super dimensional lord

This is a human girl from the Guz Continent captured by the vampire lord's subordinates during the last invasion.

"Virgin's blood, that sweet delicacy is so lingering!"

The vampire lord stopped the girl in his arms, buried his head on the girl's neck and took a deep breath.

The girl looked terrified and struggled weakly.

It enjoys the blood of virgins, and still more the sweetness of life when it ends in fear.

"It's a pity that these fragile living people can't bear the corrosion of death breath for a long time." The vampire lord thought, with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, "This is the last sweet food. If it was in the past, I really couldn't bear it, but now, More delicious food has been delivered to your door!"

The vampire lord suddenly opened his mouth wide, the corners of his lips split to the base of his ears, revealing sharp canine teeth. In an instant, he changed from a gentleman with a gloomy temperament into a terrifying bloodthirsty beast!

The human girl trembled, staring at the vampire lord in fear, pushing and shouting desperately.

The arms of the vampire lord were like iron hoops, tightly encircling the human girl. The next moment, his ferocious big mouth suddenly bit the human girl's white neck!

"Ah~~" the human girl let out a miserable scream.

At the very moment, a ray of holy light came from outside the sky and pierced the vampire lord's head fiercely.

The vampire lord let out a scream, and thick black smoke billowed from his body.

Panting heavily, the human girl pushed the vampire lord away, stumbled and ran two steps, looked around, with an incredulous expression on her face.

I saw that the silver armor knights who should have been swallowed up rushed forward majestically.

In the sky, countless great swords of holy light hang.

The next moment, the Great Sword of Holy Light fell down like a torrential rain.

Will of the [-]th Plane

Before the unknowable years, the plane of the undead was also full of flowers and green grass.

The erosion of death turned it into a dead wasteland.

When Chen Yu set foot on this dead gray land, what he felt was a deep sense of sadness.

As an existence that touches the realm of God, it is not difficult to feel the emotions of others.

"However, it's not the creatures that are sad, but this plane!"

Although it was unbelievable, Chen Yu truly felt the pain and struggle of this plane, as well as the infinite desire for life.

Like the last faint call of a terminally ill old man.

Can a plane also have life?

Chen Yu didn't know the answer, but he could clearly feel the plea of ​​this undead plane.

"Is this plane about to die?"

Chen Yu was puzzled.

"Vanessa." Chen Yu contacted Vanessa in the mental space.

"His Majesty?"

After waiting for a while, Vanessa replied, and her mental state seemed to be very excited.

"Vanessa, is there any record of the undead plane in the memory of your ancestors?" Chen Yu asked.

"Of course I have!" Vanessa replied affirmatively, "Although my ancestors have never set foot in the legendary underworld, which is the source of all death. But ordinary undead planes have been to a lot, and even some powerful I have traveled to the plane of the undead."

"A powerful undead plane?"

"Yes. In the memory of my ancestors, it is the most profound plane, because she faced death many times in that undead plane.

It was a very prosperous undead plane.The number of undead is huge, demigods are not as rare as in other planes, and legendary existences are everywhere.It is said that in that plane, there are dozens of strong demigods on the bright side.

It's a pity that my ancestors failed to see all the features of that undead plane.

After all, the living are very unwelcome in the undead world. After being besieged and chased by many demigods for a long time, my ancestors had to withdraw from that undead world. "

After finishing the conversation with Vanessa, Chen Yu fell into deep thought.

A powerful undead world?

And, not the underworld.

There is no doubt that the underworld is the source of all undead worlds.

All the undead worlds today are caused by the erosion of the death breath of the underworld.

The longer those planes are eroded by the breath of the underworld and the closer they are to the underworld, the stronger they will naturally be.

But what puzzled Chen Yu was why the undead plane he was in conveyed sad feelings to him.

It stands to reason that after the plane is transformed into a world of death, the most affected is the extinction of creatures, and it should have little impact on the plane itself.Today, that notion appears to have been turned on its head.

"Could it be that the plane itself is also afraid of this kind of erosion? Or that the plane, like the living beings, is eroded by the breath of death and turned into the undead plane, just like a person becomes a zombie. The individual is still the same individual, but it can no longer be regarded as the original one. people."

"However, this is an opportunity!"

Chen Yu's mouth curled into a smile.

Close contact with the origin of a plane, there are not many opportunities to talk to the will of the plane.

Even in the thirteen planes of Gus Continent, Chen Yu has never touched the will of the planes.

Contacting the will of the plane will help Chen Yu understand the existence form of the plane and the operating mechanism of the will of the plane, which is of immeasurable benefit for him to manage his own plane and his absolute domain space.

Thinking of this, Chen Yu immediately let go of his spirit, allowing that inexplicable sadness to touch his thoughts.

Under the deliberate guidance of this emotion, Chen Yu quickly entered a mysterious state.

Chen Yu had encountered this state when he condensed the seeds of faith.

All external objects are isolated, leaving only the core of one's own will, or the ontology of the seed of belief.

The will of the plane gradually lifted its veil in front of Chen Yu's seed of belief.

Chaotic, scattered, heterogeneous, huge.

This is Chen Yu's impression and sense of the will of the plane.

The will of a living being, no matter how chaotic it is, has a fixed trajectory. Even mental patients and even lunatics have a clear thinking pattern.