Pokemon phobia

The Lake of Corrosion stayed in the sky for about seven days. After they left, the land returned to a barren and flat gray-black color.

Tai Lun watched them tumbling and drifting away, and suddenly raised his hand to make an ingestion movement. The next moment, a piece of a lake of corrosion in the distance was immediately torn off, and was imprisoned in his palm by an invisible space barrier.

Tai Lun looked down at the cloudy gray-blue liquid, his eyes thoughtful.

He had suspected it a long time ago—the lake of corrosion is an existence similar to elemental elves in this world.But since he has not been able to detect any breath of life from the lake of corrosion, he has not been sure.

But if you think about it from another direction, the world itself has "dead", and it is not impossible for the elemental spirits that coexisted with the world to die together.The current Lake of Corrosion is like a machine whose action mode has long been set, and it can only operate rigidly and instinctively.

No...probably not that they died with the world, but that they sacrificed themselves to fill the weakening barriers of the world.

In the legends of this world, the lake of corrosion lives in the void of chaos—but that is almost impossible, even the world will gradually disintegrate and melt under the erosion of the void of chaos, the lake of corrosion has no ability to stay for a long time In that extremely harsh environment.

So they actually stayed on the barriers of the world, and used their bodies to relieve the negative pressure on the barriers of the world.

Tyron guessed that the whispers and howls he "heard" in the state of supernormal perception were the world will of this world.He can't really hear those voices now. In fact, normal creatures shouldn't be able to hear them. What caught his attention was that the situation was so subtle that it was similar to what the high elves of Azera said, "The World Tree can understand it." The language of the wind" coincides.

The gray-blue lake water in the palm of his hand was still churning endlessly, Tai Lun let go of the control over that space with a thought.This small ball of lake water quickly escaped from his palm, chased towards the main body, and quickly disappeared into the mist.

If he can analyze the basic structure of the lake of corrosion, maybe he can open up a brand new magic system in this world, but he won't do that.This world is doomed to perish, unless someone can reshape its laws and add a new "core" similar to the pillar of the world to resist the erosion of chaos and void...

It's a pity that he can't do this, he is only good at destroying the world faster.

So opening up a power system with no future for a doomed world, he didn't bother to do that.

After the corrosion cycle ended, Tyron wanted to set off immediately to find the skeleton he left behind, but was stumbled again before leaving.

A large-scale conflict and killing broke out among the demons who gathered and mixed here.

The Demon Realm has been accustomed to different races living in different regions since the time of the Twelve Demon Gods in ancient times, and it is impossible for evenly matched superior demons to coexist peacefully.Their life forms and living habits are too different. When they gather together, they cause trouble for each other almost every moment.

Even though the three demon kings joined forces to suppress this riot, it still intensified and finally alarmed him.

[Your Majesty the Demon God, it is your servant who is incompetent, please punish him. 】The magic ant king prostrated himself on the ground and buried his head low.

Beside it were also kneeling the Flame Demon King and the Troll Demon King, all of whom fearfully dared not raise their heads for fear of offending God.Looking down at the chaotic scene in front of him, Tai Lun looked indifferent, and the terrifying mental power spread instantly, pressing all the maddened upper demons to the ground.

"You guys let me down."

The three demon kings trembled uncontrollably when they heard the words. Among them, the troll king, a stone giant more than ten meters high, couldn't bear the pressure, and said tremblingly: "God, I would like to offer three succubi, please cool down."

Tai Lun glanced at it lightly, and half of the stone giant's arm was instantly reduced to ashes.It didn't dare to say anything again, only to hear Tai Lun say again: "Notify all the demons to move away from the edge of the abyss and gather here. I will divide the residences of each tribe and establish a ruling system. You three don't let me down again. "

Watching his back disappear into the mist, the Fire Demon King lowered his voice and scolded the Troll King: "Have you been taken away by the Wandering Soul King? You actually said that you would dedicate the succubi you used to God."

The troll king hugged the broken arm aggrievedly: "But I can't use it, I just put it there for a look. Those succubi are still clean."

The Fire Demon King rolled his lava-colored eyes at him.

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At the same time, somewhere beside the abyss in the Eastern Demon Realm, a white arm suddenly stretched out from under the abyss, pressing down on the ground and dragging the whole body up with difficulty.

Carlos was lying on the ground panting violently, his long gray hair was dragging on the ground, but it was not stained with any dust.His arms and legs were constantly trembling slightly due to excessive force, and the unfamiliar soreness made him feel that it was extremely difficult to control his body.

He rested for a while, and reluctantly raised his hand to look in front of his eyes. The bright red blood oozed from his worn fingertips flowed down his fair skin, and the slightest touch caused severe pain.

Carlos stared at his hand for a while, then spread it back to the ground again.

He just spent at least ten days climbing from the bottom of the abyss to the ground, and now his physical strength has been completely exhausted, and he can't stand up at all.He can't sense magic elements in this world, and the worst thing is—his body seems to have mutated because he swallowed too much of the world's origin in a short period of time.

He is no longer a half-energy life like the high elves, but a real material life.

However, this situation does not seem to be irreversible, as long as he completely digests these origins, he will no longer be restricted.

Carlos tried to move his wings, and the airflow caused him to lose his balance and panic, so he quickly stopped the experiment.

"Woo..." In the distant sky, the lake of corrosion, which was about to return to the chaotic void, was slowly approaching, and those small murmurs and wailing sounds came with the wind, making Carlos frowned at the noise.

The whimpering soon weakened, as if aware of his displeasure, he dodged aside, and quietly rushed to the other side of the abyss.

Carlos took a deep breath, struggled to get up, identified his position and walked forward.

The demon world does not divide day and night, and he slowly walked towards his destination. During this long journey, he gradually adapted to his new power and began to learn how to use the pair of demon wings to fly.

He traveled faster and faster, and finally, he returned to the place where he parted from Tai Lun.

Never before, he would not want to see Tai Lun so quickly as he does now.

But when he forced himself to search through the fog, he still saw the white keel half buried in the gray-black ground.

……

Tai Lun arranged everything, used the name of the demon god to force all the demons to settle down, and then immediately rushed to the place where the bones were abandoned.At that time, his condition was extremely poor, and he could no longer tell where he was, so now he could only use space to move to that area first, and then search slowly.

He was walking slowly on the empty and flat gray soil, when he suddenly heard a crying sound not far away.He felt that the voice was a little familiar, and couldn't help frowning and walked over there.

The mist that blocked his vision gradually became transparent, and he saw his skeleton buried in the ground, and... a gray-haired succubus.

Tai Lun's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he stared fixedly at the figure curled up by the dragon's head.

The gray-haired succubus seemed to be aware of the abnormality, and the suppressed sobs subsided, and slowly turned to look at him, revealing a familiar face with red eyes.

Time and space seem to have stopped at this moment.