Chapter 463

An altar shrouded in red mist.

A swirling corrugated portal.

Modrian gazed at the strange picture in the depths of the channel and frowned. When he reached this area, the devil whispers disappeared and the surrounding environment was very quiet.

"The abyss altar made by the ice and snow dwarf clan, which layer will lead to the abyss?"

Thoughts surged in his mind, and modrian hesitated in his heart. The strength of each layer of the bottomless abyss was different, but in the known exploration, the first ten layers of the abyss were the weakest.

He tried to find some clues, but he got nothing.

I don't know when the blood portrait painted on the wall will end, leaving traces that haven't been painted yet, emitting a faint smell of resentment.

The skeletons on the ground are mostly left by ice and snow dwarves. They are pale and can't distinguish any useful information at all.

"I'm a little curious about the surface of the abyss." robber walked out after him. His red eyes looked at the swirling light. The shadows on his side were many shadow flow disciples.

Hearing the sound, modrian turned to rob. The shadow and fog blended to cover the hazy armor. He couldn't see the strength of Rob more and more.

Behind the unknown portal, no one can tell what will happen, but under the temporary task, people really need to explore.

After a moment of silence, modry looked at the robber calmly and said, "be careful."

The dark shadow moved forward and quietly approached the altar, like black ink dripping water, and silently escaped into the portal.

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The red sky, like the barren red earth, and the light smell of blood mixed in the air, tells the desolation of the abyss.

Rob gently closed his eyes, as if enjoying these, and his breath was a little deeper.

"The bones of the dead." Nai Jiuli appeared next to the robber, squatted down tacitly, picked up a pale bone from the bright red land full of bones, crushed it gently, like fine sand falling from his fingers.

"Hardness and texture have become loose and rotten for a long time."

Looking back at the environment, naijiuli looked dignified, like a dilapidated temple, with collapsed gravel scattered on the ground. Several stone pillars were distributed around, engraved with strange and bloody symbols.

In the center of the temple, there is also a corrugated portal like a vortex.

He could see dimly through the corrugated light, the waiting demacia legion, as well as the Lord and many heroes.

"Feel it? The power flowing in the air all the time." rob opened his eyes, ignored the strange temple in front of him, and gently stretched out his palm as if touching something.

"Evil and blood."

Naijiuli looked puzzled. Yiyan sensed the active energy in the air and found nothing except the faint smell of blood.

"You haven't grasped the essence of the shadow." when he saw naijiuli's performance, his red eyes twinkled.

"Go and inform the Lord. There is no danger behind the portal. You can enter."

As soon as the words fell, robber looked down at the dense shadow in the temple and continued to command: "shadow flow, scout around and keep in touch with each other."

After a moment, the smooth surface ripples, and the subtle energy continues to surge.

A column of soldiers of the Legion of demacia marched out of the portal with silver shields. According to the buildings of the dilapidated temple, they quickly changed to the defensive state and occupied key positions everywhere.

Modrian's figure gradually solidified in the center of the stone column. Almost when he stepped into the ground of the temple, he felt that there was an inexplicable force invading himself.

Frowning, he magnified his mental perception and vaguely realized... A trace of rejection?

What is this?

Modrian was a little confused. He looked at the Galen they appeared behind him and asked aloud, "did you notice anything unusual?"

"There's a nasty smell. I don't feel anything else," Galen answered, shaking his head and looking around at the environment.

AI Xi, Zhao Xin and pan Sen also have a similar answer. It seems that modrian suddenly has a strange situation.

"Rejection... Abyss pan consciousness..."

As a new legend, modrian soon found the problem.

Although he was not the main participant in several abyss events of the main material plane, he was still contaminated with some continental pan consciousness.

"Is this the reason why there are too many sheep? Does it make the abyss pan consciousness hate me?"

Modrian had no choice but to think that through the process of the rise of Valoran's leadership, the demon lord of the bottomless abyss played an important role in it. He always gave many gifts to promote development when difficulties and needs change.

Fortunately, this sense of exclusion is not too strong. With modrian's current strength, it can be easily resisted.

In the ruins of the temple, the demacia Legion silently guarded the key position, but there was no trace of the shadow stream that had already entered. Immediately, he looked at naijiuli on his side and asked.

"Where did you rob?"

"Your Excellency and shadow flow out to spy on the situation around." naijiuli bowed slightly and looked respectful.

At tea time, the scattered shadow flow disciples began to return one after another, but some wandered in the depths and acted as the outermost ears and eyes. Once any abnormal situation was found, they would quickly warn and shrink, and report the obtained intelligence information to the rear, so that they had enough room to prepare for battle.

The shadow flow disciples who came back brought back some news. The ruined temple is in a depression. Outside is a desolate plain, and there are not many abyss monsters.

Unexpectedly, the robbery did not return and seemed to linger in the depths.

The red sun hung in the red sky and the barren red plain. Except for the scattered dead tree trunks, there were only some wandering ghouls. They looked much stronger than those in the channel, and there were spots on their sharp claws.

The shadow flow disciples of the three person team stayed at the top of the mound and watched the ghoul not far away. The suppressed excitement in the eyes behind the armor was slowly released. They only helped in the fight in the channel, but they had aroused their inner desire to kill.

The interest urges the shadow flow disciples to hold the bitterness and dagger in their hands, and several wisps of dark shadows suddenly attack the wandering ghoul. They have no skills, and are purely based on the action memory trained.

The cold light flickered and the fishy liquid splashed.

The shadow of the disciples of the shadow stream solidified not far away, and the ghouls separated their bodies in an instant, and the rubber bodies fell on the plain.

Soon, the ghouls in the red plain were cleaned up, and the fishy wind blew the trunk.

But the disciples of shadow flow didn't wait to restrain their inner killing intention. When they looked at their surroundings deeply, they found abnormal conditions.

"Damn it, what's that?" one of them pointed to the direction deep in the plain, looked more stunned, and the blurred scene was reflected in his murderous eyes.

The remaining two looked curiously in the direction pointed by their companions. Their pupils contracted slightly and their hearts beat suddenly. They seemed to find something they couldn't get.