Imperial City Royal Mage Association, Office of the President.
"Listening to your request, I can probably guess your purpose."
Behind the table, the newly promoted old mage took only a tenth of a second to distinguish the consistency of the space-time coordinates and the remaining fluctuations. He raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him, frowned and said: "You are going to the abyss. ?”
"Yes." Joshua replied simply: "I want to go."
"Nothing in this world can stop you." Nostradamus shook his head slightly, and he said helplessly: "As long as you want, you can do it, but I still have to make it clear."
When he said this, he leaned back on the comfortable armchair, then stretched out his right hand and rubbed his forehead, seeming to be recalling something: "The abyss is very dangerous - this is true for anyone, not just legends. , even gods must be careful in it.”
Because it is a dead world. In that time and space that is decaying and dissipating bit by bit, any incredible or extremely dangerous things are possible. Even the strong and immortal can easily fall into this trap. Trapped in it, just like the two five-color dragon kings who disappeared many years ago.
"Listen, I know the two masters Joshua, Barnier and William. The fluctuations in space and time were caused by Barnier. They went directly to the abyss on their own initiative. It is impossible for the two legendary mages to enter without any preparation. Different world."
After thinking for a while, Nostradamus planned to try to persuade the soldiers, but as expected, Joshua looked unmoved, so much so that the old mage who wanted to use his rich life experience to educate the other party just said After being able to close his mouth, he shook his head with some regret: "Forget it, I can't stop you - yes, the breath is the same, and the teleportation target of the time and space fluctuation is the sixth layer of the abyss."
"Anyway, if you really want to go to the abyss, you must be careful. It is different from the normal world. It is a place where the debris of all things gather, and all dangers are in it."
"Thank you." On the other side, faced with the old mage's slightly nagging instructions, Joshua did not feel impatient. He even smiled. After expressing a brief thanks to Nostradamus, the warrior lowered his head and said in a low voice to the thing in his hand: "Let's go, remember to lead the way."
The Balrog Syndicate, which was housed in a half-human-high transparent cylindrical crystal jar, looked with despair at the two legendary strongmen in front of it discussing how to go to the abyss. It felt that something was wrong, but with most of its power sealed, it had no trace of it. The only way to escape from this 'cage' is to curl up into a slime-like ball to escape reality, and pray - well, it's a devil, and praying to no one will not work.
Joshua's actions were always vigorous and resolute. Under Nostradamus's perception, the legendary warrior who walked out of the office and his black dragon mount left neatly with the imprisoned Balrog. The old mage didn't even see a trace of thinking in this man's actions. He seemed to have determined his actions and even the trajectory of his life a long time ago, and since then, he has been fulfilling them without hesitation. .
Slowly getting up from the big chair covered with soft cashmere cushions, Nostradamus came to the window of the Royal Mage Association office. He stared at the warrior's back until the other party left the city and the Imperial Capital's magic circle, breathing It also left the range of his perception, and then he whispered to himself softly: "It is always difficult for humans to understand each other."
The old mage has known this for a long time, just as those nobles will never understand him, and he will never understand the nobles.
If a commoner becomes a strong person due to various 'accidents' and struggles, then it is natural for him to join the upper class, become part of the nobility, and become the new upper class. Then in order to maintain his status and the privileges of his descendants, This then blocks the upward channels for other civilians.
How foolish.
In this multiverse filled with darkness and evil, they hold the inheritance that can make most people become extraordinary people. However, instead of thinking about everyone in the world, they single-mindedly suppress their own kind and ignore diversity. The countless threats and terrors in the universe are focused on this mere acre of land in front of them, blocking the possibility of the future for the meaningless inheritance of tiny rights. This kind of short-sightedness, this kind of aristocratic thinking logic, the old man cannot understand.
This is just the simplest part of the logical conflicts. In fact, all the conflicts are enough to write another two-million-word paper. The logical conflicts in all aspects of human beings are endless. Just like the old mage actually doesn't understand Israel that well. The way you cultivate your offspring is like he has never been able to understand Joshua's behavior pattern.
But the difference between the two men is not jarring.
It is precisely because of these differences that humans are interesting.
Unlike the nobles, Nostradamus admired them, so he was willing to help them.
Of course, it's not all because of this reason. Thinking of this, the old mage looked away from the window, smiled and sat back behind his desk, then closed his eyes and let his mind escape into the void.
More importantly, he wanted to see what kind of storm this young, restless legendary warrior would stir up in the long-silent abyss of the multiverse soon.
At the same time, accompanied by the shrill wail of the Abyss Magic Book, on the deserted grassland outside the imperial capital, Joshua once again used brute force to forcefully open the Book of Ibon, forcing it to open the summoning space-time rift leading to the abyss. .
Deadly silent, oppressive, the atmosphere filled with the smell of burning sulfur and rich radiation toxins instantly gushes out from the narrow space-time channel. The abyss with relatively high pressure continuously sprays huge amounts of poisonous gas, causing the surrounding large areas of spring green grassland to suddenly turn yellow and wither. , although the Balrog contained in the jar could not sense changes in the atmosphere of the outside world, it still subconsciously squirmed its highly toxic radiation body, trying to get back to its 'hometown'.
Both the warrior and the black dragon girl standing beside him looked indifferent. The sulfurous smell and poison in the abyss were nothing to them. Joshua waved his hand casually, and the atmosphere full of chaos and death immediately dissipated like a natural enemy, no longer surging, and the withered yellow earth instantly returned to green.
"Let's go." He said, then he carried the Balrog and took the lead into the space-time rift - Joshua seemed a little disgusted that the passage was too small, so he kicked him, and immediately the space-time rift expanded obediently. More than half.
It feels no different than inside a volcano.
After the space-time rift expanded, the black dragon girl followed the warrior happily. She thought with some excitement: No wonder the master only took me out to play this time. I will definitely envy Dead Firefly and Rin when I go back!
Just as one person, one dragon, and one demon disappeared into the cracks in time and space, this inconspicuous passage quickly closed, leaving no trace on the Mycroft Continent.
[Confusion breeds destruction, and uneasiness breeds despair.
—Diary of the Abyss, Volume 3, Chapter 17.]
When Joshua crossed the rift in time and space and stepped on the gray-black ground made of black gravel and poisonous sludge, he couldn't help but tremble slightly. The warrior's body was flashing with weak light arcs of light silver. The 'Power of Steel' was responding to the existence of certain things, but it was not until the black dragon girl also stepped through the space-time channel and the cracks closed that Joshua nodded slightly and then closed his eyes.
Time went back in his brain, light and shadow intertwined in his mind, and countless illusions, or images of the past, flickered in his consciousness.
The world was frozen in a winter seven thousand years ago.
At that time, the black gravel was still fertile soil, and the poisonous land was still a vibrant jungle and grassland. On the top of a hill unknown to Joshua, he looked at a city not far away - a spiral raised city. Metal spiers and spiderweb-like translucent pipes make up this spectacular city, and the intelligent lifeforms of the carapace-like Hexapods built it. The top of the metal spire was submerged in the clouds, and shuttle-shaped vehicles shuttled back and forth in the pipes. They connected every corner of the city, like blood vessels.
At this moment, the world is still prosperous. All kinds of creatures that the warriors have never seen live in the vibrant grasslands and jungles. The civilization of the insect people is integrated with nature. They use the heat of underground magma to drive the operation of huge steel machines. , building spectacular buildings one after another like a honeycomb, everything is so stable, and everyone is full of hope for the future.
At the same moment, an undercurrent is raging in the middle of civilization. In order to compete for the leadership of the world, several large insect countries do not hesitate to provoke wars in every corner of this peaceful continent. They use agents to fight against each other and engage in crazy arms races. One kind after another of terrifying war machines was manufactured and then mounted on the most advanced weapons, and a world war was about to break out.
So time is frozen here. At this time, technology exploded and developed, all kinds of novel things were invented, civilization was still not extinguished, the world still had hope, the land was fertile, the jungles were green, the air exuded the refreshing fragrance of vegetation, and there were unknown Birds fly in the sky.
This scene of their peaceful life was engraved in the history of this world by the power of steel and will last forever.
But Joshua looked at the world. Guided by the resonance of the power of steel, his gaze penetrated the entire paused illusion, looking at the 'future' that would never come in this solidified world, that is, the seven thousand people in this land. 'past' years ago.
The roaring warhead descended, and huge mushroom clouds rose in the city of spiral spiers. The solid metal buildings festered and fell like melted ice cream under the high temperature. Countless high-strength glass pipes were blown away by the terrifying shock wave. Turned into crystal debris flying all over the sky, countless insect-men were killed in an instant, and the remaining ones also died of high fever and poison. The originally prosperous city turned into huge lava pits.
Thick black clouds were formed out of thin air in just a few seconds. Thunderclouds rolled, lightning storms raged, thick thunder pillars fell like rain, and violent currents killed all living creatures, destroyed all high-precision metal objects, and also destroyed all objects. The remnants of civilization have been completely wiped out, and not even a microbe can survive on this earth filled with the smell of ozone burnt.
The strange plague spreads, and death spreads in silence. There is no dazzling light and shadow, and there is no thrilling process. The end of a city is just a few coughs that are not straightforward. The second time when everyone is bedridden. In the early morning, there was no longer any living thing other than microorganisms in the metal spire, and there was no longer any shuttle-shaped vehicle running inside the busy pipes in the past.
Thousands of bugs died in a sudden, mutually destructive war like this. Their civilization and world were destroyed by their own hands. The survivors were filled with hatred, but they didn’t know who to talk to. The survivors were uneasy. , the destruction called Wasteland left them all speechless.
They can only struggle to survive, reproducing painfully from generation to generation in a world they destroyed. One thousand years have passed, and two thousand years have passed. The world continues to fall into the deepest part of the multiverse, and they have also mutated into what they have never been. Just as you imagined, in the third millennium, a new layer was added to the bottomless abyss, and a new member appeared in the nearly endless category of demons.
All this happened in just a thousandth of a second. This short time could not even allow people to do anything, but for the warrior, he watched the destruction of a civilization.
Joshua opened his eyes, his eyes still bright, like fire.
The warrior did not hate or like these illusions. He raised his head and stared at the desolate waste plain in front of him. This was a common scene in most worlds in the abyss. Joshua crossed his arms and scanned silently. Looking at this world, the scenes seven thousand years ago overlapped with those seven thousand years later. He seemed to understand something, but he shook his head again.
Joshua Van Radcliffe. The legendary warrior, the agent of the power of steel, the successor of the sage.
The King of Burning Souls.
Knowing the past and destruction of a world is the duty of the Soul-Burning King - the World Bearer. No matter which world he goes to or which corner of the multiverse he goes to, things will not change at all. The world that is still prosperous will show off and will The most prosperous side of civilization is shown to him, while the ruined world laments, reappearing with the scene of its own destruction, as a warning to all civilizations that still exist.
This is his privilege and his responsibility.
Joshua suddenly remembered the words of the God of Power.
Have no mercy. The words spoken by the rigid God of Justice not long ago echoed in his heart. Don't be merciful, because this is arrogance. Faced with the destruction and doomsday brewed by wisdom itself, no one, not even God, can speak of mercy and salvation. Human beings who are still alive only need to learn lessons carefully and warn themselves.
Those sad survivors are already demons.
However, even so, the warrior couldn't help but think of the sage.
The kind-hearted young man who wanted to save all sentient beings, the young man who grew up to seek peace through tough means, the sage who quietly watched the development of civilization and the world.
The last scene shows an old man standing in front of the endless passage of time and space. He stands in front of the world and all living beings, leading the gods to fight against endless evil.
he. Joshua couldn't help but think. If it were him, if it was a sage, if it was this person who also held the power of the Burning Soul King, what would he think
I don’t know, so I’m curious.
Joshua has never been so curious about a person, so he wants to try to understand the idea that has long disappeared in the other side of the multiverse.
The sage once went to the abyss and obtained the prototype of the Azure Orb.
Therefore, warriors also have to go to the abyss.
"Syndicate, come out."
Throwing out the crystal jar in his hand, Joshua lifted the seal and released the Balrog. The Syndicate, who was in great pain because of being stuffed in the jar, immediately turned into a red light and sprang out. It looked like an ooze monster. The black sticky body immediately ignited with blazing fire, transforming it into a pure flaming human form.
Logically speaking, the Balrog should run away as much as possible at this time and get out of the warrior's control, but it couldn't help but did not do so. It knelt respectfully in front of Joshua, waiting for the other party's next order.
"This is the sixth level of the abyss, the Molten Sea Hell." Scanning the surrounding land, the warrior quickly analyzed the abyss he was in. He calmly issued an order: "I'm here to find someone this time - you're right I am familiar with the abyss, so I will lead the way to find other demon territories."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Even though it already knew that the other party was actually a human being and not some demon king, the Balrog still called Joshua this way according to the habit of the abyss. At the same time, its simple mind also There are some little thoughts surging around, so I am willing to listen to the other party's advice.
Of course, the warrior could see the thoughts of a mere Balrog, but he didn't care. After letting the Balrog go out to explore the way, Joshua turned to look at Hei who had run a few hundred meters away and was looking around curiously. Snapped his fingers.
When she heard her master's permission, the black dragon girl immediately let out a cheer - along with an astonishing wave of magic power and a huge roar that shocked the body and mind, a giant black dragon that was ten stories high and thirty to forty meters high appeared like this. above the gray-black wasteland, and then let out an excited dragon roar.
"hold head high----"
When the black dragon was roaring, Joshua was already standing on top of the black dragon's head. The armor transformed from the power of steel appeared around him, covering him in an instant. Under the dragon's head helmet, he could see Two scarlet light spots flashed, and the warrior stroked the strong and sharp horns of the black dragon beside him, and chuckled: "Let's go."
—Nostradamus did not understand the abyss.
The soldier thought so. The most he knows about the abyss is nothing more than some documents or brief communication when summoning demons, which is too superficial.
But he is different. He has been to the abyss, many times. He knows how to move around in the abyss, and he also knows how to find people in this strange world of the abyss.
That is to be as high-profile as possible.
He stood on top of the dragon's head, his helmet hiding his smile.
There's absolutely no need to be so cautious. Even the dead world is still a world. As long as he is strong enough, there is no difference. Ordinary people can walk their dogs in the Mycroft continent. As a legendary strong man, he can walk his dragon in the abyss.
"Follow the Syndicate, and the rest is up to you." The soldier said, "Run away however you want."
When the black dragon heard the words, it immediately let out an excited dragon roar. With the roar, a hot red storm carrying a huge amount of fire elements suddenly appeared in front of it. It swept across the earth and swept away large areas of wasteland. It blew away, forming a sky full of smoke and dust, and the dragon just stepped through the smoke and started running rapidly after the prominent flaming figure in front.
Joshua's journey into the abyss officially begins!
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I bought a new computer and the update was late. It took me 5 hours to install it yesterday. I was almost blinded when I plugged in those power cords on the motherboard...
The difference between the Abyss and the Evil God is classified in the settings as 'self-destruction' and 'unwillingness to be terminated by others'
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