It is said that there is a long river in this world, which spans five continents and is called Guangyin.

The river of time has lasted for millions of years, and its source is unknown, but it is definitely at a level that even the gods cannot understand.

The river flows slowly, either calmly or with rapid splashes, maintaining the movement of the world, controlling the birth and destruction of all things, witnessing countless heroic epics, witnessing the prosperity and decline of forces, and ruining countless talented strong men.

They are all in the splashing waves!

If the river of time is drawn out or stagnated, the world will fall into stillness, bound like a mirror. Only by transcending time can we survive.

"Whoops!"

The sky is filled with snow and the sky is stagnant. The world here is horribly cold, with the temperature plummeting to -40 to 50 degrees below zero, brewing a blizzard with astonishing lethality.

On the other side of this snowy field, the river of time stopped flowing and actually stagnated. Seeds took root in the light yellow river water, and delicate green buds popped up, and pink-purple flower buds bloomed. The petals were crystal clear, blocking the flow of time.

The movement of the river.

Later, the flowers contained great power, causing the river of time to slowly flow backwards, and the effect of time and space rewinding broke out outside!

The ice tide resumed its flow, but it quickly retreated backwards in a sweeping manner!

In the ice wave that was tens of meters high, countless knights with frightened expressions spurted out from the bottom. They were running forward, but they were retreating backwards, getting further and further away from the ice wave.

Subsequently, the ice wave continued to spit out, and hundreds of knights turned their heads in fear and fell into a pool of blood. The flowing blood returned to the stab wound with miraculous recovery power, and then stood up again, maintaining a

The formation of the Knights.

Peter's face turned, and he was run over by the invisible wheel. Beside him, two small pieces of kneecaps became like sperm. As the blood mist condensed, they jumped into the legs of the white horse. The horse's legs immediately stood up, and Peter also jumped from the grass.

He flew up like a fairy and sat firmly on the white horse.

"For Constantine!"

Finally, the reverse flow of time returned to its normal flow. Peter rode a white horse, looked at his subordinates in neat formation, passed in front of everyone, and shouted loudly!

"For Constantine!"

The knights shouted loudly, the sound was as loud as drums, and drew their swords to show that they were really from the city of Constantine.

"Very good, military morale is available!"

Pete encouraged everyone, and after daily brainwashing, he led the troops into the wilderness.

At the same time, he subconsciously touched his face, feeling that something was wrong.

"Why is my face hurting during this expedition to the wasteland? Is it because... the wind is too cold?"

They are not a special case. In the towns that were destroyed by justice from heaven, countless ice and snow condensed into huge icicles, returning to the sky. The frost faded, revealing the terrified civilians struggling to escape.

The evil god's method is to wipe out the aftermath of the war that broke out in the Far North and solve the root cause of the premature outbreak of the winter disaster. At this level, even the goddess of the night cannot detect it, and she also throws the blame to the Far North.

A god who watches the battle.

…

The snow is capped and ice and fog are rising.

The iceberg that stretches for thousands of miles has been ravaged. Even a drop of blood from a strong man can cause an explosion like an explosion and collapse a snow mountain without any difficulty.

On top of the snow-capped mountains, more than a dozen figures of strong men stood facing the wind, dividing up the spoils after the war.

The Demon King who had previously condensed a volcano was accidentally discovered due to the execution of his mission. Surrounded by the crowd, he gritted his teeth and turned around to fight.

In the end, the demon king who was sent to test by the evil goddess fell under the siege of everyone.

"My king has just sent news that we want this part of the bloodline."

A man wearing holy armor carries a vine bow on his back and wears a moon blade on his waist. His golden hair is fluttering in the wind, and his ears are slenderer than ordinary people, revealing that he is a pure elf.

"Hmph, the elves are a group of cowardly guys, destined to decline, not to mention that the elf kings of this generation are old and faint, and they will not survive!"

On the other side, a short man with only the waist of an adult, wearing a horn helmet and holding a heavy hammer, had a messy beard on his face, his chest was rising and falling slightly, and he was breathing heavily.

In the camp that formed an alliance to kill the Demon King, there were actually elegant elves and rough and heroic dwarves.

Since the wall leading to the main plane from the Abyss Demon Realm has been weakened by 10%, setting off the Demon King's wave of disaster, and against the backdrop of this sweeping five continents, all the intelligent races in the Midland Continent have united to build countless counterattacks.

The Demon King Alliance, with the support of the God Realm, includes humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, mermaids, dragons, etc., joining forces to fight back against the Demon King.

After all, the demons have been training in the abyss for hundreds of thousands of years. Whether it is the combat effectiveness of the army or the power of individuals, they have completely surpassed any clan in the main plane.

For example, there are thousands of main races in the abyss demon world, and it is about to exceed 10,000. Liches who control undead dragons, ghosts that suck people's souls, succubi who rely on beauty to seduce, and the cooperation of various demons, it is even more...

It can erupt with disaster-like power, and even break through the Kingdom of God and kill gods!

Tens of thousands of years ago, facing the invasion of powerful enemies, the living space on the continent was gradually compressed, prompting the establishment of an alliance of intelligent races.

However, if you reach the platinum level, it is not common to form an alliance to kill the demon king. Generally speaking, those who join forces to kill the demon king are usually from their own race.

Not only is the rich legacy of the Demon King used to digest the forces run by the Demon King in the name of justice, but also because the various races are worried about trusting each other's back, especially the sensitive and simple elves, because they have been manipulated by the human race in recent years.

The trap was miserable, and the human race occupied the dominant position on three continents, so most of them had been hiding in their homes and swallowing their anger.

But the elves' tolerance did not bring them peace.

Elves, because of their beauty given by God, can turn people into devils, leading to the prevalence of slave traders.

And because the nobles in the kingdom secretly supported and operated privately, an industrial chain full of huge profits was finally formed.

The elves tried to resist and overthrow the rule of the human race, but the human race was favored by fate and grew stronger day by day. In addition to the ancient and noble royal blood, the elves were exploited and oppressed by the human race to varying degrees.

Therefore, the upper-level combat power of the elves will not cooperate with the human race, for fear of being stabbed and sold after changing hands.

As for the dwarves, it's even worse.

The mined veins were forcibly taken over, the forged equipment was bought at the lowest price, and the strong liquor he drank was secretly exchanged for a little water (the dwarves suspected it was a bucket). The hatred against the humans was not small, but the hatred against the elves.

The biggest reason is that thousands of years ago, the demon god disguised himself as an elf god, prompting the elf army to massacre the dwarves. The relationship between the two races has always been very bad, and stabbing in the back can be reasonably explained.

"Haha, just you? You want a piece of the devil's essence after leaving a few holes?"

"The Holy Spirit Tower that the Tower of Heras owes our clan has not paid back yet, so this time it will be included in the total."

"Everyone knows that the Demon King contains the origin of the Demon God behind him. The essence of the Demon God transformed from the origin can assist us in our practice for several months. It is much more useful than the Holy Spirit Fountain."

"you!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing. I will give you what I promised you, but right now, we need to open up the opportunity of this legacy."

The old man holding the Great Sun Bow twitched his lips and turned everyone's attention to the real purpose of this trip.

"boom!"

A palace floated in the sky, bursting with colorful rays of light, surrounding it like a horse. Everyone showed joy, guessing that this was one of the inheritance left by such a powerful person.

Encountering the Demon King by chance on the road was an unexpected gain, but what was truly precious was this floating palace, which contained a treasure that even the Platinum-level powerhouses coveted.

As for the winter disaster, it was just that the palace made too much noise, causing a blizzard to sweep across the glaciers and snowy mountains, sweeping across most of Northern Europe.

"I agree."

The elf was the first to agree. His main goal was this dilapidated but magnificent temple, which was suspected to be a relic left behind by the gods. He gave up fighting with the dwarves.

Under the prophecy of the sage known as the "Hand of the Gods" in Northern Europe, this time is a rare opportunity.

In other words, starting from this year, the entire heritage will open its door to welcome inheritors.

Later, at the suggestion of the old man, the devil's body was handed over to his temple knights for safekeeping, and everyone burst out with silver-gold magic energy, like a dazzling waterfall across the starry sky, exploding with infinite mysterious power!

This temple is suspected of turning the impossible into possible, opening up a new path of cultivation for everyone, and is a treasure that everyone covets!

Even the powerful elf who was as calm as water and turned on the sage mode couldn't help but swallow in his throat and looked excited.

Relics can be regarded as man-made battlefields of different dimensions. They are usually passed down to future generations by powerful people who have touched the bottleneck but are approaching their end.

Or maybe the gods have fallen, and the artifacts and equipment exploded to the ground, all turned into a different-dimensional battlefield, and successors are selected to one day replace the fallen gods and return to the throne of God!

Among the treasures in the relics, there may be precious sequence sacred trees, extremely mysterious cultivating techniques, or secret information hidden in the billowing clouds, which are valuable!

The next moment, the palace received the message from this group of people applying to enter, and a flash of red light flashed, swallowing up everyone's figures.

"Hoo ho!"

As the world began to spin, the surrounding vision suddenly brightened. Everyone opened their eyes one by one, looking at the dilapidated ruins around them, the battlefield bombarded by artillery fire, and large groups of people fleeing. They couldn't help but be startled.

The sky was dark and boundless, mixed with the wails and roars of evil spirits, which made people feel frightened and uneasy.

"It seems that this is an illusion, and we were transported to the assessment set by the original owner."

The old man was the first to react. As a senior member of the Heras Tower, he had also passed the assessment of some of the relics and had rich experience in this matter.

Then, it is reasonable to use it secretly to deceive allies.

"Wait a minute, my power is gone! No, it's my level. Why did I become Silver Elementary?"

A temple knight shouted, and he looked around confusedly. He saw a group of people wearing fine armor, but their faces looked familiar.

Everyone was in a daze and realized that their rank had plummeted to silver.

"It seems that the first round of assessment is to intercept the enemy's offensive."

A magician holding a crystal staff looked at the foggy battlefield ahead and said.

In the mist, the soldiers of his own force were defeated and fled. He raised his hand and pierced the head of a deserter with an ice pick. He passed through it in one breath and stabbed the two deserters in front, killing three with one blow!
To be continued...