Atlant's sky has returned to color.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the sun poured down without any obstruction, illuminating the scorched earth, the Shatter flag, and falling on countless faces looking up to the sky.
The cracks tearing the sky apart have been completely erased.
Instead, there are huge collapsed holes one after another, with black cracks on the edges. At first glance, it is more shocking than the previous Abyssal Rift.
However, these cavities are healing quickly.
The space itself of Material Plane has extremely strong regeneration and repair capabilities. When Abyssal Rift rooted in the space is erased, simple space damage is not a big problem. The edges of the black cracks are shrinking inward at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It won't take long for it to be restored and the sky will be as complete as before.
The Demon Legion's front has also completely collapsed.
Without the supplement of the rift and the control of Demon General, Demon, which once surged like a tidal wave, is now just a remnant of soldiers scattered on the scorched earth.
The low-level Demon is still roaring and rushing blindly, rushing towards everything that moves, but there is no way to do it.
This is just a last ditch effort based on instinct.
High-level Demon has either escaped back to Abyss, or it was reduced to ashes when the rift was erased, leaving no remains behind.
The counterattack by the coalition forces of various countries began.
The battle flag of the Aura Legion rustled in the wind, and the emblem of Sacred Aura shined like Solar Corona.
The phalanx advanced, the infantry's shields connected into an iron wall, the cavalry's Iron Hoof crushed the scorched earth, and the magic light of the mage array lit up one after another, harvesting the remaining Demon one after another...
This is the final moment.
The previous Demon craze has now become its prey.
The sound of dragon wings breaking through the air came.
The huge wing shadow flew from the west, its wingspan blocked part of the sunlight, and cast moving shadows on the ground.
A group of giant dragons have arrived.
Fenoris flew in the front, his golden scales shining brightly.
He slowed down, and the dragon behind him also slowed down. Bronze Dragon followed beside him. At this time, he was overlooking the shapeless battlefield below, and his eyes swept over the Demon who were fleeing in all directions.
Fenoris turned his head and said, "You should know now why His Majesty said he was here to clean up the mess.
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Bronze Dragon slowly turned his head, the shock in his vertical pupils had not completely faded away.
He murmured, "After the fierce battle with Demon King, we can also defeat Abyssal Rift and destroy the Demon army----
Red Emperor, is he really just Legendary Realm?"
No one answered.
The dragons looked down at the Demon who were being strangled, and then looked up at the figure hovering between the light and the ashes in the high sky, overlooking all living beings from the clouds, making all the noise become insignificant in front of him.
Then, there was total silence.
The dragons rushing to the Atlant war zone are all Legendary Realm without exception.
In terms of age, it is at least Ancient Dragon. Each one has experienced a long time and overlooked many mortal things.
But at this moment, all experience and knowledge are crumbling.
Legendary Realm?
Can Legendary Realm really do this?
It is precisely because they are all Legendary Realm that they understand what these results of Red Emperor mean, and precisely because they know it, they find it even more incredible.
One day, how powerful will he be when he becomes Immortal Realm?
Just thinking about it is enough to make their dragon scales tremble.
Fenoris folded his wings, raised his head, and his eyes fell on the figure of Red Iron Dragon.
"The era that belongs to Dragon Race is coming because of His Majesty."
"Legendary Realm is just his beginning, and Immortal Realm is not the end. The height he reaches will be something Bernardo dragons have never reached."
Gold Dragon paused, and then said again, "And we must unswervingly implement the emperor's will and fight for the era of dragons. I believe that His Majesty is the only leader who can lead Dragon Race to greatness again. There will be no second choice."
Silver Dragon Archer nodded.
She tilted her head, her vertical pupils scanning downwards at the remaining Demon on the scorched earth, and she slightly opened her mouth, revealing a row of sharp teeth.
"Practice the Emperor's will—start by executing these Demon scum."
After she finished speaking, she folded her wings and swooped down suddenly.
Fenoris followed closely, and the rest of the Legendary Realm dragons did not hesitate. They folded their wings and dispersed downwards, their shadows crossing the sky.
The breath fell from the sky, igniting the rout of troops and turning pieces of Demon into coke.
The sharp claws scratched through the scorched earth, tearing into pieces the still struggling figure.
This is a complete hunt.
Abyssal Rift no longer exists, and Demon has lost its escape route back to its nest. They are trapped in this world with nowhere to go.
They are in Atlant, more like prey trapped in a cage.
The hunters were falling from the sky, their claws and breath weaving into an airtight web of death that was closing in faster and faster.
The sun sets in the west.
The light gradually turned from the blazing white at noon to the dim yellow, and long shadows dragged on the scorched earth.
Time passed by in the smoke of gunpowder and the roar of Demon.
Night covered the earth.
Red Iron Dragon has folded its wings, and its huge body stands on Dragon Court. He lowers his eyes and overlooks Atlant under the night, taking in a panoramic view of the battles taking place in various places.
After not looking for long, he withdrew his gaze.
There is no need for Garos to pay too much attention to finishing work like this, as someone will naturally complete it.
What he cares about is Raging Tide Dragon Realm.
Red Iron Dragon raised his head, tilted his head slightly, a shining light appeared in his eyes, True Eye passed through the layers of space and material obstacles, and landed on the Raging Waves Sea.
The ocean is still colorful.
The waves rise and fall, endlessly.
The battle between the two Deity has not ended yet, it has not stopped, and the aftermath of Divinity is still surging under the sea.
However, the level of waves on the sea surface was significantly lower.
It is far less violent than before.
Garos estimated that this battle would be over soon, and the winner would be decided before dawn at the latest, so he waited quietly.
Whoosh!
A fiery red figure swept across the night sky from the west.
The tail feathers dragged a long flame across the turbulent air and landed on the edge of Dragon Court.
The flames extinguished the moment she landed, revealing the red and gold-orange wings underneath.
She lowered her head and began to comb her feathers.
She combed it very carefully, following the texture of the covert feathers one by one, and every time the tip of her beak touched the feathers, the area stained by dust and smoke would glow with a flaming luster.
Immortal Bird said nothing.
It seems that the matter of combing feathers is more important than everything else around him.
"Anqiya."
Red Iron Dragon turned to look at Immortal Bird who had landed on Dragon Court, and called her name.
Immortal Bird didn't stop and said, "Don't call me yet, I'm busy."
She seems to be very dissatisfied with the state of her feathers, and in fact she is. You can see with the naked eye that there is a lot of Abyss scent residue on her feathers, which ruins the overall beauty of Immortal Bird.
This is unacceptable to Anqiya.
A few minutes later.
She finally combed her feathers, returning each feather to its rightful place. The tail feathers were spread out, the wings were folded in, and the whole thing took on a new look.
Immortal Bird breathed a sigh of relief.
"These Demon from Abyss, so filthy."
Her face was full of disgust, the tip of her beak curled up in disdain, and she said, "It's okay to be dirty, but it's also ugly to the extreme. They are all crooked and weird. They are just attacking my eyes. It makes me feel bad if I look at them even more."
After saying that, Immortal Bird fluttered his feathers.
After making sure that there were no traces of contamination, he withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
Garos watched Anqiya's movements with calm eyes.
"The battle is basically over."
"The remaining Demon are being cleaned up and strangled by the soldiers of Aura and the legions of various countries. You don't need to face those ugly things anymore."
Anqiya stopped combing.
She tilted her head and stared at Red Iron Dragon for a few seconds.
"I saw it. Before you erased the last rift, you used Dragon Qi to construct a clone, and then it rushed directly into the rift."
"Why did you let it go to Abyss?"
Anqiya turned slightly sideways, showing a more beautiful body curve, and said at the same time, "Demon can't be killed. Those things continue to breed from Abyss. If you kill a batch, there will be another batch. There is no end. No matter how much you kill, there will be no real end."
"Sending a clone to hunt down those Demon who escaped back seems to have no practical significance."
"And if you do this, it will only increase the risk of being corroded by Abyss."
At the end of the sentence, Immortal Bird's tone became serious.
Red Iron Dragon shook his head slightly.
"That's what I'm here for."
He said, "I have experienced how terrible the corruption of Abyss is, but because of this, I have to face it instead of escaping from it."
The corruption of Abyss is latent and silent.
Moreover, this thing seems to have its own will, it will identify and filter target objects, and show different erosion intensity to different targets.
For example, if an ordinary adventurer accidentally falls into Abyss, as long as he can avoid Demon's minions, he may not be affected by any corruption.
Abyss's power won't even notice his presence.
Because Abyss looks down on mediocrity.
On the contrary.
The more powerful, outstanding, and extraordinary a life is, the stronger the degree of malicious corruption it will receive in Abyss, and the ability of such beings to resist corruption is often stronger. There is a delicate balance between the two.
In short, the corruption mechanism of Abyss is very complex and cannot be summarized by a simple infection.
But Garos knows one thing very well.
No matter how complex it is, it has a lasting impact.
This also means.
Will adapt.
At this time, Anqiya blinked and suddenly said, "Garos, you don't want to occupy Sulfur Land, do you?"
Red Iron Dragon grinned and asked, "Why not?"
Immortal Bird opened his eyes wide and his feather crest stood up in surprise.
"No way, you really want to be Abyss Lord, you will become ugly!"
If it were another dragon, Garos might be reminded to remember the lessons learned from Holden.
But Immortal Bird's focus is obviously on another aspect.
Red Iron Dragon laughed dumbly and said, "It's just a clone. Even if you want to be a lord, you will sit on the position of lord as a clone. My body will not be Abyss. You don't have to worry about my appearance."
Ashen Annihilation Clone enjoys the environment of Sulfur Land, where the scorched earth and poisonous smoke are like nourishment.
Moreover, for him who has Red Dragon Bloodline, there will be no rejection even if the original body has passed.
However, this is not the point.
The point is, after Hellfire Lord died, Sulfur Land became an ownerless level, and an ownerless level does not mean that it is safe.
Quite the opposite.
Demons running around without an owner are more likely to attract the attention of other Demon Lords. Lords who are accustomed to expansion and annexation will not let go of an empty territory.
If any great lord discovers Sulfur Land, he will occupy this place...
This will cause endless troubles for Atlant.
Also, those Abyssal Rift appear to have been cleaned up.
However, the erosion of Abyss is not that simple. It will leave some kind of trace, or brand, to mark this Material Plane, making it easier to invade in the future.
Especially Sulfur Land.
The passage between it and Atlant has been opened and closed repeatedly, and the gap between it and Atlant has been opened many times. The traces and imprints between it and Atlant have been very deep.
Even if the cracks are erased, the connection is not completely severed.
"Occupying Sulfur Land can at least avoid the risk of being invaded a second time."
"At least, when the big lord notices, he can also give an early warning, so he won't be knocked on the door unpreparedly."
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Garos thought silently.
As for other than that, does he have any thoughts about being Demon King?
In fact, there are some.
In the eyes of Garos, remaining unchanged is the same as death. He pursues strength and also pursues change, because only change can give him the opportunity to evolve and break the existing limits.
Sitting in the position of Demon Lord is a drastic change.
Immortal Bird breathed a sigh of relief, and the feather crest lay flat again.
"That's good, that's good, as long as it doesn't look ugly."
As she spoke, she raised her head and added, "My Nirvana Flame can purify the corrosion of Abyss."
"Of course, it has limitations. The purification effect depends on the depth and scope of the corrosion. If it is just surface corrosion, my flames can easily remove it; if it is deep corrosion, it will take longer, and other methods may need to be used."
"So, if you are affected, or if you are contaminated with something that you shouldn't be contaminated with in Abyss, remember to come to me."
"I'll burn it for you. As long as it's not too serious, it should be able to purify it."
Purify Abyss corruption?
Red Iron Dragon looked surprised and asked, "Your Immortal Bird's flame----does it have this kind of effect?"
Anqiya obviously noticed the change in his eyes.
Her feather crest was completely erected, her head was raised high, a trace of pride and satisfaction flashed in her pupils, and she said 1
"Of course."
"We Immortal Bird are sacred creatures, extremely rare. My Nirvana Flame and the ordinary fire magic,
Alchemy-style and priest's purification techniques are not on the same level at all."
"Also, although your dragon's heritage is rich, don't think that there is everything in it."
Theoretically, the racial values of Immortal Bird and the dragon are similar.
Both belong to the Legendary Realm creature.
However, the former is actually a more mysterious and rare existence. Garos has only encountered Anqiya so far, Immortal Bird.
He tried researching Nirvana Flame, but found nothing.
His descendants with Anqiya also failed to inherit Nirvana Flame.
This thing is only available to purebred Immortal Bird. It cannot be copied, transferred, or obtained through other means.
"I know, I'll pay attention."
Garos nodded slowly and said.
Anqiya withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, flapped his wings again, and said, "I'm almost done resting, let's clean up some more Demon."
Garos looked at her. "Don't you think they are ugly? You were complaining just now that they pollute feathers."
Anqiya has leaped away from Dragon Court, its wings spread out, and the flames trailed a bright trail in the night sky.
"It's precisely because they are so ugly that I can't stand it and want to purify the ugliness myself!"
Immortal Bird's figure gradually faded away, and like other Aura lords, he cleaned up Demon's remaining defeated soldiers.
Time continues to pass.
As the night grew darker, a full moon hung high in the sky, casting a bright light, as if it had coated the world with a layer of silver gauze, shrouding the scorched earth and debris in a soft halo.
About two hours later.
suddenly.
Red Iron Dragon, who was entrenched in his lair and had eaten a large amount of metal, gems and other food, raised his head and turned his eyes in the direction of the Raging Waves Sea.
He tore the space apart, stepped into the rift, and was in the sky above Raging Waves Sea in an instant.
The moonlight fell on the sea water, causing fine silver ripples.
The colorful lights and soft-bodied undulating texture of the water have now returned to normal, and the water has become clear and deep again.
Garos lowered his eyes and stared at the sea, his vertical pupils glowing with a dark luster under the moonlight.
At this moment, a mini figure emerged from the water.
Naitar flicked its tail to get rid of the last drop of sea water, flapped its wings and flew to the eye level with Garos.
He tilted his head and asked with a smile, "Guess, who defeated the incarnation of Tiamat?"
After saying that, Fairy Dragon looked straight at Garos, waiting for the answer.
Garos is not a disappointment either.
He said, "It's you, Fairy Dragon in front of me."
Naitar blinked.
Immediately, he suddenly opened his wings and spun around in a circle, laughing loudly and cheerfully.
"That's right!"
"It is the great Fairy Dragon God, the wise, lovely and powerful Naitar!"
He spun around again, cheering for his victory.
After a while, Fairy Dragon regained his composure.
He stretched his tail to his side, rolled out something larger than his entire body from the folds of the air, and threw it towards Garos.
"Tiamat could not be digested."
"No, I'll give it to you. It's your trophy, I didn't keep it for myself."
The dragon raised its right paw to catch it.
A fire emblem.
The whole body is dark red, with fine lava lines flowing on the surface, and a swaying flame embedded in the center, exuding a deep and burning aura.
The temperature is not high and the tentacles are slightly warm.
However, the moment Garos held it, a hot and familiar feeling emerged spontaneously.
He recognizes this.
Divine Power of Hellfire Lord.
This also means that Hellfire Lord is completely dead.