The majestic palace, night is quietly falling, and the prosperous Yancheng is also swallowed by darkness, only a few taverns are still lit with a few night lights.

The dim bronze lamps flickered softly with flames, and the black shadows cast on the walls seemed to be in a pool.

The tired expression of Yan Ba, the lord of the Yan clan, still did not change as he lay on the throne, and the thick fingers of his right hand lightly touched the wooden table in front of him, making a faint sound.

"The Great King of the Yan Clan!"

The rickety old man showed his countenance, with large eyes, a small nose, a row of yellow jagged teeth, no ears, and half of his face was corroded except for his features.

"You are the High Priest of the Protoss on earth, or the spokesman?"

I am the high priest of the Protoss in the world, not a spokesman. ”

The voice of the rickety old man's vicissitudes made Yan Ba's ears a little uncomfortable, and after he gently plucked his ears, he said in a deep voice: "High Priest, then I want to ask what the High Priest is doing in our Yan City? We don't seem to have any disrespect for divine power." ”

The rickety old man replied with a smile: "Returning to the great king, you are the agent of the Protoss in the world, and I am the little person who delivers news to you and the gods. I walked from the distant Divine Domain to Yancheng for eleven months, just to convey the will of the Protoss to you. ”

Yan Ba put away his tired demeanor and sat upright: "The will of the Protoss?"

Seeing Yan Ba's serious appearance, the rickety old man nodded secretly, he was not only the high priest of the Protoss in the world, but also the guardian of the world's maintenance of divine power.

"God's decree that you need to sacrifice another hundred thousand people to the gods. ”

"Sacrifice another 100,000 people? What are you doing as our Yan Clan?"

The rickety old man said in a low voice: "Wang, I know that the Yan tribe no longer has enough labor force to honor the God Clan, but among the human race, not only the Yan tribe is a big tribe, but there are other large tribes around the Yan tribe, isn't it?"

There was a hint of anger in Yan Ba's deep eyes, and then he shouted, "Do you mean to let our Yan tribe go to crusade against other tribes?"

The rickety old man took out a yellowed parchment roll from the bamboo basket and handed it to Yan Ba, and a stream of black air appeared at the bottom of his feet.

The rickety old man said in a deep voice: "King, it is not me, but the will of God!"

The thunder fell, and the entire Yan City instantly brightened.

The vulture was not frightened, but stared at Yan Ba deadly.

"God's will, King, I'm just a puppet of a Protoss. ”

Yan Ba's tone revealed a trace of exhaustion and helplessness. Having been called the king of the Terrans, he was still dominated by the Protoss and became the lackey of the Protoss in the world.

"No, great king, you can't insult yourself like that. It is our pleasure to serve the Protoss!"

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the rickety old man, and he still said in a low voice.

Yan Ba picked up a pot of liquor next to the table, raised his head and swallowed it in his stomach, and shouted: "Our Yan tribe has sacrificed tens of thousands of lives for the Protoss, and we have been toyed with by the Protoss since my ancestors. ”

"Auntie, I don't want to go home. ”

Yan Zhan hugged the graceful woman and begged bitterly.

The woman's white finger pointed at Yan Zhan's forehead, and scolded with a smile: "You little glutton, did you make your father angry? Or did you do something bad in Yan City?"

The proprietress of the bun shop can be said to be the first person in the entire Yan City to understand Yan Zhan, even Yan Zhan's father, Yan Ba, is not very familiar with Yan Zhan because of all the affairs in the clan.

And every time Yan Zhan caused trouble, he ran to the bun shop to eat a meal, fill his stomach, returned to the cold palace, and began a lonely life.

He also wanted to have a mother who loved him and loved him, and a father who could care for him.

But......

He didn't have either.

My father, the king, is the leader of the Yan clan, and I wish he was just an ordinary clansman who lived a good life with me and my mother.

Yan Zhan stood on the silent roof and looked into the distance, and a sense of hatred welled up in his heart from time to time.

He hated the Yan clan and everything at this time.

Why does he have to learn how to fight every time? He doesn't want to, he just wants to be a carefree kid.

The Yan - the greatest tribe in the whole world, there is no one.

"Is this the Yan Clan? Dare to go against our Ancient God Clan? I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

A man in a white robe stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds and stood above the Yan tribe.

"Weak, poor human, listen to the pain I inflict on you, give me the slightest bit, weak human!"

The King of the Yan Clan, who was sitting in the palace, suddenly opened his eyes, and he took out a silver-white spear from the weapon rack beside him.

"Ancient Protoss! I, Yanba, am no longer the cowardly king. ”

There was a very unique fluctuation emanating from Yan Ba's body, and if Chen Haoran was present, he would definitely exclaim, this fluctuation was the fluctuation of the Six Divine Decision!

Chen Haoran and Yan Ba didn't know that the Six Divine Decisions were not unique exercises, but a fishhook!

Quietly waiting for their tricked fishhooks.

Yanba's Six Gods are far stronger than Chen Haoran, the world he is in is many times stronger than the earth, and the aura between heaven and earth is five times stronger than the earth.

The eighth layer of the Six Gods!

"Hmm, there is still a human being who is so strong that he can threaten me?"

The auspicious clouds under the feet of the white-robed man suddenly dissipated, and he came to the treasure hall that symbolized the Yan clan's unsurpassed rights in a blink of an eye.

Endless white sword qi emanated from his gestures, and he said sharply, "You are the patriarch of the Yan Clan, or the king of the human race?"

Yan Ba sneered and said, "It's me, are you the legendary Ancient Protoss?"

"Ancient Protoss, human beings, are you violating the dignity of our Protoss? We created you, you must serve us, and you swore to us that you would sacrifice 100,000 people to us every year to taste. ”

Yan Ba's eyes narrowed slightly, and the spear in his hand suddenly pointed at the white-robed man, and said in a deep voice, "We've had enough!

"Ant, you are provoking me! Provoking the great God! Do you know that you alone will come and bring untold destruction to your people, including your children, of course!"

Yan Ba's body had endless battle intent extended, and he said slowly: "Including my children? Hahahaha! Will the Protoss be afraid? Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of dying at my hands? Hahahaha!"