Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 962

[Chapter 955]

The legendary wizard’s golem-making plan is destined to consume an unimaginably huge amount of time and energy to study. It is a beautiful subject that is calm, peaceful and fulfilling. At least for punk, the dense rune and complex energy structure are not compatible. They do not represent boring and boring, but they are beautiful and beautiful notes dancing in the heart. A spellcaster who loves magic can always swim in the ocean of knowledge with a happy mood, even if this process will last ten years. For thousands of years……

However, the calmness of the researchers in the magic tower is destined to have nothing to do with the “workers” who go out to work. In the long tens of thousands of years, the bloody battle in hell has not only not stopped, but has intensified, and that as a “foreign aid” The young avengers who exist as “mercenaries” are still active for thousands of years and kill enemies on the battlefield of “Belesius Rift”.

Before she knew it, Ganatica had even been fighting at the forefront of the bloody battle for more than 43,000 years. Although fighting brainless demons is really not technical, killing stupid and stupid demon lords is also a must. Generally, it can’t be regarded as the “legendary record” of a legendary professional, but Ganatica, who has killed three or four sub-lords along the way, can definitely be regarded as a battle-hardened man. The armor made of the thick leather of the rank lord has been damaged in large pieces, and the sharp blades made of abyss ore have even appeared fissures in the long fighting career.

However, for Ganatica, who has improved in level and has rich experience, what he has been fighting for for more than 40,000 years still seems hazy and vague, just as he has now experienced a battle that lasted about three years. After the continuous battle, sitting on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood and looking around in confusion, the Young Avengers who fought every day in addition to fighting seemed to feel that their minds had begun to become numb.

“I’m over fifty thousand years old this year. Thanks to that sad memory, I still can’t forget everything that happened fifty thousand years ago, but… But as time goes by, why does the numbness fill my mind in the mind?”

Sitting on a huge and fragmented demon corpse, Ganatica, who carefully wiped the long knife in his hand, was empty-eyed and thoughtful as he muttered to himself.

In the long battle of more than 40,000 years, the withdrawn boy still inevitably got into the habit of talking to himself. His words were not only for the magic crow vector who had been with him all the time, but also for himself. , after all, demons don’t know how to communicate, and low-level demons with a strict hierarchy do not dare to communicate with powerful legendary powerhouses.

Moreover, after every battle, there are no living intelligent creatures that can be used to communicate with Ganatika except for the flying magic crows. The rift in the abyss of Belethius is one of the central battlefields of the bloody battle. Here It is simply a large super meat grinder. After each battle, the dark red corpses will be piled up into several mountains under the accumulation of years and months. Only the legendary powerhouses who have killed a whole batch of invading demons can pile up the corpses on the mountains. Feeling the war, other creatures that are not strong enough can only become inconspicuous cornerstones on the mountain of corpses.

However… even though Ganatica is talking to the only “friend”, the vector whose personality has changed greatly does not answer the words of the new master, it is just very loyal and plays the duty of vigilance, staring at the distance. It was in a huge abyss, and it looked as silent and ominous as an ordinary crow…

In this way, Ganatica could only wipe the rough long knife in his hand with a blank expression in the end, and then began to stare at the abyss crack in the distance with the vector.

Demons are endless, and the next batch of invading demons will pour into hell from the blood-red rift without hesitation. At that time, Ganatica, who is in charge of the Belethus battlefield, needs to respond in time and cannot let it be. Demons break through the frontiers of Belethius’ battlefield.

This is like an extremely boring offensive and defensive game. The enemy rushes in in a swarm, and the combatant slashes and kills every creature in sight and then quietly waits for the next wave of enemies. The entire army invaded from the abyss. All are the targets that he needs to “slaughter”, and only those few “little devils” who were fortunately missed will be left to the “little devils” guarding the border to solve.

This process has been repeated countless times for more than 40,000 years, and because the battle process with low-IQ demons is too simple, Ganatica has reached the level of a legendary warrior of level 24. There are already signs of stagnation, and the only battle results he can see now are the resource numbers revealed on the crystal card presented by the “Candy Merchant” – of course, these numbers will be directly accumulated to a certain extent. Cleared, it means that all the spoils of the young Avengers have been sent to the magic tower of a legendary mage in the Faerun plane.

“…”

“Hello my friend, you don’t seem to be in a good mood”?

Against the background of the blood moon, a dark breeze blew through the dark hell. Just as Ganatica used mechanized movements to clean up the already clean sharp blades little by little, a pale palm gently slid from her. He patted the boy on the shoulder from behind.

Looking back, Ganatica saw a thin young man with a bloodless face and huge double horns on his head.

That is undoubtedly the nominal employer of the legendary foreign aid – Archduke Oakles.

“Hey… don’t answer, your expression is enough to say a lot… Remember the advice I gave you on the first day you came to hell? It’s stupid to think about anything in the middle of a bloody battle. Very stupid because this is a war known throughout the multiverse for being brutal and mindless…I can see you’re a very deep guy, well, “deeper” than most demons, but in too long Even the devil has to learn to relax himself, and of course you need to learn to let go of all troubles and relax enough.”

Like a magic trick, he took out two large cans of crimson spirits, and the Archduke Oaklis, who was wearing a jet-black armor of thorns, was already sitting beside Ganatica familiarly.

Although the thing lying on the ground is a bloody corpse of a demon, but the casual Oaklis obviously doesn’t care about it.

I saw him drank half the bottle of spirits in one gulp regardless of Ganatica’s somewhat surprised eyes, and then looked directly at the young avenger with a faint tone and said:

“I can see that you are a person who understands hatred and a person who is repressed, but you must understand that hatred can make people stronger or crazy, and you need to manipulate the hatred in your heart, Instead of letting hatred manipulate you, you can’t actively pursue hatred—especially in battle… This is too stupid and too dangerous!”