The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

When Roland was trapped in the flame elemental plane, the chaotic battlefield of the main plane was in chaos.

The gods are fallen, the angels are as fragile as the chickens, the chaotic space is gradually straightened out, and the wrath of the Lord of Light gradually finds his own goal. At the cost, the golden blood is filled with this space.

And the past is generally no different, order and chaos once again broke out a fierce collision.

evolution? Not necessarily, but the valuelessness of the death of a noble man in the past is very ironic. Of course, in some eyes, it may be worth it.

Chaotic space, such as the ocean in a storm, is full of deadly undercurrents and reefs, and the chaotic spaces and cracks are more deadly than any death trap.

Under normal circumstances, the order angels and gods will have their own strength to gradually correct the distortions and make up the cracks, but now, they are afraid that the most missing is time.

Every moment, there is a strong degeneration on the battlefield. They are sacrifices for this battlefield, and they are both sides.

The order of the gods of death, their scattered spirits, blood, priesthood, and divine power gradually neutralized this distorted area, paving the way for the door to attack the crystal wall.

Is this a waste? I am afraid that in the eyes of both sides of the war, it may not be.

The quaint gates of bronze are engulfing all the sacrifices, and the bas-reliefs of the twin goddesses on both sides of the gate are slowly opening their eyes.

The slightly open lips seem to be talking about something.

The goddess of order on the right is graceful, the white robes are more like works of art, the long hair of gold exudes dazzling brilliance, and the blue eyes are shining with wisdom and compassion.

The white wings behind it shivered slightly. She prayed with her hands together, and her eyes were filled with sorrow. It seemed that she could not bear to witness the horrors of the world.

The chaos goddess on the left is glamorous and gorgeous. Under the short black hair, the eyes are shining with red awns. The red, black and white eyes are scary. The double horns between the foreheads are not so cute.

Unlike the two-winged sister, Cynthia had only the devil wings on the left, and she did not wear a female dress, but she was wearing bright red armor.

Classical armor only protects the vital parts. She holds a red lance and is eager to enter the battlefield. The heroic gesture is not so much the devil's master as the goddess of war.

At this time, Cynthia had a smile on her lips and seemed to be happy to see everything in front of her eyes. It seemed to satisfy the sacrifices of the rich, or more satisfying is the smothering of her.

The appearance of the two-children is probably the first time they appear in front of the younger generations, but they are strikingly similar to their creations.

But the ability to see the existence of this gate is probably without the heart to appreciate the faces of the two goddesses.

In front of this large facade, Cavans, who is always lightly loaded, is also rarely worn and armed. After all, the opponent he is about to face is the most powerful lord of the world.

Even if the design has been weakened several times, even if the avatar has been lost several times, the Lord of the Light, which has been repeatedly weakened, is still the most powerful main **** of the main plane.

Thousands of years of the belief in the Light, the faith of the billions of devotees, the Lord of the Light without the self, is always the strongest recognized in this world.

The sun rising in front of him, let Cavans end his dormancy, ready to meet the impact of the Light Camp.

In the face of a powerful enemy that could not be defeated in theory, he not only did not hesitate and worry, but he was excited and waited for a long time.

"First, Ok, Carolan is mine. I will try the strength of the son of the abyss of the previous generation."

His words did not receive a response, but the existence standing by him is naturally at the top of the world.

Devils, demons, undead, dragons, humans, cults, mad believers, I am afraid this is the most mixed team in the world, and the passion of their leaders undoubtedly inspired their war.

But it is not the end of every happy meeting.

Danatis, who is eager to fight, is a little languid at this time. He just looks at everything in front of him indifferently. He sometimes looks at Cavans’s expression very complicated, but now he has no serious choice, he probably has no choice. .

The ghost that takes heat and life, the lonely soul painted with color, standing alone under the gate, seems to be studying the relief on it, and has no intention of participating in the battlefield. For her, revenge on Roland. It was the only goal... but from the stunned and thoughtful expression of her eyes, this reason could not even convince herself.

Another undead emperor seems to have been stabbed by the light of the Lord of Light and is trying to eliminate the traces of his existence.

Supras, who was ambitious and entered the main plane, was now in a corner with frustration.

He probably regretted coming to the world, although he survived the battle, but if there are other options, I am afraid he will never stay here.

And the demons, high-ranking undead, and devils who survived in that war were also like this. When they could not leave this space, when the gods and angels of the Holy Light came to kill, their race and identity Decided that they must fight for survival.

When the pillars on the chaotic side and the order side are about to start a decisive battle, the other inhabitants of the main plane will naturally not sit on the deterioration of the situation.

* Teachers and great druids are not wastes. They have their own knowledge of the world. Even if the arrogant light camp remains silent, the fact that the gate is opening is still spreading rapidly in the world of mortals.

A floating warship, flying World of Warcraft, and Dragon Beast were flying in silence. They followed the Light Camp to drive the road to the battlefield. The passengers on it were also very complicated. There were humans, elves, orcs, dragons, and undead. Masters, goblins, and even other gods of the gods are either avatars, avatars, or personally.

When the end of the world is about to come, no one can wait quietly at home for everything, even if he is an immortal god.

The natural **** system, although there is no **** king, but the grotesque natural beast is squatting, there are already two-digit high gods.

Even though they have lost contact with Roland, the dragons still acted, and the giant sacral warship between them, the super-monster warship covered with death and underworld, also has a sacred atmosphere.

The gods and behemoths in the ocean finally left their sanctuary. They were squatted by huge whales and shells and slowly moved forward.

The cloud city, which is also slowly moving, has almost completely destroyed the main power in the previous battles. This time it still appears on the front line of the battlefield. It is just that this is dragged away by the dragons and the behemoths. It is very embarrassing.

In the sky, there are also traces of elemental creatures. The lords of the wind elements and the lords of the earth elements who used to meet in the past can actually coexist peacefully on a warship, and they are definitely not the only special case.

In this strange calm, in the pressure of the end of the world, the undead and the angels can also walk together, and the Holy Light Pastor can peacefully chat with the Necromancer.

The Mulings also sent their air fleet. Although the seven virtues were all in place, their "mother emperor" was not here.

Strictly speaking, at this time, Amira is also fighting for this plane, but the situation is somewhat different.

"Hey, this is not the dry little girl who lacks 'nutrition', hasn't graduated from the lovefather's plot? Give up, look at the cat, look at me, you still don't know Roland's hobby? You are not his daughter, it is impossible."

I am completely speechless, big sister, are you really helping, not coming to pit me? How to play ridicule when you play, don't be in front of the chest, Eliza is rushing away! There are dead cats, don't show your adult body at this time! (To be continued.)