The Great Dream God

In the mysterious and remote demon territory, four powerful forces intertwined to form the cornerstone of this area. The symbol of these four forces is the famous four-way demon patrol. They are like colors on a palette, giving this dark world a vivid vitality.

The red demon patrols were as blazing as flames. They came from the core of the territory, symbolizing endless enthusiasm and power. Their figures shuttled through the sea of ​​fire rolling in the lava, and the red light flickered like sparks in the dark night, illuminating every corner of the demon territory. With every step they took, the ground would tremble because of their fiery energy, as if the fire of hell was roaring.

The Green Demon Patrol is the smallest patrol team, because there are not many patches of vegetation in the Demon Territory, and most of the ground is barren. They are the guardians of life, originating from the secrets deep in the forest, representing growth and reproduction. Their figures wander in the jungle with vines and towering trees, full of greenery and vitality. Their eyes are glittering with cunning and wisdom, like forest elves, guarding the ecological balance of the Demon Territory.

The Blue Devil Patrol, they come from the cold abyss, symbolizing the deep ocean and the boundless sky. They patrol between the glaciers and the stars, their blue light is cold, like a meteor in the polar night, cutting through the darkness and bringing deep silence. Their existence is like the cold north wind, which makes people awe-inspiring and cannot be ignored.

Finally, there is the Purple Demon Patrol. They are the source of magic, originating from the mysterious magic tower, representing unpredictable power. Their figures are looming in the magic light, and the purple light is flickering, like the phantom of the stars, mysterious and powerful. Every time they release a spell, it is like the resonance of the universe, shaking every inch of the demon territory.

These four demon patrols, each with unique colors and powers, work together to maintain order in the demon territory. Their existence makes this seemingly desolate world full of dynamic balance and endless wonders.

Meng Jin led his iron-blooded army and just crossed the fiery crater of Tonggu Temple. They stepped out of the shadow of the volcano and into a vast wasteland, a land that seemed to be forgotten by time, vast and lonely. However, this tranquility did not last long. At the end of their sight, a strange breath began to emerge. It was a group of demons wearing emerald green armor. Their arrival broke the silence of the wasteland, like a ghost in the dark night, silent but impossible to ignore.

The armor of these demons was not the usual green color. They shone with a cold luster, like the vitality drawn from the deep forest, but with the chill of death. They were burly and stepped firmly. Every movement was full of power and cunning, as if foreshadowing that the upcoming battle would not be easy. Their appearance was like a strong wind sweeping across a calm lake, which instantly alerted Meng Jin and his soldiers and prepared to meet this unknown challenge.

Meng Jin's eyes were firm. He held the weapon tightly in his hand and stared at the demon army in the distance with a sharp gaze.

When the outline of the demon army appeared on the horizon, their appearance was like a sign of dark clouds covering the sun at dusk, bringing endless fear to the originally peaceful battlefield. These demons were burly, with skin as black as charred stone, and sharp horns piercing from both sides of their heads, revealing their evil nature. They harnessed the power of darkness, and when their wings flapped, they seemed to tear the air apart, bringing up waves of shrill whistles. They rose up in groups, like a dark storm, covering the sky and making it impossible to look directly at them.

They circled in the sky, forming a chilling picture, like a group of bloodthirsty bats, overlooking the helpless human troops below. The green tridents in the hands of those demons flashed with strange light, like a sign of death, which made people shudder. They were not ordinary weapons, but evil instruments containing demonic power, each of which carried a spell of destruction and destruction.

Suddenly, without any warning, the demons began to attack. They threw their green tridents at the crowd below, and the scene was like a deadly hailstorm falling from the sky. The tridents drew arcs in the air, with a cold wind sound, pointing directly at the hearts of the human soldiers.

Meng Jin's eyes were calm and resolute. He glanced at Edward beside him, and the silent instructions flowed between the two. Edward understood the trust and expectation. Although he might be a little nervous, he knew that only by standing up could he resolve the crisis. He took a deep breath, took a step forward resolutely, and walked towards the center of the chaos.

Edward stretched out his hands. The palms that once held countless knowledge were now shining with blood-red light, as if infused with some mysterious power. This light did not come from fear, but from firm belief and endless power. He gathered all his strength, and a blood-red wave of air gushed out from his palms, rushing straight into the sky, colliding head-on with the densely packed tridents pouring down like a rainstorm.

Each of those tridents carried a breath of destruction. They stabbed at the ground like lightning in the dark night. However, they seemed so powerless in front of the bloody air wave released by Edward. The air wave collided violently with the tridents. In an instant, countless tridents shattered in the air and turned into fragments, like summer hail, crackling and scattering on the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

Edward stood tall, sitting astride the inky black Pegasus that flashed with hellfire, like a heroic painting. His gaze was firm and sharp, like stars illuminating the night sky, shooting straight at the green demons that were also floating on the top of the blue sky. Their existence was like emeralds inlaid on the silk of the sky, but it carried an ominous aura.

"We are all from the same family of demons," Edward's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the endless sky. "I understand your doubts, but I must tell you that some things are unavoidable. I must protect these humans. They are the meaning of my existence and my hope for the future. This is not out of weakness, but comes from a deeper level of strength and responsibility."

His words were full of warnings, yet dignified. "So, I suggest you consider carefully and don't stand against me. I don't want to see bloodshed, I don't want to see death, but if you insist on doing so, the result will only be tragic. I don't want our kind to perish because of a foolish confrontation, and I don't want this sky to be tainted by wailing and wailing. Please remember that what I said is not a threat, but it foreshadows an irreversible outcome."

Edward's eyes swept over every demon, his determination was like the wings of a Pegasus, fearless and pointing straight to the sky. At this moment, his figure seemed so tall in the sky.