Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

"What world does my lord come from?"

Nasus? Could that be the name my lord used when he traveled through that world?

Faced with Ivania's question, Luo Tian had nothing to hide and casually replied:

"His name is Aatrox, and he's a madman who wants to destroy everything."

The humanoid demon you saw in the sky earlier was the body he possessed.

The brief answer immediately surprised Ivania, and her beautiful silver eyes looked at Aatrox with awe.

As a peak demigod, Ivania knew very well what the phantom of the god battling Aatrox symbolized.

That was a projection descended by a true god who possessed divinity and ignited divine fire, a projection shaped by divinity, almost equivalent to a deity's personal presence.

Aatrox's ability to single-handedly defeat the phantom of the vampire prince by sacrificing himself to save the enemy is proof enough of his terrifying power.

More importantly, the dissipation of the divine phantom would cause the vampire prince behind the scenes to lose a significant amount of divinity, a price that even a god would find difficult to bear.

However, only the physical body that the Sword Demon possessed died. The Demon Sword itself remained unharmed and even wanted to fight Luo Tian head-on to seize Luo Tian's body.

The implications of this were enough to terrify Ivynia.

Within the demonic sword, Aatrox, having heard Ivania's words, turned his gaze to her, a crimson light flashing across the sword as if in admiration.

"A qualified shell!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Tian's lips twitched, and he slapped the demonic sword directly.

"Quiet!"

"you......"

Aatrox was instinctively furious, but after thinking of Luo Tian's powerful strength and terrifying methods, he fell silent.

But deep down, Aatrox had already started his own voice loop, ranking Luo Tian's hatred level second only to the Twilight Protoss.

Regardless, Luo Tian, ​​who had finally secured some peace and quiet, breathed a sigh of relief and looked up towards the central area of ​​the Undying City.

The battle between the Sword Demon and the phantom of the god affected a large part of the Undead City, and the smoke of battle still lingers in the vast city.

Only in the central area, apart from some damaged buildings, everything else remained intact.

Especially the massive pyramid at the very center, where the sacrificial offerings remained completely intact.

After the battle ceased, a large number of servants began to appear and rebuild the banquet on the high platform.

Saints guarded the surrounding area to prevent the turmoil of the past from happening again.

In contrast, there were ruins of collapsed parts of the city and heavy casualties among the alien race.

The foreign nobles on the high platform had cold expressions, seemingly indifferent to the deaths of their own kind, just like the indifference among humans.

Moving his gaze, Luo Tian saw a middle-aged man at the top of the platform who looked exactly like the phantom of the god.

He sat upright in the head seat, dressed in a long red robe, his eyes slightly closed, calming his restless aura.

Beside him, an empty seat seemed to be waiting for a guest to arrive.

On the high platform, neither the powerful alien demigods nor the ordinary servants tidying up the scene seemed to be able to see the figure at the head of the table.

He was in this place, yet he seemed to be isolated from the world. His bright red robe and appearance proved that he was the vampire prince who had previously suppressed the sword demon.

"His true form is stronger than the previous projection; he's a formidable opponent!"

Aatrox made this assessment.

Luo Tian raised an eyebrow, but before he could speak, a loud announcement suddenly rang out from the high platform.

"Welcome, Your Majesty's messenger, the ruler of the 832nd floor of the Abyss, the great Lord Chlorlo of the Abyss!"

The brightly lit Undead City went dark in an instant, and the next moment a huge creature resembling a whale appeared in the sky above the Undead City.

Its streamlined body was covered with traces of corruption and decadence, and its form was like an island stretching across the sky, dominating everything!

Chapter Sixty: Daughter of the Abyss and the Great Father God!

Their gazes fell upon the terrifying behemoth, resembling a giant whale from the deep sea, its decaying and degenerate body shimmering with a dark luster, as if trying to merge into the shadows of this world.

Its terrifying body could change the very fabric of the world with every move, and even the magnificent Undead City seemed insignificant in the face of this behemoth.

"Leviathan!"

"No! The real Leviathan's body alone can sink a plane. Although this behemoth is huge, it is still quite different from the real Leviathan."

"This must be a descendant of Leviathan, a terrifying behemoth that surpasses even demigods."

"For an Abyss Lord to travel with such a terrifying behemoth, is this the power of the Abyss?"

......

Discussions arose on the high platform. Whether they were alien demigods or imperial nobles, they all sat upright, looking solemnly at the behemoth in the sky.

On the back of the behemoth, a demon clad in dark red armor looked down at the platform below.

The contempt in those dark golden vertical pupils was almost undisguised.

Beside this demon, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in noble attire, spoke with a respectful smile:

"The ritual has been prepared in advance. Please take your seat, Lord Chloro!"

The one who spoke was none other than the Undying Lord, the actual controller of the entire Dark Domain, who had never appeared at the sacrificial ceremony.

Kloro glanced around, taking in the entire Undead City below, his contempt growing even stronger.

"Is this the sacrificial ceremony you were talking about?"

The Great Yin Empire of the Star World, which once held a slight reputation in the Abyss, now appears to be nothing more than that.

Kloro has every right to be proud.

As an Abyss Lord recognized by the Will of the Abyss, and an envoy dispatched by the King of Gluttony to patrol the realms, Chloro himself is a true god with weak divine power.

The Gluttonous King behind him is the Demon King of the Abyss, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, possessing true divine power.

With such power and background, he had the right to look down on everyone present, including the powerful nobleman, the Undying Prince, and the vampire prince who also possessed weak divine power.

Faced with Kloro's questioning, the Immortal Lord showed an embarrassed expression, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes as he looked down at the ruins of the city.

But then, the Immortal Lord suppressed his emotions, his face still bearing a gentle and respectful smile:

"Lord Chlorlo is too kind."

Kloro snorted coldly, took a step forward, and his armored body crashed straight down onto the platform below without any cushioning.

"Oh!"

It sounded like a meteorite impact on the high platform. The meticulously constructed platform was instantly smashed into ruins.

The many dignitaries who were sitting upright on the high platform, waiting for the arrival of this Abyss Lord, were caught off guard and directly drawn into this collision.

Debris flew everywhere, and the collapsing building swept dozens of people into it. Several powerful people who were ordinary citizens died on the spot because they didn't even have time to escape.

As the smoke cleared, Chlorlo, located in the center of the ruins, walked straight to the top of the platform.

Before him, a nobleman, still wailing incessantly, stretched out his hand in hopeful despair, only to have his hand easily crushed and his skull crushed by the armored boots.

On the high platform, the smiles on the faces of the many nobles who had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of this abyss lord froze.

They never imagined that this Abyss Lord who had come to the Undead City would display such a brutal attitude.

In the Great Yin Empire of the Star World, these alien demigods and imperial nobles are great figures whom ordinary people need to look up to, and they can decide the life and death of tens of thousands of people with a single word.

Whether it's imperial law or the rules of the stars, they are dispensable to them, because they themselves are the creators of order.

Standing at the top of the entire star system, they can look down on anyone except for the very top group.

But... this only applies to the Stellaris universe.

Just like the size difference between countries, kingdoms and empires is immeasurable.

The gap between the Star World and the Abyss is so vast that it exceeds everyone's imagination.

The Stellaris world is vast and populous, and several true gods have been born on its land, which is dominated by humans.

Even such a star-studded world is merely equivalent to a large abyssal plane within the abyss.

Within the abyss, there are thousands of abyssal planes of varying sizes, and more than ten of them can be easily found to be comparable in size to the star planes.

True Gods are extremely rare in the Star World; only a handful have survived in tens of thousands of years of history, and they are hard to find in the mortal world.

However, in the abyss, every abyss lord who controls a layer of the abyss possesses strength surpassing that of a demigod. If they were to obtain a divine office, becoming a god would be an easy matter.

Explore the outer space of the Star World and colonize dozens of planes.

Every day, the Abyss collides with other dimensions, and the endless bloodbath brought about by the Abyss invasion has never stopped over countless years.

From any perspective, the power of the Abyss is far beyond what the Star World can match.

Most of these dignitaries participated in the sacrificial ceremony for the sake of this Abyss Lord who came from the Abyss.

They attempted to use their authority to pave the way and establish contact with this powerful abyss lord.

But when such a powerful being truly appeared before them, all the nobles were surprised to find that when someone could ignore the power behind them and the aura they possessed in the Star World, they were worthless.

Before this abyss lord, they didn't even have the right to have an equal dialogue; they were nothing more than ants that could be crushed at any moment while walking down the street.

Just like... those civilians who can be sacrificed at will in their eyes.

Kloro ascended step by step to the very top of the platform. The vampire prince, who was seated in one of the two seats at the very top, rose to greet him, but Kloro completely ignored him.

In his eyes, the vampire prince was merely a subordinate god of the vampire progenitor. Although he possessed a weak divine power, his potential was exhausted, and he was incomparable to him.

Chloro stood atop the peak, looking down at everyone below, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt:

"A swarm of maggots that can only hide in dark corners and devour rotting corpses!"

"If it weren't for His Majesty's order, I would never have attended this boring ceremony."

To me, this so-called sacrifice is nothing more than a carnival for maggots. No matter how many corpses they devour, maggots will always remain maggots!

After a slight pause, Chlorlo's tone changed, and her expression became serious.

"I came here only to survey the star world and send a message to this realm!"

With a respectful expression, Chlorlo spoke in a deep voice:

"By order of Her Majesty the Daughter of the Abyss, a reward is offered to all realms for the search for the whereabouts of the 'Great Father God'."