(New book sets sail, please collect)
(Thanks to Heart of Fog for the tip)
“Ah Meng? Ah Meng! Where did you run off to?”
Bixi Pu immediately searched for his companion after leaving the ejection pod, but there was nothing around him.
Bixi Pu's dark, rugged face gradually showed panic and grief.
“Ah Meng, come out! What am I going to do without you? You know I'm not smart, I don't know what to do without you!”
“Aww······”
As Bixi Pu spoke, he let out a howl and burst into tears, like a two-hundred-pound child, helpless, sad, and pitiful.
Ah Meng, the demon who had fallen directly into the mantle, had already merged with the sea of magma and could no longer hear Bixi Pu’s silly voice. He also had no chance to give his lagging partner a kick in the behind.
Bixi Pu cried for a while before wiping away his tears. He took the bottle in his hand and flew up into the sky, beginning to search inch by inch along the Falling Star Mountains.
A day and a night passed, and Bixi Pu finally accepted the fact that his good brother was dead.
Finally, in sorrow, Bixi Pu built a cenotaph for his good brother and companion on the highest peak of the Falling Star Mountains, placing a pair of pants he had secretly hidden inside.
He also erected a tombstone for Ah Meng with a large stone, engraving the demon Ah Meng's name on it.
After carving the words, Bixi Pu thought for a few seconds and then crookedly carved a simple portrait of Ah Meng on the tombstone.
Although the painting was childish and the lines were twisted, it could still vaguely be seen as an abstract image of a demon.
“Ah Meng, goodbye.”
“I will definitely purify this planet and then return to Queen Morgana's side, becoming a glorious second-generation demon.”
“And that broken Flame Sword you secretly hid on Tian Yu Star, I will take it and continue using it. As long as I hold that sword, I can always remember you and won't let you be completely forgotten.”
“Oh, right, and that little lover of yours on Tian Yu Star, Satana, I’ll take care of her for you.”
“I don’t know what you like about her, big breasts, big butt, and such a thin waist. Not strong or mighty at all!”
“And······”
Bixi Pu, the demon, went on and on for a long time, then finally left, looking back step by step, reluctant to leave.
If Ah Meng knew, he would have burst out of the mantle and dragged his “good brother” into the earth with him.
Western Continent, a hot and dry land.
Here is the largest desert, the largest Gobi, and the largest rainforest on Origin Star.
The landscape here is very similar to Egypt in the past, and even the cultural style here is very similar to ancient Egypt.
Hot, mysterious, ancient, eternal, and silent.
The continent is filled with many buildings in the style of ancient Egypt, such as giant temples, mysterious pyramids, and many mysterious legends and curses.
The Falling Star Mountains are the largest mountain range on the Western Continent, known as the backbone of the Western Continent.
Running north-south for over 4,800 kilometers, the mountains are vast and densely forested, consisting of numerous small mountain ranges.
Almost all of the major rivers on the Western Continent originate from the Falling Star Mountains, and it is also an important watershed. On one side is a tropical rainforest climate, and on the other side is a dry arid climate.
In a canyon in the Falling Star Mountains, tens of thousands of people gathered and lived here, these were originally people of the Emon Dynasty.
After the outbreak of the World War, the Emon Dynasty was conquered by the Xinghe Empire at a very fast rate. Large numbers of troops were eliminated or scattered in a well-organized manner. Many of the retreating troops fled into the Falling Star Mountains.
After the fall of the Emon Empire, a surviving royal princess, Isla Sechia, led a group of rebels into the Falling Star Mountains and discovered many refugees within the mountains.
Then, Isla, relying on her identity and outstanding charm, along with a group of loyal subordinates, gathered a large group of people in the Falling Star Mountains and established a temporary government.
Isla thus became Queen Isla, and also one of the strongest rebel forces in the Western Continent today.
Drive out the invaders, rebuild the homeland, and save the nation.
These slogans became the action guidelines of this temporary government.
Queen Isla did not know that she was already under the surveillance of the empire.
Only because there were only 50,000 people, plus a little bit of Tai Hao’s selfishness, Isla’s regime had survived until now.
Half a year ago, on the other end of the Falling Star Mountains.
A rebel force with 200,000 people was wiped out by the napalm bombs dropped from a Tu-160 strategic bomber.
More than 100,000 corpses burned to a crisp by the fire gathered at the exit of the valley like evil ghosts, layer upon layer, with charred arms stretching out, densely packed, like hellish ghosts who had broken their seals and wanted to reach the world, horrifying.
These people were killed by high temperatures, lack of oxygen, and poisonous gas.
“Kamut, how much food do we have left? How long can we last?”
Seventeen-year-old Isla was at the age of budding.
She was wearing a black linen tunic dress, and the cinched design of the black dress showed Isla’s perfect curves, her porcelain-white skin reflecting a white glow under the mottled sunlight.
Her exposed arms were as white as lotus roots, and the golden bracelets on her arms complemented her fair and delicate arms.
A wide collar covered her shoulders, made of golden plates and green gems strung together. It was also engraved with many mysterious patterns and symbols, mysterious and profound, ancient and old.
Her slender waist, which could be grasped in a single hand, was bound by a wide golden belt, studded with gems of all colors, dazzling and eye-catching as she twisted.
Her black hair, softer than silk, was hidden under a luxurious black headscarf.
Isla’s dress combined charm, luxury, mystery, and nobility.
Most importantly, Isla was beautiful, every inch of her was close to perfection.
Isla's face was even more exquisite and beautiful, her features as deep and three-dimensional as a finely carved work of art, with an air of coldness and mystery.
“Queen, there isn't much food left. We can only last for ten days at most. We need to find a way to buy some.”
Kamut's low, aged voice was filled with a hint of unease. The food shortage had already caused many informed people to waver.
Kamut was one of Isla’s closest followers, and also Isla’s literature teacher. He was a wise man who was serious, responsible, and full of wisdom.
“New channels?”
“I know.”
“I will have people contact that greedy executioner.”
Isla’s voice was as sweet as wind chimes, but a trace of fatigue and an overwhelming hatred could be seen on her beautiful face.
Especially when she said the word “executioner,” her alluring and charming eyes flashed with a bone-chilling killing intent.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Kamut’s aged face, but finally he sighed slightly and lowered his eyes.
The next day, Isla personally led a team, carrying a lot of gold, leaving the canyon and walking out of the Falling Star Mountains, ready to go to the stupid pig stationed nearby to smuggle a batch of food.
Shortly after Isla left, Bixi Pu flew over from above the canyon.
When Bixi Pu saw the densely packed Shinhe body life in the canyon, he immediately excitedly activated the demon gene virus in his hand and threw it down.
A demonic frenzy was destined to erupt on this mysterious and ancient continent.