The land of Shudala.

There were bright red fire clouds floating in the sky, like blood, covering it, endless. From time to time, a few bat-winged demons of different sizes were passing by in the air with grim smiles, and their shrill cry resounded throughout the sky.

In the center of the endless sea of ​​clouds, there is a huge world channel. The surrounding continuous fire clouds appear black, which are extremely deep. On the other side of the channel is the terrifying world of hell.

This is the place where mortals live, ruled by the Black Iron Realm Warlock Grand Duke Barro, and does not belong to the affiliation of a certain huge empire. Few warlocks can notice this land, and this gives the opportunity to come to the devil, lure (harmoniously) to deceive Grand Duke Barro and cause him to fall into the embrace of hell.

The original mortal land was transformed into a strangle of life. During the more than a month of disputes, warlocks and hell creatures were born every day in this area, and death followed like a shadow and never stopped.

On the endless desolate land, Vincent stood alone.

He was wearing a simple black robe, his black hair was simply combed into a bunch, his expression was calm, and he looked at the mud under his feet.

This place is about 2,000 kilometers away from the world channel. It has experienced the devil's plunder, and the warlock has also fought with hell creatures here. At this moment, there are no creatures left, only he is standing here.

Under my feet, the pure black soil was endless, and there was a little bright red mixed with the ginseng, with a little fishy smell, and it seemed that blood was penetrated.

And this is just a superficial phenomenon.

Vinson looked quietly for a while, poked his palm out, pressed it on the ground, and pulled it to the ground.

My fingers moved a few times one after another, and continued to dig deeper underground, as if they were seducing something.

Soon, he stopped moving and his brows stretched out.

Pull your finger out of the ground. There is now something more on the tip of your finger.

It was a long black worm that was ten centimeters long.

Half of its body was covered with scales, while the other half was a worm-like body that was not big, only one centimeter in size, but it had fangs all over his mouth, biting straight on his fingers.

Although the teeth are sharp, facing the boy's hard body, it cannot even bite the skin and can only hang it on it.

Vinson knew this long worm. This is a unique creature in hell, called the black scale worm, a carnivorous creature. He likes the taste of flesh and blood very much. It is also an alchemy material that can be used to make some unique antidotes.

This kind of creature did not belong to this silver world. I thought that the world channel existed for too long, and hell had a certain connection with their world, thus deriveing ​​some unique creatures from other worlds.

He glanced at the insect carefully. Vincent took out an empty crystal bottle and pinched his fingers slightly on the insect. The whole insect trembled suddenly, as if it was threatened by some terrifying threat. He let go of his mouth and fell into the bottle.

After packing the bottle, he looked around the scenery, jumped up and left here.

It has been three days since Vinson and the warlocks from the academy arrived at Shudala.

During these days, small frictions between warlocks and hell creatures have been constantly occurring. There are few big wars. In such a small-scale struggle, the silver realm warlock does not need to fight with the devil, so he naturally did not take action. He has been collecting some materials about hell creatures to prepare for his future.

The world is vast. You have the opportunity to touch something you have never been exposed to, and you can increase your knowledge. Maybe it may have an effect some day in the future.

"However, seeing that this situation is not good, these bugs have appeared. The longer the world is connected, the more the hell creatures will adapt to the environment here, and their strength will be more exerted. Nearby, I can already smell the scent of sulfur that belongs to hell."

During the flight, Vincent's heart was a little heavy.

And when he compared the information in his mind, his heart felt much better.

This world war was nominally an invasion of hell, but in essence it was just a reckless act of a golden-level devil. The difference is huge.

"The world of hell is ancient and powerful, and there are so many golden-level powerful people. If that world really starts war against our world, then we have no possibility of resistance. If it is just the impact of a golden-level devil, its ability is still limited. Whether it is the support force or the number of strong people, as long as we can continue, victory will definitely belong to us."

Vinson knew very well that by the way of division of hell, it would be impossible for the other party to find the second golden realm devil to participate in the war.

In the devil's world, the strong are the ones who are in charge of a territory, and under the leadership of a gold-level devil, it is impossible for a second gold-level devil to appear.

This is the result of the treacherous and cunning nature of this kind of race.

They do not allow similar people of the same kind to be in the same sphere of influence as themselves to avoid similar seizures of power. According to their respective divisions of regional rule, they are both guarding against each other. Even if there are things similar to friendship, they are extremely weak and difficult to generate real trust.

Therefore, in this kind of war with a world unit, it is absolutely impossible for the golden-level devil to invite an equally powerful devil to come and participate in this kind of war.

"Unfortunately, in such a large-scale war, it is difficult for me to find an opportunity to hunt the Silver Realm Devil alone, and I cannot directly enter the devil's base camp now. It is too difficult to get the mythical bloodline, so I can only wait for a good opportunity."

After thinking silently for a while, Vinson glided through the air, and a huge emerging bunker soon appeared in his sight.

This is the strategic camp for the tacticians.

It is about five kilometers in radius, with buildings in and out, and from time to time, warlocks are busy with something. Countless rune lights are shining, shining luster, and some strange alchemy arrays, as if they have been built and completed after a huge and long-lasting project.

It is hard to believe that this camp was built in just one month, and undoubtedly this is a miracle that can be shaped by alchemy.

As he landed from the sky, many warlocks around him saw him slightly and stood up to salute.

Vinson responded with a slight jaw.

He has been here for several days, and the great reputation of the mythical bloodline warlock has also allowed many warlocks to understand his existence and remember his face.

As soon as he landed, he wanted to walk to the side. A bearded warlock next to him chuckled and greeted him: "Hey, Vinson, have you gained anything after going out these days?"

Vinson turned his head, glanced at the speaker, and recognized the person. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!