"Damn it!"

Kansa had a gloomy face and cursed secretly.

Isar hasn't been heard from for more than twenty days!

According to the regulations, every five days Isar had to give feedback to the station, but Isar was deeply trusted by Viscount Kayatra, and did not take him Kansa seriously at all, and the last time he received a message from him was ten days after his departure, he did not send a message back, and only gave a response when the station was worried, and the tone was very annoyed, and he actually scolded the station for disturbing his interest, so that Kansa almost vomited blood in anger.

How to say that he Kansa is also the supreme governor of this station, and he actually ignores himself like this, but thinking that this is the viscount's arrangement, he can only bury his dissatisfaction deep in his heart.

Kansa didn't care about him, but just asked his subordinates to keep in touch with him, even if something happened to Isar, the viscount knew that he could not restrain him, as long as he did his part, the viscount could not lower the punishment.

And Kansa didn't believe that this low demon plane could hurt Isar, and Kansa still agreed with his strength in his heart, and he could escape back with his life at the worst.

When the subordinates in charge of the continuous communication with Isar reported that they had not contacted him for more than 20 days, Kansa did not think about the accident with Issar, but only when he was out of this plane.

After scolding angrily in his heart, he calmly ordered his subordinates to continue to keep in touch.

Kansa walked out, and he lived in a manor house that was said to be quite upscale in this plane, and a dormitory dedicated to the devil's master by the depraved believers of this plane.

Kansa was dismissive, a world doomed to destruction, and everything, whatever its attributes, would be reduced to nothingness.

Walking out of the door, a row of more than a dozen subordinates at the door whose bodies were shrouded in black robes and couldn't see their faces clearly immediately bent down neatly.

"Master!" said in a humble tone.

"How's the construction going?" Kansa walked straight forward, not at all looking at the black-robed man who was terrified of following him.

"Master, the Great Array is under steady construction, and it is expected to be officially completed in another six months. The first person tried to make his tone sound as low as possible without vibrato.

"Hurry up! Lord Viscount hopes to complete the whole project as soon as possible, three months! If you can't do it, then use your humble soul to speed it up. ”

The ruthlessness in his tone made the dozen or so black-robed people who followed closely behind him suddenly feel cold, they knew that the master would not joke with him, and the thousands of corpses had confirmed the ruthlessness of the master countless times.

At this time, five helicopters were quietly parked not far away, and the pilots on the planes sat upright one by one, anxiously waiting for the devil to come.

Next to the first helicopter, there was a white-haired old man who looked to be in his sixties and wearing a black robe, the old man had a striking yin hook nose on his face, his eyes were deeply sunken, his eyes flashed red from time to time, and a black pentagram on his forehead made him look very weird, and when he saw a group of "people" approaching not far away, his waist couldn't help but bend down humbly.

"Master!"

"Take this! Send someone to find that bastard. Kansa threw a black ball at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man hurriedly caught the ball, he knew who the bastard in the master's mouth was, for the dirt between the masters, of course, he didn't dare to get involved, since he didn't see it, in order to avoid the fish in the pond, after all, he was no more important than an ant in the eyes of the master, and he just had to diligently do the things that the master had explained.

After the white-haired old man respectfully opened the hatch, Kanza sat down, not glancing at the sincere horror of the depraved believers beside the door.

For this kind of transportation, Kansa has seen in the countless planes destroyed by the devils, thinking that those ordinary humans want to defeat the devil's invasion with their own so-called technology, Kansa feels that human beings are really too naïve, countless invasions have given the devils a wealth of experience, even if they don't come forward, just the devil's whisper in the ears of human beings, let those humans kill each other madly, and then easily destroy the world in the devil's cruel smile.

The pilot was pale and nervously sat in his place, his clothes quickly soaked with cold sweat on his back, and although he had flown with the devil several times, he still could not get used to it.

He fantasized that he could be a hero, pulling these "devils" from the sky to fall headlong and die together.

But every time I inadvertently saw the strange and inexplicable blood-red eyes in the black robe, I felt like my soul was about to leave my body, and my mind was only blank.

He didn't know whether it was lucky or unlucky, he could still find a "job" in this last days, thinking of all kinds of tragic situations in the city, and he could still earn a ration for his relatives who could barely survive in this devil's city, so he could only endure fear to be a pilot for the "devil".

Suddenly, an inaudible voice sounded in the ears of the pilot who was nervously paying attention to the back, and every time he heard this voice, the pilot felt unspeakably uncomfortable, and he didn't know if he would go crazy next time.

The pilot trembled and ignited, and the blades began to spin, and soon there was a roaring sound, and it shook into the sky.

The white-haired old man waited until the plane flew away before he stood up and walked to the off-road vehicle parked on the side with a vigorous pace that was not like that of the old man.

Before he got into the car, the door behind him was opened, and a snow-white arm held the door, and the coquettish voice poured into the ears of the white-haired old man, which suddenly made him a little lighter, looking at the white arm like jade, his heart was hot, but he suddenly remembered the master's explanation, and quickly suppressed his impulse.

got into the car, and with a command, the car immediately started up and drove out of the manor.

The old man hugged the delicate body that wanted to refuse and welcome, and his big hands immediately covered the huge bulge, kneading like kneading dough.

"Hai Ye, you hurt people!" The coquettish tone leaned on the old man's strong chest, and resentment, fear and pain flashed in her lowered eyes, thinking of the rumors she had heard, what happened to her predecessors, she shuddered, but even if she knew all this, she couldn't do anything, she was just a weak woman, just hoping to live a few more days.

"Haha! Little baby, I'm sorry I gave you a gentle 'rub'" Hai Ye coaxed in his mouth, but his hands were still the same.

In the first half of his life, he hid and hidden, and after the outbreak of the demonic disaster, everything changed his appearance, and the high power and bewitching beauties were easily held by him.

It turned out that those who looked down on him knelt in front of him like dogs, just begging for their lives, and the feeling of holding their hands in their hands was too intoxicating.

Aside from the masters, he can be said to be the only king of the city.

The car looked ahead under the driver's cautious driving, and a burst of laughter came from inside.