The end of a week is like the last darkness pierced before dawn, but there is a surging surging in the quiet.

Since the earthly courtyard has descended into the 5th world, the rules of this abyss have been completely broken.

The robber camp was shocked by the power of the heavenly-based weapons and was defeated. In almost a few days, all the forces of the non-orderly and kind camp evacuated quickly and rushed to a deeper plane, like frightened swarms of insects escaping from natural enemies.

escape.

In various fields of Depth 5, Hugh Abraham's name spread quickly, but it was not in a tone of reverence, but was mixed with deep fear and resentment.

Scholars from all over the world recorded this turmoil that swept through Depth 5 as "Chronicle of Psychic Disasters: The Precursor of the Abyss Eruption". There is a passage written in blood under the title, telling a nearly cursed warning:

[The disaster of the Golden Tyrant has already arrived in the heavens and all realms!

He is the master of the abyss, but he is covered in the cloak of light.

He calls himself the Redeemer, but what he does is far more crazier and cruel than our God.

Remember, if the creatures in the heavens and all worlds do not resist the tyrant immediately, countless plane hubs will be destroyed and countless lives will be killed.

The flag of the abyss will float on every lost plane, and the flag is engraved with a cold face, which is the symbol of the golden tyrant——]

The author of this passage is an exiled elf prophet named Eldrad Ursan, with a pointed ear, whose words are filled with madness mixed with resentment and fanaticism.

He is an exile and one of the remains of [Elf Royal Court].

As a former prophet of the royal court, he personally experienced the war between the kingdom of heaven and the Olegent Empire against the [Elf Royal Court]. This hatred has been with him for hundreds of years and has long been engraved into his bones.

He compared the advent of the courtyard with the war of that year, and portrayed Hugh Abraham as a conqueror in the cloak of light, whom he regarded as the second Mu in the kingdom of heaven.

He called on the creatures of the heavens and all worlds to unite, resist the invasion of the Abyss, resist the dive of the abyss, and stop the outbreak of the abyss.

He said:

[The Maharaja of the Abyss and his demons are about to descend to all realms. They wear armor of blood and iron, claiming to be "angels" and "sons of the courtyard".

Any creature that resists them will be swallowed by their flames.

Those so-called sons of the courtyard, their thoughts are filled with the tyrant's fanaticism, sweeping the world with the creed of the golden tyrant.

They are the pioneers of the outbreak of the abyss and fears that creatures cannot reach.

The great gods once blocked the abyss on the land of Terra. They used their great power to create a crystal-like sealing barrier and imprisoned the demons of the abyss in an ancient planet called Terra.

But now, the seal has loopholes. The demons who should have been hiding in the seal are beginning to move under the auspices of the new Abyss Lord. They are walking in the abyss in the name of angels, trying to seize the heavens and all worlds!

The demons' fellow demons defiled the sacred tree of the royal court, implemented the sacred tree with turbid finance, dragged the heavens and all worlds, deceived the gods, confused all living beings, and escaped the seal.

Everyone, don’t be confused by the turbid golden tree!

We should unite immediately, drive the abyss back to Terra, wash the sacred tree, and let the light return!!!]

The elf prophet's words aroused the fear and wavering of some forces, but more of them were sarcastic sarcasm to the exile.

"Hehe, he said it nicely. If he really has the courage to resist, why don't he take the lead in charge?"

The gang of raiders hidden in Depth 5 scoffed at the speech of the Elf Prophet.

They knew better than anyone how the reputation of the Golden Tyrant was established - the light of that day-based weapon not only illuminated the base of the raiders, but also made everyone realize that no matter how they hide, they could not compete with that kind of absolute

The power of

"One lock of the space-based weapon is enough. Who wants to try it?"

"If you have the ability, he will choose the fourth sword-holder in the Kingdom of Heaven by himself, don't open his mouth."

The raiders made decisions at the same time: destroy all devices that can track their coordinates and erase any traces of potentially exposing their identity and location.

They lurked like prey in a deeper world, completely disappearing into vision.

Not only did they verbally mock Eldrad's incitement, but they were also very honest in their actions. Everyone chose to retreat without exception.

The warning of the elf prophet Eldrad spread among the hidden forces.

His language is full of hatred and fear, and he portrays the earthly courtyard as a symbol of the arrival of the abyss and Hugh Abraham as a golden tyrant.

He hopes that all creatures will unite and expel the forces of the heavens back to Terra, and calls on everyone not to be confused by the [Golden Tree]. The so-called Ivy War is essentially a war that should not exist. The creatures in the heavens and all worlds should be cleansed.

[Golden Tree], avoid fighting each other.

He never stopped.

The Elf Prophet himself knew that his incitement could not achieve immediate results, but he did not care.

He is an old elf and an exile. He knows that his words are destined to not change the situation immediately, but he can plant seeds of resistance to the abyss for the heavens and all realms.

He continued to wander among the worlds with his pitiful followers.

He still tried to gather more forces to unite in the name of "resisting the atrocities of the abyss".

He used his spiritual power to burn his warning messages on parchment paper and used them to spread them in various hidden gathering places.

However, every time the elf prophet lobbies, there is a deep fear hidden.

He knew that the hunter of heaven would eventually find himself, and that the golden tyrant would not allow such a voice to spread freely.

He was escaping and lobbying, and every word he threw was a gambling he made in the face of time.

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All heavens and all worlds, depth 5. The courtyard of the world.

In the courtyard, it was as calm as usual.

Simulation of the projection of the sunlight through the sky and sprinkles on every corner of the courtyard, warmly stroking the buildings, land and busy people.

In this calm atmosphere, in the principal's office built by the principal himself in the courtyard, Xia Xiu was holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

This parchment paper carved the content called "The Theory of Psychic Disasters". The words exude a faint strange luster, and the text is filled with special psychological maternal mom.

——It can make readers unable to help but resonate with their content, and even begin to subconsciously identify with their content.

Next to Xia Xiu, Vice President and Prime Minister of the Administration, Touls, held his hands in his chest and his eyes were as calm as usual;

The intelligence spy stood quietly in the first week, his face full of solemnity;

The commander of the Imperial Guards, Broly, stood a little further away, with his arms folded on his chest, his eyes drooping, as if waiting for orders.

Xia Xiu gently flicked the parchment in his hand, but it seemed that he was not affected by the inflammatory content on it.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at a strange handicraft rather than a hostile manifesto.

“The contents on this parchment…”

Yi Zhou walked forward, lowered his head slightly, and handed the documents in his hand to Xia Xiu, with a calm tone but firm report:

“It is spreading viral to the depths of the heavens and all worlds.

I have traced several organizations and forces responsible for communication within 5 and have had the Secretary-General warn them through diplomatic means by the Authority.

At present, they have indeed become honest and dare not promote communication."

"But..." Yi Zhou paused, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was considering his words.

"I suspect that other communicators who are hidden deeper, there is a greater force behind them that acquiesces and even directly fund the actions of this elf prophet.

Otherwise, this transmission speed and strength would never have been achieved by an exile with the power of several small groups."

Xia Xiu lowered his head and glanced at the parchment paper, slowly slid across the emotionally inflammatory words, and whispered:

"The Maharaja of the Abyss and his demons are about to come to the world. They wear armor of blood and iron, claiming to be 'angels' and 's sons of the courtyard'... Any creature that resists them will be swallowed by their flames..."

His voice was low and flat, without anger or anxiety, only a casual interest, as if it was just a mere statement of resistance, not a real threat.

He looked up and looked at Touls.

"This elf prophet, Eldrad Ursan, has incited very well."

Xia Xiu spoke in a relaxed tone, with a smile on his lips, as if he didn't care about the accusations on the parchment.

"However, incitement also requires capital."

Turs held his arm and his eyes fell on the parchment in Xia Xiu's hand, with a bit of indifferent scrutiny in his eyes.

The fox-eared boy's voice was as calm as ever and sarcastic as ever:

"Indeed, he mastered some incitement methods, such as emotional manipulation, psychological maternal implantation, and content selection 'skills'. However, he was just a fool of those simplistic and swaying mobs."

Xia Xiu looked at the parchment in his hand with a smile, and his fingers flicked the edge of the paper, as if he was sending out a little unthreatening bug.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the intelligence spy next to him for the first week, and asked casually:

"Vito, what do you think?"

Yi Zhou took a step forward, stood beside Xia Xiu, reached out to gesture around his neck, and made a decisive action of wiping his neck.

The tone is cold and direct:

"Do it out--"

Xia Xiu raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by this straightforward answer.

Vito continued, his tone slowing down slightly:
To be continued...