The Demon Prince was laughing. The massive metal horn helmet trembled, causing the bloodshot skull pierced by the metal horn to sway.

"Hahahaha! Martin, you should come to the Chaos Camp with me Dutern Marcos! I can smell the divinity in you—ah! destruction!destruction!joy—you can carry so much Chaos divinity, and you are actually on the Order side? No, no, no, no! You are definitely in the wrong place!"

Martin tilted his head, but he didn't expect that the demon prince who was afraid of the blood god was actually a talker?

"For the first 60 years of my life, I restrained myself with the teachings of Sigma. Actually, I'm just trying to get revenge on the Chaos cultists who killed my parents and my women and destroyed everything I had. ”

"For the first forty years of my old age, hatred and revenge were my sustenance. I kept killing and taking revenge on Chaos, but even so, I couldn't avoid a twist in my mind. ”

"Ask me why?"

"It's not because I'm not religious enough, and it's not because of the evil in my heart, my Holy Light intensity was definitely the highest back then. It's purely because the doctrines and rules bind me, so that I can't enrich myself with hatred and revenge, or even kill into the land of chaos at all costs!"

"I felt hungry, I hated my old age, and I longed for the galloping killing, faster, faster, faster and faster than a galloping warhorse. ”

"The hatred of the half-is far from satisfying, and the incomplete revenge is not delicious enough. ”

"When it comes to revenge on the object of revenge, I need to kill without limit. ”

"When I take revenge on someone I should take revenge against, I want not to limit my means"

"Eventually, I realized that I couldn't stop anymore. ”

"The heart that should have been moistened dries up, cracks, and then begins to be hungry and thirsty. ”

"Never-ending, never-ending!"

When this Dutern said this, Martin smiled: "So you just took refuge in Thorn?"

Under the huge horn helmet, there should be a hideous and cruel smile: "Yes! The Chaos Clan, which I had been begging for twenty years to be wiped out even after I failed to exterminate it, was completely wiped out by me on the first day after I took refuge in Fear and became a Chaos General. Men and women, young and old, a full thirty-two thousand seven hundred and thirty-one!"

As Dutern spoke, a Chaos Warrior guard beside him raised his banner, a terrifying banner with an elephant trunk axe and three heads under the blade.

This symbolizes Dutern's destruction of the three clans of the People of Chaos.

Beside Martin, the three girls gasped at the same time, how violent and crazy this is to do.

The ghost knew that Martin next to him pouted: "Cut, 30,000 people are embarrassed to say it?"

With a snap of his fingers, Vimona's rear cabin began to deform, and from the open hole rose a golden battle banner - a golden background, and in the middle was embroidered with the proud Ea sword of Uncle Golden Shining Uncle. And under the banner there are rows of embroidered heads: nezumi, orcs, slingers, trolls, giants!

This method of embroidering with the blade of the sword on the head has only one symbolic meaning - the owner of the banner once exterminated a clan of that race.

Rare and large creatures such as giants and trolls, sometimes even a clan can be used as one. And the clans of orcs and ratmen, a clan is often tens of thousands of people.

Martin didn't know that he had wiped out a nezumi clan with a single explosion, and he didn't mind if the system prompted him to embroider it anyway.

It's okay not to put up the flag, but once the flag is erected, it's a high judgment.

The Demon Prince thinks he is awesome, but he is just in the nest of the Land of Chaos. Where can it compare to Martin's almost all-chaos racial dominance?

Even Dutern himself was stunned, and then he laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! You are really a genius! I think you should come to my lord's side!"

"Let the Fear come and go, where is it!, I just look at the four gods of chaos!" Martin was arrogant and arrogant, and opened directly, which made everyone around him stunned.

Even the human emperor Sigma, who was slamming the sky and the earth and killing everyone with a hammer, didn't have such a big breath. Martin, a human duke who didn't even know if it was a demigod, dared to directly defy the terror of one of the four gods of chaos?

"Do you know why I'd rather die than join the chaos camp?" Martin asked himself, "The guy over there in the chaos is so ugly! I know that I will affect the city, so I ask you to go to a corner where no one sees and die! Don't come out and be an eyesore, okay?"

Martin said as he hugged all the three girls around him in one breath, and his right paw reached into the gap in Karna's armor and directly captured the Empress Peak.

Martin had a wicked smile on his face: "Moreover, the women in the chaos are all bewitching sluts!

What a powerful reason!

The third girl's face was so red that she didn't dare to look up to see anyone.

The fearful believers over there opened their mouths even wider, as if they had heard one of the most incredible anti-chaos reasons in their lives.

But that's just the beginning. Not the end.

"The Four Gods of Chaos are so fucked up! Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy can certainly bring powerful power of faith. But in order to extract the power of faith, I am not happy with the condescending practice of treating all life as mere consumables. I think that even if he is a slave, as long as he proves his worth, he has the value of existence. Therefore, the four gods of chaos have been in control of this world for too long, and it is time to change their positions and sit down. ”

The teachings of each deity are the core source of the power of faith. Martin is blasphemous in this way. Even if Dutern's heart is big, he doesn't dare to mention letting Martin join Chaos again.

"Ha! I thought I was crazy enough, I didn't expect there to be a fanatic like you in the Order camp! Okay, let me cut off your head and sacrifice your fearful soul to my lord! I think my lord will be happy!"

The Demon Prince laughed, then pulled a head from behind his waist.

Martin doesn't know who the owner of that head is, and if he can wear a crown, his status should not be low?

Is it the King of Estaril?

Martin guessed correctly, but unfortunately there was no prize.

Dutern hadn't even raised his whip, and the nightmare beasts he had a heart to share had already begun to charge.

Sensing Karna and the others looking at him in awe, Martin smiled, "I'm not crazy, I'm just confident!"

Gently letting go of his woman, Martin looked at Dutern, who was galloping and approaching at high speed, and slowly pulled out the [Sword of Cologne] on his waist.

"Come—"

In the surprised gaze of the Fear Grace side, the entire Vimona shone brightly, and the armor of the surrounding Slenish believers turned out to be like ice cream that had been sun-scorched, melting in just a second or two, and then all of them were sucked into Vimo by the mysterious suction.

The boat in the sky, shining brightly!