Royal Mage Association of the Imperial Capital, President's Office.

"I can probably guess your purpose after you follow your request."

Behind the table, the old mage of the newly-Pussheng Legend only took one tenth of a second to distinguish the consistency of space-time coordinates and legacy fluctuations. He raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him, frowned and said, "Are you going to the abyss?"

"Yes." Joshua simply replied, "I want to go."

"Nothing in this world can stop you." Nostradamus shook his head slightly, and he said helplessly: "You can do it as long as you want, but I still have to make a point."

When he said this, he leaned his back on the comfortable chair, then stretched out his right hand and rubbed his forehead, as if recalling something: "The abyss is very dangerous for anyone, not just legends, but even gods must be careful in it."

Because it is a world that has been dead, in such a time and space where decay is dissipating little by little, any incredible and extremely dangerous thing is possible. Even the powerful man who has long been immortal can easily fall into it, just like the two five-colored dragon kings who disappeared many years ago.

"Listen, I know both Masters Joshua, Barnier and William. At that time and space fluctuations were made by Barnier. They took the initiative to go to the abyss. The two legendary mages could not enter another world without any preparation."

After thinking for a while, Nostradamus planned to try to continue persuading the warriors, but as expected, Joshua looked unmoved, so that the old mage who wanted to use his rich life experience to educate the other party could only shut up. He shook his head with regret: "Forget it, I can't stop you, right, the breath is the same, the teleportation target of the time and space fluctuations is the sixth level of the abyss."

"No matter what, if you really want to go to the abyss, then be careful. It is different from the normal world. It is a place where all things gather, and all the sinisterness is in it."

"Thank you." On the other end, facing the old mage's slightly nagging advice, Joshua did not feel impatient. He even smiled. After expressing his brief thanks to Nostradamus, the warrior lowered his head and said to the things in his hand in a low voice: "Let's go, remember to lead the way then."

The flame demon Syndicate in a half-person high transparent cylinder crystal pot was reprinted and looked at the two legendary powerful men in front of him here discussing how to go to the abyss. He felt that something was wrong in his heart, but most of the power was sealed. He had no chance of breaking away from this "cage". He could only escape from reality and curl up into a slime-like ball. Please, it is a demon, and no one can do it.

Joshua's actions were always vigorous and decisive. Under the perception of Nostradamus, the legendary warrior who walked out of the company and his black dragon mount left with the imprisoned flame demon. The old mage did not even see a trace of thought in this person's actions. He seemed to have determined his actions and even the trajectory of his life a long time ago, and since then, he has fulfilled it without hesitation.

Slowly getting up from the big chair covered with a soft cashmere cushion, Nostradamus came to the window of the Royal Mage Association's company. He stared at the back of the warrior until the other party left the city and left the imperial capital array, and his breath also left his perception range. Then he gently said to himself: "It is always difficult for humans to understand each other."

The old master had known this for a long time, just as those nobles could never understand him, and he would never understand him.

A civilian becomes a strong man due to various "accidents" and struggles. Then it is natural that he joins the upper class, becomes a part of the nobles, and becomes a new upper class. In order to maintain his status and the privileges of his descendants, he then blocks other civilians' rise channels.

How foolish.

In this multiverse filled with darkness and evil, they hold the inheritance that can make most people become extraordinary people, but they do not do their best to think for everyone in the world. Instead, they suppress their own tribes, ignore the countless threats and horrors in the multiverse, and focus on the mere acre of land in front of them, and block the possibility of future for the meaningless inheritance of tiny rights. This short-sightedness and aristocratic thinking logic cannot be understood by the old man.

This is just the simplest part of logical conflict. In fact, all the conflicts are enough to write a 2 million-word paper. The logical conflicts in all aspects of human beings are endless. Just like the old wizard is not so able to understand Isrell's means of cultivating descendants, just like he has never been able to understand Joshua's action pattern.

But the difference between these two people is not disgusting.

It is precisely because of these differences that humans look interesting.

Unlike the nobles, Nostradamus admired them, so he was willing to help them.

In fact, it was not entirely because of this reason. Thinking of this, the old master turned his eyes away from the window, sat back to his desk with a smile, then closed his eyes, and his mind fled into the void.

More importantly, he wanted to see what kind of storm this young legendary warrior would stir up in the abyss that had been silent in the multiverse soon.

At the same time, accompanied by the shrill wailing of the Abyss Magic Book, on the uninhabited grassland outside the suburbs of the imperial capital, Joshua once again forced the Book of Ebonn to open the space-time crack in the summoning that led to the abyss.

Deadly silent, suppressed, full of sulfur-burned odor and rich radiation toxins, instantly poured out from the narrow space-time channel. The deep abyss with higher air pressure continued to spray huge amounts of poison gas, causing the surrounding large areas of green spring grassland to burn yellow and wither. Although the flame demon in the can could not sense the changes in the outside world's breath, it subconsciously squirted its highly toxic radiation body, wanting to return to its "hometown".

Both the warrior and the black dragon girl standing beside him looked indifferent. The sulfur aura and toxins in the abyss were not worth mentioning to them. With a wave of Joshua, these auras filled with chaos and death were immediately dissipated like natural enemies, no longer surging, and the withered earth instantly returned to green.

"Let's go." He said so, then carried the Flame Demon and stepped into the crack of time and space first. The middle of the crack of time and space seemed to be a little disgusted that the channel was too small, so he kicked it, and the crack of time and space spread obediently and halfway.

It feels no difference from inside a volcano.

After the crack of time and space expanded, the black dragon girl followed the warrior happily. She thought excitedly: No wonder the master only took me out to play this time. When she returned, she would definitely envy Death Firefly and Rin!

Just as one person, one dragon and one demon disappeared into the cracks in time and space, this inconspicuous passage quickly closed without leaving any trace on the Mycrov continent.

[Confusion brings destruction, anxiety brings despair.

Diary of the Abyss, Volume 3, Chapter 17.]

When Joshua crossed the crack of time and space and stepped on the gray-black earth made of black sand and toxic rotten soil, his whole body trembled slightly, and the warrior was flickering with faint silver arcs. It was the "power of steel" that was responding to the existence of some things. However, until the black dragon girl also stepped through the channel of time and space and the crack closed, Joshua nodded slightly and closed her eyes.

Time goes back in his brain, light and shadow intertwined in his spirit, countless illusions, or images of the past flashed in his consciousness.

The world was frozen in a winter seven thousand years ago.

At that time, the black gravel was still fertile soil, the poisonous land was still vibrant jungle and grassland. At the top of a hill that Joshua didn't know, he looked at a city not far away. The spiral raised metal spires and translucent pipes like spider webs formed this spectacular city, and the intelligent life of the hexapodes with carapaces built it. The top of the metal spire was sank into the clouds, and there were shuttle-shaped transportation vehicles in the pipelines shuttled back and forth, connecting every corner of the city, like blood vessels.

At this moment, the world is still thriving. All kinds of creatures that have never been seen by warriors live in the vibrant grasslands and jungles. The civilization and nature of insects are integrated. They use the heat of underground magma to drive huge steel machines to operate and build one spectacular building after another like a honeycomb. Everything is so stable that everyone is full of hope for the future.

At the same time, there was a turbulent tide in the middle of civilization. In order to compete for the leadership of the world, several great powers of insects and people were willing to provoke war in every corner of this peaceful continent. They used agents to fight each other and engaged in arms races frantically. One after another, one terrifying war machine was created and loaded on the most advanced weapons. The world war was about to break out.

So time is frozen here. At this time, civilization has not yet been extinguished, the world still has hope, the land is fertile, the jungle is green, the air exudes a refreshing fragrance of plants and trees, and unknown birds are flying in the sky.

The scene of their peaceful life is thus engraved in the history of this world by the power of steel and will last forever.

But Joshua stared at the world. His eyes were guided by the resonance of the power of steel, and his eyes ran through the entire pause illusion, looking at the "future" that will never come to this solidified world, that is, the "past" of this land seven thousand years ago.

The whistling warhead descended, and huge mushroom clouds rose up in the spiral spire cities. The solid metal buildings scattered like melted ice cream under the burning of high temperature. Countless high-strength glass pipes were blown away by the terrifying shock waves and turned into crystal debris flying all over the sky. Countless insects were killed in an instant, and the remaining ones died in high heat and poison. The originally prosperous city turned into huge lava pits.

Thick black clouds were generated out of thin air in just a few seconds, thunder clouds rolled, lightning storms raged, thick thunder pillars fell like rain, violent currents killed all living things, destroyed all high-precision metal objects, and completely wiped out all the remains of civilization. On this earth full of ozone burnt smell, even a microbacteria could not survive.

A strange plague spread, death spread in silence, without any dazzling light and shadow, and without any thrilling process. The end of a city was just a few unstoppable coughs. On the second morning when everyone was bedridden, there were no living creatures in the metal spire except microbacteria, and there was no longer any shuttle-shaped transportation inside the busy pipeline.

Thousands of insects died in a daze in the sudden and destructive war. Their civilization and world were destroyed by themselves. The survivors hated each other, but they were confused and did not know who to tell them. The survivors were uneasy, and the destruction called the wasteland made them all silent.

They can only struggle to survive, and reproduce in the world they destroyed in pain generation after generation. One thousand years passed, two thousand years passed, and the world continued to fall to the deepest part of the multiverse, and they also mutated into what they had never imagined. In the third millennium, a new layer was added to the bottomless abyss, and a new member appeared in the almost endless category of demons.

All this happened in just one thousandth of a second, and this short time could not even make people do anything, but for the warrior, he watched the destruction of a civilization.

Joshua opened his eyes, his eyes still bright, like flames.

The warrior did not hate or like these illusions. He raised his head and looked at the desolate wasteland plain in front of him. This was not only a common sight in most of the worlds in the abyss. Joshua held his hands together and glanced at the world silently. The scenes seven thousand years ago overlapped with those seven thousand years later. He seemed to understand something, but shook his head again.

Joshua van Radcliffe. Legendary warrior, power of steel, heir to sages.

The King of Soul Burning.

Knowing the past and destruction of a world is the responsibility of the King of Soul-Fired World. No matter which world he goes to or wherever he goes to the multiverse, things will not change at all. A world that is still prosperous will show off and show the most prosperous side of civilization to him. The world that has been destroyed is lamenting, reappearing with the scene of its own destruction, warning all civilizations that still exist.

Joshua suddenly remembered the words of the God of Power.

Don’t have mercy. The words that the hard God of Justice said not long ago reappeared in his heart. Don’t have mercy, because this is arrogance. In the face of the destruction and end of wisdom itself, no one, or even God, can speak mercy and salvation. Human beings who are still alive only need to learn lessons carefully and warn themselves.

They are already demons.

However, even so, the warriors could not help but think of the sages.

The kind young man who wants to save all living beings, the young man who grew up to seek peace by tough means, the sage who quietly watched the development of civilization and the world.

The last scene is an old man standing in front of the endless passage of time and space, standing in front of the world and sentient beings, leading the gods to enemies with endless evil.

He, Joshua, couldn't help but think. If it were him, if it was a sage, if it was this person who also held the power of the King of Soul Burning, what would he think?

I don't know, so I'm curious.

Joshua had never been so curious about a person, so he wanted to try to experience the idea that had long disappeared from the other side of the multiverse.

The sage once went to the abyss and obtained the prototype of the Sky Blue Pearl.

Therefore, the warriors also have to go to the abyss.

"Syndic, come out."

He threw out the crystal jar in his hand, Joshua unsealed the seal and released the flame demon. Syndicate, who was in pain because he was stuffed into the jar, immediately turned into a red light and rushed out. The black sticky body, which was originally like a soft mud monster, immediately ignited a raging fire and turned it into a pure flame human form.

Logically speaking, the Flame Demon should escape as much as possible and escape from the control of the warriors, but it couldn't help but not do so. He still respectfully knelt on Joshua's life, waiting for the other party's next order.

"This is the sixth abyss, the Hell of the Sea." Looking at the surrounding land, the warrior quickly analyzed the abyss where he was. He calmly issued an order: "I am here to find someone this time. You are more familiar with the abyss. At that time, you will lead the way and find other demonic territories."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Even though he already knew that the other party was actually a human, not a demon king, the flame demon still called Joshua so according to the abyss custom. At the same time, its simple mind was also surging with some small thoughts, so he was willing to obey the other party's dialect.

Of course, the warrior could see the idea of ​​a mere fire demon, but he didn't care. After asking the fire demon to set out to explore the way first, Joshua turned his head and looked at Hei who had run out for hundreds of meters and was looking around curiously, and snapped his fingers.

Hearing the voice of his master's permission, the black dragon girl suddenly let out a cheer accompanied by a shocking magic wave and a huge roar that shocked the body and mind. A giant black dragon with a height of thirty or forty meters appeared on the gray and black wasteland, and then made an excited dragon roar.

"hold head high"

When the black dragon chanted, Joshua had already stood above the black dragon's head at some point. The armor transformed by the power of steel appeared around him, covering his body instantly. Under the dragon's helmet, two scarlet spots of light flashed. The warrior stroked the strong and sharp dragon horns of the black dragon beside him and chuckled: "Let's go."

Nostradamus did not understand the abyss.

The warrior thought so. His most knowledge of the abyss was nothing more than some documents, or brief communication when summoning demons, which was too superficial.

But he is different. He has been to the abyss and has been to many times. He knows how to move in the abyss and how to find people in the strange world of the abyss.

That is to be as high-profile as possible.

He stood above the dragon's head, his helmet covering his smile.

There is no need to be so cautious. Even the dead world is the world. As long as it is strong enough and there is no difference, ordinary people can walk their dogs in the continent of Mycrov. As a legendary strong man, he can walk the dragon in the abyss.

"Follow the syndicate, run whatever you want, run whatever you want." The warrior said.

When the black dragon heard this, it immediately let out an excited dragon roar. With the roar, a high-hot red storm carrying a huge amount of fire elements suddenly appeared in front of it. It swept across the earth, blowing away large areas of wasteland, forming smoke and dust in the sky. The dragon stepped over the smoke and dust and began to chase the conspicuous flame figure in front of it and began to run rapidly.
Chapter completed!