The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

When Roland was busy fighting for the elements and the devil on the flames, the fire on the Lord's side not only did not stop, but burned more.

I'm afraid Helent would never have imagined that the war he had waged to recover the lost land had eventually resulted in Bayer losing that land forever.

The former outlying forest area of Port Victoria, not too long ago Essolivis, is today the battlefield of the gods, the front line of light and shadow.

Countless demons have crossed paths, they are strangely diverse, and perhaps the only thing they have in common is the anger forcibly summoned by the abyss and the grumpy temper of the demons.

No one knows how Cavins did it, but he did it, and under the summons of the Abyss will, countless chaotic creatures came from all sides to participate in this final divine battle.

Angels and demons struggle in every corner to gain advantage in an area where there is no blue skies to hide, in the middle of dense, numb space cracks.

No matter how much power they invest, no matter how powerful the angels and gods of war are thrown into this battlefield, the infinite sea of demons will entertain them no differently.

At this time, forcibly attacking this chaotic space is not a wise choice for the gods and angels of the Holy Light System, and the broken and chaotic rules of the world make it clear that orderly creatures are the most unfavourable battlefields, the demons who are good at physical struggle and chaos, but are naturally fond of such scenes.

But their past lack of enthusiasm and presence in the Lord God, a perverse outburst of angry warfare, constantly drove a god and his warriors into this space of death, such as a gambler with red eyes, rushing to invest thousands of years of accumulation in this battlefield of unseen hope.

“Eradicate, poison the world, destroy, Cavins, destroy, crystal wall gates. ”

This is the will and anger of the mightiest Lord God, who, when Caroline, the Lord of Holy Light, himself came to the battlefield, drove the divine God of the Holy Light system, with all his strength and servants, to dedicate his final loyalty to the Lord's honor and order camp.

True gods will also crash on this battlefield, the meteorization of heaven into heavy rain, the furious gods of war have broken the barrier of space with their bodies, searched for their own prey, the fallen spirits have no chance of returning to the throne, there is no distinction between civilian and military duties, only the division of hunters and prey, fame of the revered gods shouts angry slogans to launch a desperate battle, even the demons can laugh and reward their opponents with fireballs.

Abyss, equally devastating.

It is no longer known how many abyss lords and demonic nobles have fallen into the region, and countless ancient warring men have entered the battlefield without retreat, and there is no difference between the death and the little demon born only a decade ago.

When the war machine of the Holy Light Department was activated, the joint battlefield of the gods directly tore the line of defense of the battlefield, driven by the will of the abyss, the ancient demons and newborn demons aristocracy walked to the battlefield with a hard scalp and then, seconds or tens of minutes later, arrived at an indiscriminate descent or self-destructive end.

Not to mention the wrathful Lord of Holy Light, who was unstoppable on the battlefield and repeatedly broke through the lines of chaos.

At the summons of the highest heavens, high-ranking angels of war who are in despair can accomplish their mission by burning life, only to call it a sacrifice of glory, not a self-destruct of despair.

Correspondingly, countless other kinds are driven into this battlefield. There is no essential difference between a small demon and a demonic nobleman without a way back. After depleting his last strength, he is still relentlessly turned into a flesh and blood bomb, dedicating his final loyalty to the abyss.

The Demon, in a battlefield without mercy and retreat, behaves in the same way.

But with the visible velocity of the naked eye, the goal of the holy light system, the original gates made of black iron and bronze, which used the two goddesses as the crystal wall gates for decorating and supporting pillars, was not only not destroyed in the constant offensive, but became more active as the number of "sacrifices” in this chaotic space continued to increase, as demons, abyss dwellers, gods, angels descended.

The Lord's fire has never been so fierce, nor has the merciless Lord of Holy Light ever been so angry on the battlefield, and his anger, in fact, is a sign.

“Time, not much. ”

Yes, time is running out, quite different from what the world expects. Two days ago, the door of the crystal wall system was activated and it is slowly opening, only the Lord of the Holy Light, driven by the source of order, cautious of discovering the problem and intending to destroy the area at all costs, completely eradicating the time bomb that binds the Ash world.

Cavins didn't show up on this battlefield because he knew that the Lord of Holy Light would do anything to destroy him as soon as he showed up, but he, still the mastermind behind all this.

The trick of the cunning Prince of the Abyss worked, the first trap was set in motion, and the mechanical logic thinkers did not hesitate to jump into the trap with all their power, nor did the arrogant Divine Light System intend to call for reinforcements.

At this point, and in order to stop someone from being unpredictable, Cavins stepped into another trap, targeting a mortal...

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“I X, this is not right. ”

The scene in front of me made me curse and even have the urge to turn my head and run.

Across the boundless sea of flames, I have a familiar view, not of the volcanic areas where the flames erupt, nor of the core of the earth where the flames rise.

Familiar street, familiar old house, familiar people.

In front of my old house in Sulphur Mountain City, a silver-haired half-demon dressed in a black and white maid is waiting for me. Slightly different, I used to laugh and waste my face, always imposing a serious iron face, but now it is filled with a puzzling smile.

“Welcome home, master. ”

And what makes me feel wrong is the maid in front of me.

How could Prince Abyss attack and plunder her? She is more powerful than any god I have ever seen!