuminates all levels of the Abyss.
Each layer of the Abyss offers its own unique, horrific environment. Despite their harsh, desolate nature, there is no single theme that covers all of the diverse levels. There may be lakes of corrosive acid, clouds of toxic smoke, caves with razor-sharp spikes, and landscapes of scorching lava. There are also less deadly terrains, such as scorching salty deserts, toxic breezes, and insect-infested plains.
As the first of these levels, the Wanyuan Plain is undoubtedly the area with the largest population and the widest food chain.
Wanyuan Plain.
The top of the countless layers of the Abyss. It is a barren land with no human habitation, no grass, and thick dust, scorching under the deep red sun of hell. Three landforms are interspersed between the dusty plains: the great abyss on the surface, the huge steel fortress, and the Styx.
These abysses at the top are portals to deeper levels. Descending into certain abysses will quickly bring a traveler to the relevant layer, though a random jump into abysses that lead to an unknown dimension of the Abyss is extremely dangerous. Most abysses have two-way entrances, but some are only one-way, abandoning travelers to the new level.
The iron fortresses here often house powerful demons and their minions. These fortresses often serve as staging areas for demonic armies en route to the never-ending bloody war. Some of the largest battles of that war took place on this layer and beyond, as well as in the nearby Outer Plane.
The Styx winds through this layer, with some channels pouring into the abyss, while other abysses gush out sewage as tributaries of the main stream of the Styx.
As a plane with a vast area, many dark creatures make a living here. In addition to the demons unique to the abyss, skeleton warriors, liches, minotaurs, and sheep demons are also residents here.
Although the environment is harsh, there are too many camps here, large and small, scattered across the vast land. The dual scarcity of environment and food has led to fighting being a very common situation.
In this environment, there is no real meat. For a demon, except for its own tribe, others such as sheep demons and minotaurs can be turned into food to be tasted.
For the Minotaur, demons are delicious ingredients. Compared to the rotten corpses found in the wild, the meat of a succubus is definitely the most delicious delicacy.
Keep yourself out of trouble.
It does not apply in this environment. When facing provocation, there are only two ways to go: one is to defeat the opponent, cripple or kill him! The other is to be defeated by the opponent and cripple or kill yourself.
There is no morality or ethics, and the killing never stops.
This is the abyss.
However, no matter where you are, there will always be some exceptions, just like even in the most prestigious schools, there will be some criminals.
In the abyss, occasionally there appear some races that do not make a living by killing.
Cat people.
This is a kind of orc.
Half-orcs are hot-tempered and sullen. They would rather act than think, and fight than argue. But the successful half-orcs are those who have enough self-control to survive in civilized areas, not those who are crazy. Half-orcs enjoy simple pleasures such as feasting, drinking, boasting, singing, wrestling, drumming, and wild dancing. Educated pleasures such as poetry, elegant dancing, and philosophy do not appeal to them. In the right kind of gathering, half-orcs are a talent.
Orcs love scars. They view scars from battle as badges of honor, and scars from ornamentation as things of beauty. Any half-orc who lives among orcs or around them has scars, either as humiliating marks of enslavement and former halfling masters, or as honorable markers of conquest and high status.
The representative half-orcs with this kind of personality are lizardmen, gnolls, and some beings with the genes of ferocious beasts.
The cat people, on the other hand, are the outliers among the orcs. They are neither bloodthirsty nor cruel. Unless their lives are at stake, they rarely attack their enemies.
Perhaps it has something to do with their character. They love peace, but in the abyss, this is obviously attributed to cowardice.
Unlike the goblins, the cats are timid in that they hide and conceal themselves. When a disaster occurs, the first thing they think about is not how to resist, but how to avoid the enemy's invasion as quickly as possible.
This is very passive.
This means that when a battle breaks out, once the cat people are caught up by the enemy, it indicates that there is a possibility of extermination of the entire clan.
The cat tribe in the abyss is already very rare. The harsh environment is one reason, but the malice from the surrounding neighbors is also a major reason.
As companions of the orcs, the gnolls particularly like to invade this timid tribe. They will kill strong men and weak children, and then plunder female cats as their slaves, abusing them day and night.
This is an experience worse than death.
Few captives could return to the camp alive. Their bodies were badly damaged soon after being captured, and when the novelty wore off, it meant that they might be killed.
This is cruel.
But this is the real abyss.
… … … … …
A camp of cat people.
This is a tribe of only more than 600 people. In the abyss, a tribe of this level is not even considered medium-sized, and among them, it is rare to see companions who are slightly older.
Where did they go
Food shortages and approaching battles are the reasons why the elderly disappear. Old age means losing the strength to take up weapons, which leads to tragedy.
Abandoned, left behind.
Of course, they would not be thrown out for no reason. Only when the tribe members needed them would these abandoned people pack their luggage and walk away silently.
And now.
Hundreds of cats gathered together.
This is a picture that is very rare to see.
Fulla stood in the crowd, as if waiting for something.
This boxing master who could calmly break the head of a berserker demon now seemed a little anxious. She looked back to the left and right from time to time, and her pair of delicate hands seemed to be at a loss as to where to put them.
Everyone is waiting.
Waiting for the long-lost promise.
Fulla shared with her tribesmen what she had seen and heard in the human world. According to them, it was a world full of sunshine and hope. Although there were many monsters, as long as they worked hard, even the lowest survivors could have a bite to eat. For this reason alone, for the cat people, it was a paradise-like place.
Does it really exist
Some people are full of curiosity.
“Look!”
The anxious wait finally got a response. When everyone had been maintaining this action for a while, a thin black crack suddenly appeared on the side of Fulla.
This thin crack was like a ray of sunshine in the morning light, slowly breaking through the darkness. Within just a few seconds, a door appeared in front of everyone.
Immediately afterwards, some aid that had already been packaged was delivered to the land. It was a whole bag of rice. After a simple washing and steaming, it could be made into rice. Although the taste was not very good, it was enough as long as it could save lives.
It's not just one bag. Under Du Men's research, rice production has been greatly increased. The entire Economic Development Zone has a grain reserve of up to 100,000 kilograms, not to mention other vegetables, fruits, and insect meat.
With so much food, Chen Feng can fully support a time-consuming war because he has the ability to do so.
In a short period of time, more than two hundred bags of rice were transported to this dimension filled with killing. After the rice was transported, bags of potatoes were also delivered.
Afterwards, some snacks, drinks, cold-resistant supplies, and finally some guns, ammunition, and crafted weapons were transported over from the human world.
In less than fifteen minutes, the entire square was filled with these supplies.
Fulla bent down, cut open a package, and took out a bag of snacks containing biscuits. She tore the pocket with a slight tear. Then she took out a biscuit and waved to the little girl beside her.
The little girl didn't look very old, with orange hair on her head. When she saw Fulla, her ears stood up slightly, and her tail hung down obediently by her side.
An orphan.
Like herself, this girl named Hana's parents died in a battle. Perhaps because they share the same suffering, Fulla usually takes good care of her.
The little girl timidly took a few steps forward and looked at Fulla. When she saw her affirmative gaze, she picked up the biscuit and put it in her mouth.
The cookies melt in your mouth.
The little girl's eyes suddenly widened and she felt like she was dreaming, because she had never eaten such sweet food.
In the past, when the camp was short of food, they even went so far as to catch worms. You can imagine how a fat worm tastes.
Some people also smelled the fragrance of the biscuits, leaned forward, and looked at Fulla in confusion.
He doesn't care about the eyes of his tribesmen.
Fulla's eyes were completely attracted by the aid supplies in front of her. Her master did not deceive her. In fact, the supplies in front of her had exceeded her initial expectations.
food.
With these foods, the tribesmen no longer have to risk their lives by going out hunting, and the elderly no longer have to commit suicide to reduce the burden on the tribe.
Patting the little girl's head, Fulla walked to a wooden box. She raised her fist and knocked it open, revealing dozens of reinforced guns.
“Bring it up!”
Fulla gave the order.
As the guardian of the tribe, she has absolute power.
A moment later, a tied up dog-headed man was brought up. This creature with a red nose and an ugly face was still somewhat unscrupulous. Perhaps because he was sure that the cats were in his grasp, he kept shouting, mostly words of slavery and revenge.
"Noisy!"
A trace of impatience flashed across Fulla's face. She raised the gun, pointed it at the kobold, and pulled the trigger. The three actions were completed in one go. Then, there was a loud bang, and the kobold's head was blown to pieces, killing him instantly.
The cat people around gasped, obviously shocked by what they saw!
Fulla glanced at the tribesmen around her, then raised her gun high and said in an unquestionable tone: "Fight! We must take back everything that belongs to us!"
"Cat people! They are not slaves!"