Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 653: The Abyss Demon Joins Starfall

On the sixteenth night after the Battle of Silver Ridge Valley, a small town on the edge of the continent was shrouded in heavy rain.

The raindrops were as dense as countless fine needles, hitting the eaves, stone slabs and battle flags, splashing mottled water marks.

During that rainy night, the demon Ghana revealed his true murderous intent towards Xingluo for the first time.

He was over six feet tall, with a goat-like head covered in twisted horns and eyes as red as fire. The mace in his hand, stained with rust and blood, was almost taller than a man.

"Xingluo!" He roared to the sky, his voice piercing the rain like thunder. "Tonight is your burial place!"

Xingluo stood in the rain, his black cloak sticking tightly to his body.

The two auras collided violently in the rainy night.

The killing spree that night could have reduced an entire city to ruins.

In the end, Xingluo used the power of time and space rifts to force Ghana back into the abyss.

Garner roared to the sky and vowed to kill him next time.

Time passes.

Xingluo finally cut off the claws of Ghana, the magician servant who followed the devil.

The servant was once a mortal, but because he feared death and was tempted by power, he was willing to sacrifice his soul and was given the dark staff and the power of the abyss by Ghana.

He spread terror among the cities, and wherever he passed, the fields were filled with corpses.

However, in the Silver Hills, Xingluo set up a space lock array.

When the servant summoned the abyssal sea of ​​fire, the torrent of time reversed his spell and poured the flames back upon himself.

In the end, he was burned into a pile of bones, and even his soul was sealed by Xingluo with the Divine Flame Crystal.

Garner roared in the abyss, vowing revenge with hatred tenfold or a hundredfold.

Fate brings the old enemies together again.

That day, Xingluo was on patrol in the northern border, but he met Garner and a commando team consisting of six werewolves in the Twilight Wasteland.

The werewolves were about ten feet tall, with tangled muscles, holding huge blood-red blades, and running as fast as the wind in the night.

But Ghana is no longer the demon that was banished - he has advanced to become the Lord of the Abyss, dragging the shadow of a legion of black flames behind him.

The battle was extremely brutal.

The werewolves surrounded Xingluo with speed and bloodiness, approaching his side several times.

Ghana swung the mace, and each blow carried the power to tear through space, even shattering the space-time barrier of Starfall once.

Xiao Hei roared to the sky, dragon breath and wolf howls intertwined in the night sky, and flames and blood rain flew together.

Xingluo used the power of time and space to withdraw again and again, dividing and killing the six werewolves one by one.

Ghana, however, is getting stronger and stronger.

His figure was like a burning black mountain, his blood turned into molten lava from the abyss, and his footsteps caused the earth to crack.

Even when he was forced to retreat, he laughed out loud:

"Xingluo! The next time we meet, I will lead the Abyss Legion and crush your kingdom!"

Since then, Ghana's name has gradually spread to the other side of the continent.

He is no longer just a single demon, but leads the entire Abyss Legion to wreak havoc on the border.

Countless villages and city-states were reduced to ashes and blood flowed like rivers under his iron hoof.

He established a demonic order: the strong are kings and the weak are preyed upon.

In that dark realm, he is known as the "Lord of the Broken Horn", the Agent of the Abyss.

And in all the rumors, he always has a name:

——The stars fall.

His enemy, his obsession, the person he must kill.

When the final battle of the human race came to an end and the sound of the requiem bells echoed across the continent, a new threat descended from the sky.

The breath of the gods permeates the clouds, looking down upon the mortals.

At this moment, the horn of the abyss also sounded from the ground.

The demon Garner led his abyss army into the north.

Black flags covered the sky, and demons and abyss beasts poured out like a tide.

Ghana stood at the front of the army, his goat head held high, mace in hand, his eyes locked on Xingluo.

"Xingluo!" His voice was like thunder, "You killed my servants, cut off my army, and humiliated me countless times!

Today, I lead the army here, not for you... but for this world!

I will crush those who claim to be gods under my hooves!"

Xingluo narrowed his eyes with a cold expression.

He was ready to take action without showing any mercy.

But when he felt the divine power of the sky looking down on all living beings, his heart moved slightly.

——The enemy is no longer just the devil, no longer just the Church.

But God.

The two armies faced each other, and the air seemed to freeze.

The human soldiers, dwarf artillerymen, and Moonfall Blades all stared at the Abyss Legion.

They knew that as soon as Xingluo gave the order, a massacre would break out immediately.

But Xingluo didn't say anything.

He just stared at Garner, his eyes cold, but with a hint of imperceptible consideration.

Garner grinned, his fangs flashing eerily in the blood-red moonlight:

“Don’t act so indifferent, Xingluo.

You and I both hate the God of Light and those high and mighty gods.

I want to tear their sky apart and drag them down to earth.

Aren’t you also walking on this path?”

Xingluo was silent for a moment, and finally spoke:

"Garner, you have killed countless innocent people. If it weren't for the prevailing situation, you would have been buried in the soil of Silver Ridge Valley long ago."

"Hahahaha!" Garner laughed wildly, his voice rolling like thunder. "Innocent? In the abyss, there are no innocents, only prey!

But in this battle, my prey is not mortals, but gods!"

He raised his mace and smashed it hard on the ground. The earth cracked and flames gushed out from the cracks.

Countless demons roared, their voices shaking the sky.

Xingluo took a deep breath, his eyes as cold as ice blades.

He finally nodded:

"it is good.

Before the war of gods, you were my ally.

After the war of gods... we will settle old scores."

Xiao Hei raised his head to the sky and groaned loudly, his voice shaking the heavens and the earth.

Xingluo raised his hand, and gently flicked the silver bell on the dragon's horn. The dragon language magic turned into a magnificent wave, colliding with Ghana's abyssal rage, but reflecting a new resonance in the air.

In an instant, the elements between heaven and earth shook, flames and darkness intertwined, as if playing a prelude to blood and fire.

Xingluo and Ghana, old enemies, stood side by side for the first time. Behind them stood Gracies. It was obvious that Ghana's successful arrival here was inseparable from this demon.

"Gracies, we meet again." Xingluo smiled at him.

Gracis seemed to be hesitant to speak, and in the end said nothing.

They looked up and gazed at the sky.

There, the breath of the gods became increasingly clear, looking down on the land with contempt and oppression.

Xingluo looked at Garner with cold eyes and a voice as hard as steel:

“From today on, this war is no longer between humans and demons.

This is a war between mortals and gods."

Garner laughed wildly towards the sky, his fangs flashing in the blood:

“Mortals, demons... all must live on their own land!

Let God...go back to heaven!"

The echoes of the requiem bell are still ringing, and the ruins of the Holy Spring Causeway have not yet cooled down.

However, a new storm is brewing in the sky.

The roar of the black dragon and the roar of the devil intertwined on the earth.

Humans and demons, old enemies and foes, in the face of the great trend, stood side by side on the same front, which was rare.

Xingluo's hand was holding the silver bell, and Ghana's hand was holding the mace tightly.

Their eyes were cold and determined.

That night, Xingluo dreamed that he was standing in the boundless void.

There is no light, no wind in the void, only endless silence.

In the dead silence, he saw an old man.

The old man had white hair and beard, and was wearing a gray robe. In his hand, he held an ancient staff covered with cracks.

His eyes were dim and cloudy, as if they had seen millions of years; but in the depths of that cloudiness, a cold light that pierced the heart would occasionally flash.

The old man's voice seemed to come from the depths of distant time and space:

"Young magician, do you know what an 'enemy' is?"

Xingluo was stunned.

He wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't speak in his dream.

The old man smiled and made a hoarse sound in his throat:

"The enemy is not the weapon that confronts you... The enemy is the 'opponent' that you imagine in your mind when you are about to raise your weapon."

Xingluo's heart was shocked.

The old man continued:

"Treat the God of Light as your imaginary enemy.

Every time you swing your sword, every time you cast a spell, think of him watching you.

Otherwise, you will eventually lose."

After saying this, the old man's figure gradually dissipated, leaving only a name echoing in the void:

"Kronos."

Xingluo suddenly woke up.

He sat in the dark, his palms covered in cold sweat.

"Kronos..."

He repeated it in a low voice, as if chewing on the name.

On the mainland, this name is taboo.

All the magicians, all the scholars, and even all the scriptures of the temples are reluctant to mention it.

——Kronos, the god of time and space.

He once overthrew the order of the temple by himself, but disappeared under the joint efforts of the gods led by the gods.

His existence was erased and even the records became forbidden.

However, Xingluo heard the name clearly in his dream.

That voice seemed to be telling him:

If you want to fight God, you must treat God as your enemy.