The Great Dream God

Meng Jin slowly reached out his hand and carefully took out a heavy ring from the depths of his chest pocket. The ring shone with a mysterious brilliance in the sun, as if it contained countless stories and memories. His fingers gently stroked the edge of the ring, and a complex look flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination. All around, the breath of volcanoes filled the air, the heat waves rolled, and the strong smell of sulfur seemed to foreshadow the upcoming heroism.

He did not hesitate or look back, but took a deep breath and threw it hard. The ring instantly cut through the air, like a meteor across the sky, and fell straight into the deep belly of the volcano. Under the blazing sky, it formed a sharp contrast with the blazing crater, like a stone bravely jumping into the sea of ​​fire, fearless and determined. The ring left a short and bright track in the air, and finally disappeared in the flames of the crater, and was ruthlessly swallowed by the boiling magma, leaving only that moment of brilliance, like a spark of life, blooming instantly in the endless heat, and then quickly extinguished.

The crater is a quiet place eroded by time and cooled by lava. It is like a scar on the earth, hot and mysterious. On the edge of the huge crater, an arc passed through the air. It was the trajectory of the ring. It flashed dazzlingly in the sun, like the short but brilliant life of a meteor. This scene became a dramatic moment in the silent background of the crater.

The charioteers, who had been trapped in this desolate land for a long time, followed the ring closely with their eyes, and a long-lost excitement gradually emerged on their faces. It was a kind of expectation, a kind of relief, and a kind of ecstasy of returning home. Their pupils reflected the magnificent view of the crater, and at the same time, they were burning with longing for the warm fire of their hometown. Everyone's breathing became rapid as the ring danced, as if the small metal ring carried all their hopes and dreams.

The heat waves of the crater rolled around them, and the hot breath was like an invisible hand, trying to pull them back into this endless predicament. However, the moment of throwing, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, broke free from its shackles, heralding the arrival of freedom. Their smiles bloomed under the scorching sun, more fiery than lava and more shocking than a volcano. At this moment, deep in their hearts, the picture of home has slowly unfolded, a peaceful pastoral, with lights waiting for their loved ones, and familiar smoke rising.

The ring disappeared into the depths of the crater, just like a seed of hope falling into fertile soil, nurturing future growth. The faces of those charioteers changed from tension to relaxation, and then from relaxation to happy smiles. They knew that home was just ahead, waiting for their return. This moment of release was the end of their long journey and the beginning of a new life.

Edward stood aside, his eyes were deep and full of warning, as if he was revealing a secret. He spoke softly, his voice low and firm, revealing a majesty that could not be ignored: "Our strength, friends, that is the real finale. We, the warriors of the demon clan, will never let your journey home be as smooth as you imagined." His words contained a prediction of the future and a fearlessness of challenges.

It can be predicted that the lords who control darkness and power in the distant demon territory must have heard the news at this moment - in the human world, a large number of passionate young people have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to gather under the Tunguska volcano. Their arrival is a provocation to the demon world and a proof of their own courage.

However, this will also be an obstacle to their return journey. The powerful demon lords stood like a rock on their way back, ready to cut off all possible retreat routes. Under the shadow of the volcano, lava rolled, and the hot breath and cold determination intertwined, forming a magnificent and dangerous picture. The demon lords' eyes, like falcons in the dark night, locked on every life that tried to cross their territory.

Tunguska Volcano, this natural wonder, is not only a geographical coordinate, but also a battlefield for the confrontation between the two worlds. The young power of mankind and the might of the devil form a sharp contrast, foreshadowing a fierce conflict that is about to take place. In this land stained by volcanic ash, every step forward may be accompanied by unknown dangers, and the difficulties of this journey may have just begun.

At the edge of the crater, a fiery hellish scene unfolded before our eyes. The lava rolled and roared like a red wave, and the blazing flames illuminated the sky, as if the sky was also ignited by this endless anger. Ashes and smoke swirled around, forming twisted phantoms, like the devil's strange veil. The hot air waves rolled in, and every gust of wind brought a piercing burning pain, as if even the air was burning.

However, facing this terrifying crater, Meng Jin showed no fear. His eyes were firm and deep, like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating the darkness ahead. He did not think that the predicament before him was an insurmountable gap, because he saw an unexpected opportunity - Edward, the rebel of the demon clan, the thief in the house.

Meng Jin stared at Edward closely, his voice low and powerful, every word like a hammer hitting his heart: "Edward, you, the traitor of the devil, if you really want us humans to break free from the shackles of this devil's territory, you should show us a way out." His words were full of threats, but also wise. "Have you ever thought about it, if we all die at the hands of the demon lord, where will your slave contract go? It will be torn to pieces by the angry master, and you, as a slave, your soul will also dissipate, scattered in this hot lava, and you will never have peace."

Meng Jin's words were like the flames of a volcano, fiery and resolute, reaching deep into Edward's heart and forcing him to re-examine his choice. This battle between man and devil was even more thrilling against the backdrop of the volcano, and Meng Jin's wisdom and courage, like diamonds in lava, shone brightly even in the worst environment.

Demon Territory, a vast land shrouded in shadows, where the wind howls like a symphony of eternal night. The lords live in castles made of cooled lava, their eyes piercing through the darkness, staring at the direction of the Tonggusi volcano. The volcano is like a sleeping beast, its hot breath roaring under the earth's crust, and from time to time, wisps of fiery smoke emerge, indicating its hidden violence.

The news spread silently among the demons like bats in the dark night. They learned what happened at the foot of the volcano. Those humans, like a group of explorers who strayed into a forbidden area, broke into this deathly land with unknown purposes. However, the demon lords' doubts did not last long. They did not care why these humans came. In their eyes, there was only the desire to hunt, an impulse derived from the dark instinct.

Their goal was clear: to eliminate every human who appeared at the foot of the Tunguska volcano, leaving no one alive. So they mobilized the four-way demon patrol, an army of flames and shadows. Their figures were looming in the ash and smoke of the volcano, like messengers of hell, ruthless and cruel. Their actions were like a storm, silent but unstoppable, ready to expel them all before humans noticed, or completely eliminate them.