What exactly is a plane?

As the main plane of this world, the Magic Continent has lived countless creatures. On this continent, the traces of life have never been intermittent, whether it is the glory of the ancient giant clan or the splendor of the goblin civilization; whether it is the human race that is in full swing, or the elves with a long history; whether it is the beast race that is famous for its body, or the dragon of the pride of heaven.

All kinds of lives are endless here, continuing their civilization. Therefore, no one can measure how vast this continent is. On one side of the Longshan Mountains, what race will be? Are there other lives on the other side of the vast sea of ​​smoke? Even at the chaotic boundary, there is a pure land that the world has never touched?

Depend on this main plane, there are also some huge planes born from it. The legendary plane of light was founded by a powerful person, but that powerful person was born from the main plane of the Magic Continent. When his cultivation level reached the top and broke through the constraints of the holy level, he transformed into this plane.

Now, after thousands of years of evolution, this plane has become a paradise-like existence in the eyes of the world. The same is true for the hell plane and the undead plane. They were born in the magic continent and also reunited with the magic continent, creating this world of magic and swords.

The existence and development modes of these planes are different, but they all rely on the Magic Continent without any surprise. The Light Plane is said to absorb a kind of faith and worship from the Magic Continent, which is a kind of spiritual energy, which can perfect and consolidate the rules of the plane, and then allow the creatures located in the Light Plane to grow and grow. The Undead Plane and the Hell Plane are always constantly absorbing various sacrifices and summons from the Magic Continent, and in this process provoke the operation of magic tides, thus bringing energy to these planes.

The same is true for countless planes of large and small size. They all depend on the magic continent. While absorbing energy, they can also give various rewards to the magic continent, which forms the stability of the entire world.

When Balzeb spoke of this half plane to Ron, Ron's mind quickly turned around, but he understood Twilight's purpose.

The Twilight Organization originally wanted to create a new plane, a world similar to the light plane, the hell plane and the undead plane. Once the creation is successful, they will be masters, masters, and gods in this world. At that time, this plane can also stand side by side with the light plane, and whether it is developing believers or absorbing other forces, they will no longer be controlled by others.

"Big deal!" Ron said this in surprise, because he didn't know what he should say.

Balzebu laughed and said, "That's true, this is also the first time we have shown it to people outside the organization."

"This is really an indescribable honor. But I don't understand it," Ron said. "What is your organization trying to build this plane?"

"We will do whatever the plane of light and the Holy Church are doing," said Balzeb.

Are you going to compete with the Light Plane?

Ron was even more surprised, but he shook his head and said, "You know, even if you are so powerful that you can subvert a kingdom, or even many kingdoms, you still cannot fight against the powerful Holy See and the forces behind the Holy See."

What are the forces behind the Holy See?

He is the God of Light worshipped in the gorgeous palace of the Holy Church, the most powerful among the many gods, and the one with the most believers in the Magic Continent. He has never appeared in the Magic Continent, but the legends about him are everywhere, and there is a strange light shining in the piety of all kinds of creatures.

After all, Twilight is still a mortal organization. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot stand in front of a god without having to bend down.

Balzeb and several other members of Twilight looked at each other, but smiled slightly.

"Sir Ron, I don't think we need to worry about this. We naturally have our methods. But we need your help from you," Balzebu said so.

Ron still sighed in his heart: "I finally said this."

But what does all this have to do with Ron? The Twilight organization told Ron about this secret thing, but why? Should Ron help, or should Ron also participate in Twilight?

Ron stood there and looked at the storm outside, but calmed down: "Balzeb, you have your grand ambitions. But I don't know what this matter has to do with me."

Balzebu laughed: "Sir Ron, since you think this is a big deal, are you interested in participating?"

Ron shook his head and said, "I know my weight. I am not qualified enough. Don't joke about me."

But Ron said the truth. Creating the world is always a matter of leaving a name in history. The establishment and rise and fall of those countries can occupy a page of the historical books, let alone the establishment of a plane.

And it is obvious that Twilight is relying on this plane to compete with the Holy Holy Church and even the Light plane. This is definitely not an easy task for Twilight in front of you.

"You sir, don't be humble. Some people say you have this ability," Balzeb said with a smile.

Ron was startled: "What do you mean?"

Balzeb just took out a small box and held it in front of Ron, but didn't speak.

"What is this?" Ron asked.

Balzeb looked behind him, and the Twilight people stood back, with a faint light on their bodies.

Ron alertly pinched the scroll in his hand. He could see that the Twilight people were using some powerful protective magic. Thinking of being extremely prepared for this box, Ron couldn't help but get nervous when he saw this.

"Don't be surprised by Lord Ron, they are afraid of this box, you don't have to worry," Balzebu gently opened the box.

Ron didn't believe him, but after the box opened, his heart thumped.

Balzeb quickly closed it again because he almost didn't hold the box, his hands trembled, and a sweat as big as a bean dripping from his cheek at one time.

In this short moment, the Twilight people behind them took a few steps back, but their faces were not good-looking.

However, the ugly expression on his face was Ron. He did not feel any pressure or any energy pressure, but his heart was subjected to an extremely strong impact. The impact even rushed into his consciousness, and buzzed his head and turned blank.

It seemed as if after a long time, Balzeb's voice came from his ears. The sound seemed to come from a distant place, so light but so harsh: "Sir Ron, my master said that you can help, and you don't have to worry about any problems. After the matter is completed, that thing is yours, and you will not lose any loss. Your cultivation, your abilities, and everything you have..."

These words buzzed in Ron's mind, and the things that were connected were also in vague.

...

Another dazzling light made Ron open his eyes.

"Sir Ron, Lord Ron," a voice shouted in his ear.

Ron subconsciously turned his head and finally saw clearly the person in front of him. It was Miller who had been following him. There were more than a dozen commanders around him looking at him nervously. And under his feet was the center of Barria's military camp, where Ron's place was.

"So I'm back!"

This place is the starting point where Ron teleported to Twilight. Ron discovered that he had returned at some point.

All this was like a dream. If it weren't for a purple scroll in my hand, Ron really suspected that he had a dream just now.

"This scroll is our sincerity. Please consider it carefully, sir." Balzeb's last words finally recalled in Ron's mind.

Ron subconsciously opened the scroll, took a deep breath, and took a quick look.

"Copy this scroll twice, one to the imperial capital and the other to the Northwest Front. You must quickly let the king know," Ron said with a serious expression.

The intelligence officer had never seen Ron with such an expression. He quickly took over, quickly unfolded a magic circle near the place, and gently pulled the scroll open.

The scroll reads: "The necromancer who appeared on the Northwest Front and the undead legion that appeared on Lambis are all done by one person. His name is Jose, the brother of King Barria, the biological father of the defector Prince Martin, at that time..."

The intelligence officer opened his mouth and looked at Ron in surprise.

But he found that the Duke was thinking secretly, not knowing what he was thinking.

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"You said, if we keep the lost Duke, we don't have to spend so much effort to convince him?" said Cardinal Jennings, who was standing beside him.

"Leave Ron?" Balzeb smiled, "Many people don't agree!"

Jennings remembered the increasingly terrifying young man Zhuo Dong and curled his lips.

"What if it's the master's intention? Let the master take the thing back from Ron in advance, so that the master's strength will greatly increase and restore his true body, so we will be much more relaxed," Jennings said again.

Balzeb said: "It seems that you haven't understood the lessons learned in Baiyue City yet! Not to mention whether you can hold him, even if you hold Ron, no one can control the things you take out."

"Even the master..." Jennings was a little disbelief.

Balzeb shook his head.
Chapter completed!