"Hmm? What's the matter?"

To the north of the Gate of Sorrow, the scout camp of the Ailanfaluo Empire.

Due to the frequent outbreaks of plagues and disasters in the Kingdom of Stoke in recent times, the Southern Legion specially dispatched many scout teams to patrol the imperial defense line, and the establishment of the camp was close to the fortress standing in the mountains.

And the sudden change of the Gate of Sadness at this moment attracted the attention of most people in the scout camp here.

Although they were far apart, the surging magical energy still made them feel a sense of horror, especially the war mages accompanying the army. As mages professions, they can clearly sense the terrifying battles in the direction of the fortress.

"Damn it, what happened to the Kingdom of Stock? First there was a plague, now?" In the unknown fear, the scout could not help but shout loudly, releasing the suffocation feeling inside.

But unfortunately, with his highest strength in this camp, the rest of the people were still in a state of fear and had not woken up, so they could not answer his questions.

until.....

The terrifying sound of the roar of heaven and earth resounded throughout this area, and also woke up the weak scouts. Then many people who were cleaned up were directly nervous disordered, and the fishy smell and foul smell filled the camp.

After a moment, a huge cloud of mushrooms rose slowly, causing the recovered scouts to be in a shocking state again. The trembling body told that their nerves had reached their limit under continuous pressure.

"Ahhhhhhhh! What happened to the Gate of Sadness?" The scout could no longer suppress the humble fear in his soul, and ran to the stable in panic. Then, he ignored these subordinates and rode away directly.

He had to go to the garrison in the rear to report on the changes in the Gate of Sorrow. As for the scouts stranded in the camp, even if they survived, they would probably not be able to continue to serve as scouts in the future, and even normal soldiers could not do it.

................

Under the surging mushroom clouds, Modrian dissipated with the thick plague mist, and Svein and the others entered the broken fortress.

In the endless mud and snow, a red column of light stood in the field of view. Garna was floating above Galio's head, holding an exquisite staff, and looking at the broken mage tower with a serious expression.

"Lord, I smell a big guy, hiding in the pillar of light." Galio squatted down slightly and looked down at Modrian in front of him. The rich magic energy surged in his body.

After patting Galio's off-white soles, Modrian nodded: "I noticed." His nostrils swayed, and the bloody smell of scattered in the air made his face extremely embarrassed. His extraordinary eyes faintly penetrated the countless unjust souls floating around the Broken Mage Tower.

"I feel your anger, human... lord!"

The indifferent voice caused Modrian's emotional fluctuations. He looked at the dim red light column, and a suppressed aura was reviving. Even Galio's [Hero Appearance] could not destroy the built-in abyss passage.

It was only after entering the Gate of Sadness that Modrian sensed the smell of sulfur flowing in the storm, the air from the bottomless abyss, and the breath of a certain majestic existence.

"What is God?"

"The gods are immortal and great beings." As if they noticed Modrian's inner doubts, the red light column trembled, and a faint voice sounded.

"And you, humans..."

The next moment, Modrian felt a ruthless gaze, and a cold tremor appeared from the depths of his soul, and an inexplicable fear invaded his consciousness.

"It is a precious nutrient, of course it must be fully utilized!"

"This is... your glory!"

A sound like a declaration roared in the mushroom cloud, dispersing some dancing wind, snow, mud and dust, and lowering the silent environment.

"Ha!" The sneer broke the silence. Modrian overcame his inner fear with an angry attitude, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was extremely bloodthirsty.

"So, do you admit that the source of everything is passed down from you?"

"Grelas, the God of Plague!"

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The broken mage tower shook violently, and gravel fell on the ground. A huge shadow rose in the boiling pool of blood. Then he stepped out of the bloody sacrificial magic circle and looked at Galio and Gana, and finally his eyes fell on Modrian.

"When you read the name of the god casually, you will be punished by God!"

"But I forgive you...well...I'm curious about your identity. A human legendary force will have so many demigods and legends to serve you."

"This is something I, the god, cannot do!"

In every temple of the orderly camp in the Kaladimos continent, there will be a dedicated person to sort out many evil gods that are known to exist and record them to facilitate the actions of the knights, especially some notorious evil gods. They will not only record the power fluctuations of believers, but also leave indetailed information on the appearance and domain of the gods.

The god of plague hating Grelas, the infamous evil goddess, who hides in the bottomless abyss, has his terrifying plague ability, and is naturally concerned by all temples.

According to records, Greras prefers to spread plague to collect the hatred and despair of intelligent life to enhance her own power, especially at manipulating people's hearts and playing with souls. She develops anger into madness, and most believers are extreme and emotional.

The temple staff also left some images, depicting Grelas as a huge mushroom man, unable to see his face clearly, but his body was frivolous on the ground, and the chaotic and huge mycelium drifted like waves behind her. The color would change with his emotions or match the environment.

Modrian recalled the information obtained from his transaction with the Temple of Wealth, and focused his attention at the huge red mushroom man in front of him, which meant that the evil goddess in front of him was filled with blood and killing.

He split his mouth and looked at Dryus who could not wait to speak softly.

"So, what kind of scene would it be to kill God?"

The bright red mycelium cleaned up the surrounding garbage and gravel, and Grelas looked at the human lord. The humanized spores had a beautiful and cold face, emitting a faint evil divine light, and their red lips opened slightly: "Slaying God?! It seems that the previous victory made you lose your head, or..."

"With several legends and demigods, are you really a god who can easily kill you?"

"It's a pity that I won't even give you such a chance!" The slender and bright mycelium wrapped around the remaining mage tower, and the terrifying power burst out, shattering the rocks directly, including the red light column.

Rumble!

The red light column that penetrated the sky exploded, causing violent energy fluctuations, rolling up countless boiling and sticky blood, slightly tearing open the hole in the abyss passage, and then several extremely powerful auras rushed out of the passage.

"Let's start, little guys, follow the pre-prepared plan and explore the background of this human lord together!"
Chapter completed!