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This sentence immediately infuriated Leyal and the others, but they refrained from showing it because Fishley and the others were present.

However, Ian was not particularly angry.

He was the Lord of MC and the God of Dawn.

“So, the Rodri Continent needs the redemption of dawn.”

Ian shook his head and then steered the conversation back on track.

“Tell me what you know about the Abyss.”

“Yes, Your Holiness.”

Fishley organized her thoughts and said slowly:

“Regarding the Abyss, it must start with the first Abyss that appeared on the Rodri Continent hundreds of years ago…”

What she was about to say next was a secret known only to the high-level members of the Elven race.

Two hundred and seven years ago, on a peaceful afternoon like any other.

The Elves were still living and working in peace in the Forest of Elves, and the Dwarves were forging iron in the volcanoes of the eastern foothills.

The Dragons were still happily collecting shiny things and creating life with various magical beasts.

The Humans were still in the midst of the nobles' wars.

That day, a purplish-black rift appeared in the sky over the Eastern Continent.

Demons roared out of it.

In just half a month, the various races of the East were almost completely defeated by the Demons, and the Rodri Continent was plunged into a frenzy of war and slaughter.

The hundred races retreated all the way, and were about to be forced into a desperate situation, when the alliance of the strongest members of each race besieged the Demon commander.

It was not until then that the hundred races learned that above the Demon commander, there were also the Seven Demon Lords.

After that, the Heavenly Chasm appeared, separating the Hundred Races Alliance and the Demons, thus beginning a war that lasted for two hundred years.

The Hundred Races Alliance went from constantly advancing at the beginning, eager to retake the land and drive away the Demons, to now, only wanting to hold on and survive.

As for how the Heavenly Chasm appeared, Fishley was not clear.

This made Ian a little concerned. Fishley was a newly born Elf, so it was understandable that she was not clear, but the Elf Queen was said to be over seven hundred years old, how could she not know?

I'm afraid it's another piece of desperate information.

That unofficial history may not be false.

… …

Since the Heavenly Chasm separated the Hundred Races Alliance and the Demons, the phenomenon of the Abyss began to appear frequently.

At first, it was in the territory of the Demons, and later, it even spread to the side of the Hundred Races Alliance.

However, all the Abyss only appeared for a short moment before disappearing.

Generally speaking, it served the purpose of transporting troops.

Only the original, and largest, Primeval Abyss, eternally hangs high in the sky of the Eastern Rodri Continent.

Like a big mouth, eager to devour the entire world.

In the fifty-seventh year of the Demons' arrival, the Second Anti-Demon War broke out.

The races sent out their accumulated fighting power of fifty-seven years, crossed the Heavenly Chasm, and attacked the Eastern Continent.

But that battle ultimately lost to the seven super-large Abyss that appeared out of thin air in the Western Continent.

The Hundred Races Alliance army was surrounded.

After that battle, the Elves realized the problem of the Abyss, and sent out Druid mages to scout many times.

At the cost of the lives of hundreds of powerful Druid mages, they finally determined that the Abyss was influenced by the Demons.

“Influence, not control, right?”

Ian interrupted Fishley, who nodded and said seriously:

“The Demons can rely on the Primeval Abyss to erode the world, thereby distorting the origin of the world and guiding the appearance of the Abyss.”

“And as the Primeval Abyss continues to erode the world, this guidance is becoming more and more precise. A hundred years ago, they could only roughly guide it and still had to pay a huge price.”

“But now…”

Fishley didn't say much. The appearance of the small Abyss in the territory of the Winged Race and outside the City of Origin explained the problem.

Ian was silent, and after a long time, he changed the subject and said:

“Is the Domain of Arrogance you mentioned in the Primeval Abyss?”

“No!”

Fishley shook her head and said in a deep voice:

“According to the knowledge feedback from our predecessors, the Seven Demon Lords do not reside in the same world. They each live in seven different Domains of Sin.”

“To distinguish which domain an Abyss comes from, you can observe the energy devouring trajectory of the Abyss. I previously inferred that the small Abyss belonged to the Domain of Arrogance based on this.”

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

“No wonder…”

“The Mind Flayers of Arrogance, the Rakshasa Ghosts of Wrath, the Leviathans of Envy, the Shadow of Sloth of Indolence, the Evil Spirits of Greed, the Undead Legion of Gluttony, the Succubi of Lust…”

“If these guys were really gathered in one world, I guess the Rodri Continent would be nothing, they would just fight among themselves.”

Fishley nodded repeatedly and said softly:

“This is also the basis for the Druid predecessors' speculation. The Primeval Abyss does not belong to any one domain, but serves as a connection point for the Seven Domains of Sin, twisting them together.”

“Of course, this is also a bold conjecture. The predecessors who entered the Primeval Abyss have not returned…”

“For this reason, our Elven race even sacrificed one of the most outstanding Druid sages in history.”

Ian closed his eyes and thought.

The words Seven Domains of Sin, Seven Demon Lords, and the main legion under the Seven Demon Lords flashed through his mind one by one.

The Seven Demon Lords are roughly equal in strength, and there is no one who can stand up and say, “Everyone here is trash.”

If so, how can the arrogant Demon Lords be united?

If the Primeval Abyss really connects the Seven Domains of Sin, what would be the result according to common sense?

Judging from the style of that King of Greed, one Rodri Continent would not be enough to fill his stomach, right?

Since the Primeval Abyss connects the other Domains of Sin, why…

Why would the King of Greed, this forever insatiable guy, turn a blind eye to the other six Domains of Sin?

What, do the Demons also care about the friendship between comrades?

If that were the case, the Mind Flayers would not call the other Demons hybrids.

In universally accepted logic, what factors can unite a group of supreme powerhouses?

For example, the Hundred Races Alliance: the Elves despise the Humans, the Merfolk despise the Humans, and the Giants despise the Dwarves and Humans.

And the Dragons fairly despise all other races.

They can still unite because of an external factor, because they cannot contend with the Demon Race alone.

Then what about the Demon Race?

Don't even mention that a single Sin Domain can't defeat the Hundred Races Alliance; even if the supreme powerhouses of the Hundred Races Alliance joined forces, they couldn't even severely injure the Gluttony King.

To put it bluntly, the Hundred Races Alliance is not even enough for any Sin Domain to wreak havoc on.

Without external factors, the Seven Sin Domains are not hostile to each other; on the contrary, they are quite harmonious in dealing with the Hundred Races Alliance.

The Seven Sin Demon Lords possess the power to decide the outcome in one battle, but they have never truly exterminated the Hundred Races Alliance...

Considering from an objective perspective, eliminating all impossibilities.

Ian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze solemn as he said:

"Behind the Seven Sin Demon Lords, who is it?"

"...I don't know."

Fishli lowered her head, somewhat bewildered, and said:

"Your Majesty the Pope's speculation, Her Majesty the Queen and the others also have it, but..."

"You dare not be certain, right?"

Ian replied calmly, and Fishli lowered her head in silence.

"This result is too terrifying; the Hundred Races Alliance, which even a Demon Lord cannot truly harm, cannot accept that there is an even more powerful existence controlling them behind the Demon Lords."

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"If I'm not mistaken, your Queen also told you that the Seven Sin Demon Lords cannot casually break through the boundaries and come to the Rodri Continent, right?"

Fishli nodded, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"The Queen did say that."

"Do you think it's credible?"

"..."

Sometimes, no answer is the best answer.

"So, you and the Humans are not that different after all."

Ian shook his head and took a sip of tea with a calm expression.

"The Humans passively resist, while you, although not passive, like to deceive yourselves."

"At least, this way we can still have hope of survival."

Fishli retorted to Ian for the first time.

Ian raised an eyebrow and stared straight at Fishli.

"Where is the hope?"

"I didn't know before."

Fishli shook her head, but in the next moment, she looked at Ian with a firm gaze.

"Now...the hope is right before our eyes!"

The two looked at each other, and the room was silent. After a long time, Ian chuckled and stopped being so aggressive.

He put down the teacup and began to play with the Abyss Crystal.

"So, can I assume that the Primordial Abyss is devouring the Rodri Continent, and the Demon Race is its vanguard?"

"As the Primordial Abyss continues to devour the Rodri Continent, the two worlds are gradually intertwined."

"This causes the phenomenon of the Abyss to become more and more frequent and more and more precise, because the world can't hold on anymore."

"And this so-called Abyss Crystal is just the condensation of the devoured world's origin after defeating the Abyss that devoured the world, so it is so pure?"

Fishli was stunned by what she heard, but she didn't answer.

Ian leaned forward, looking at Fishli curiously.

"So, the reason why the Demon Race doesn't decisively defeat the Hundred Races Alliance is that what they seek is never the Hundred Races Alliance, but this world."

"When this world is steadily devoured, and the Rodri Continent falls into the Primordial Abyss, the Demon Race...or rather, the one behind the Seven Sin Demon Lords, will get the world they want."

"At that time, the Demon Race can launch the final battle of annihilation."

Fishli slumped on the sofa, nodding blankly.

"This is also the Queen's speculation...but it's highly likely."

"The Queen personally said that the Seven Sin Demon Lords are not opponents that the Rodri Continent can contend with at all."

Leah and the others were shocked, but after taking a glance at Ian, who was sitting as steady as a mountain, the bewilderment in their hearts vanished.

No matter what, the Demon Race is no match for the Great Dawn!

"I understand why you don't dare to spread the secrets of the Abyss."

Ian nodded with a smile, as if this result was nothing to worry about for him.

"This answer will indeed make the Hundred Races Alliance completely despair."

"So, before that, what is the final plan of you Elves?"

Before Fishli could speak, Ian interrupted her with a smile.

"Let me guess."

"When the Primordial Abyss's progress in devouring the world reaches the final stage, that moment will also be when the Rodri Continent's world barrier is at its weakest."

"Gather the power of the supreme powerhouses of the Hundred Races Alliance, like the Demon Race, to open up an unknown space passage and send the fire out, right?"

"What's the name of this plan, Noah's Ark?"

After a long silence, Fishli raised her head and stared straight at Ian.

"Although the name is different, you guessed right."

"Lady Fishli, why would you...know such confidential information?"

Handerson looked at Fishli with a look of astonishment. The latter said calmly:

"Because I am the Elf who will go to the unknown land in the Fire Seed Plan."

"If there is a chance to reach a new world, I will protect the branches of the Tree of Life and re-select a forest to continue the Elf race. I will be the first Queen of this newborn Elf race."

Kalifa and the others were silent, but Fishli looked at Ian with a pleading expression.

"Your Majesty the Pope, you yourself said that before that...indeed, before that, this was our plan."

"But I don't want to abandon my Elf companions. My intuition tells me that this plan does not need to be executed. We have new hope."

"It's still what I said just now..."

"The new hope is right before our eyes!"