Western Fantasy: From the Eagle Tribe to the Angel Empire

At the same time.

The 997th layer of the abyss world.

On a vast blood-red plain.

A space gate spanned the entire blood-red plain and opened.

On the other side of the time-space gate, there was a beautiful and endless green plain.

Countless demons rushed into this huge time-space gate.

And further away.

A tall altar built of bones and flesh.

A huge black-red flame rose on it.

Enchanting succubi holding soul sacks stood around the altar, adding the souls in the sacks like firewood to keep the black-red flame burning.

As the souls howled, the flames rose.

A demon king who was a hundred meters tall and covered with flesh wings stood at the edge of the altar, exuding a breath slightly stronger than the powerful divine power.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen demon lords, including the powerful medium-level demon lord, the Flame Lord Piwekler, who was comparable to the medium-level divine power.

There were also weak demon lords, a cowardly demon lord, but with weak divine power.

The inferior demon lord Azeba was also among them, but at the level of weak divine power.

Azeba had lived a miserable life these years, and being able to reach weak divine power was the result of his hard work.

The demon king Azkler watched the demon army on the bloody plains heading to the Ferland world, and was extremely satisfied with the continuous army.

He looked at Azeba, who was hunched over among the demon lords, and laughed.

"Azeba, your main world is indeed full of living beings, across the gate of time and space. I can smell the endless and delicious soul breath."

"Please enjoy it, Lord Azkler!"

Azeba immediately smiled and replied respectfully.

The 100-meter-tall demon king laughed loudly, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"Azeba, I eat meat, and you all have soup to drink! But, have all your demon armies been sent over? This is a big world!"

"All sent over, Lord Azkler!"

The demon lords nodded one after another.

"That's good!"

Azkler nodded with satisfaction.

Among the demon lords, Azeba looked at the crimson time and space gate erected on the bloody plain, and then looked at the black and red flames burning on the altar, and sighed in his heart.

He felt bitter.

Originally, he just wanted to ask a few demon lords with weak divine power to attack the Ferland world together, and the souls obtained would be divided equally.

Unfortunately, the news was accidentally spread by one of the demon lords with weak divine power, and eventually spread widely in this area, letting the demon king Azkler know.

Azkler didn't care at first.

He was seriously injured in the invasion war launched by the Silver-Eyed Demon God, and suffered heavy losses, so he returned to the abyss to recuperate, and he has just recovered from his injuries in recent years.

But a piece of news caught his attention.

When Azeba fell, millions of creatures of the same race fell with him.

This is a very luxurious foundation.

When many demon lords just fell, there were only tens of thousands of demons falling and following them!

Azeba's world must be a big world.

So, after he invited Azeba to his palace to ask about the situation, this scene happened.

However, he agreed with the strength of this "new" big world estimated by Azeba.

As the representative of the former peak combat power of the Ferland world, Azeba's current strength also represents the strength of the Ferland world to a certain extent.

As for the demon lord who set out first, he was Azkler's direct subordinate, who went in to confirm.

If the Ferland world is really weak, there is no need for Azeba and others to go in.

Their legion can go in.

At this moment, the black and red flames on the altar suddenly fell to the freezing point as if they were extinguished.