Chang Le suddenly transformed into a black-armored demon king, and the giant sword was silent but unstoppable.

Facing the oblique face, the two evil spirit insects are divided into four sections;

Turning around and slashing, the necromantic bird detached its claws.

A huge skull on the left side opened its mouth to bite, and Changle's iron fist was like thunder, blasting directly into its sharp-toothed Sensen's mouth and piercing through the back of the head.

Dark blood erupted from these severed limbs, and black rain flew all over the sky, but as soon as it touched Changle's royal armor, it immediately turned into gray mist and dissipated invisible.

The terrible roar of the necromantic bird was like a giant eagle wounded, high-pitched into the clouds, but the screams of the evil spirit insects were like sharp weapons scraping metal plates, piercing and unpleasant.

At this moment, Chang Le has the power of a level 3 war spirit, as well as the "absolute defense" of the monarch suit, since the demon servants can't hurt Chang Le, the numerical advantage is meaningless.

The monsters that rushed in front of him were all killed, and Chang Le couldn't help but roar again, causing the entire mountain to resonate and tremble.

And the evil spirit insects that spread all over the mountains and fields a little farther away seemed to have received some immobilization spell, and they all remained motionless, and the necromantic birds also rushed into the air, hiding in the diffuse mist.

With the ferocity of these things, it is impossible to be frightened by the tragic death of a few companions, they are not afraid of death at all, because they themselves are death messengers.

What can make them frightened should not be Chang Le's strength, the elven queen at least has the power of the war spirit, but she is also killed in this misty mountain insect swarm!

The only thing that can make the servants of the devil fearful is the demonic energy.

Chang Le's King Suit is so strong that it is equivalent to the rebirth of the Demon King Amorika five thousand years ago!

On the mask of the suit, a pair of eye holes with "broad-spectrum vision" flashed with red light, but Chang Le's own eyes were as red at the moment, they were all bloodshot!

The demonic energy had always been eroding his will, and now his heart was filled with the urge to destroy all things, and the killing intent went straight to the sky.

The only clear mind is to rescue Wendy, if Wendy encounters an accident, Chang Le in such a state just wants the whole world to be buried!

Changle lunged up the steep hill.

And the dense necromancer insects, which were surging like angry waves just now, are now like the ebb tide of the sea, and a wide road quickly flashes in front of Changle.

Despite this, there were a few people who were a little slower to retreat, but they were inevitably attacked by the terrifying giant sword, like a silent metal storm twisting by, and the corpses were shattered in an instant.

Chang Le didn't want to delay time, but the casual killings along the way could vent a little and pour a little cold water on the consciousness that was about to explode.

When he came to the top of the mountain, he finally saw the so-called "Demon Abyss", it seemed that the whole mountain was torn apart by giants, and a bottomless curved crack appeared in the middle, a hundred meters wide and a thousand meters long.

You can feel the heat in the air through the King's suit, but where is Wendy?

Under the irritation, Chang Le roared for the third time, causing a landslide-like tremor, and quicksand and gravel rolled down.

It was useless to just be angry, Chang Le quickly calmed down, forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, and forced the king's suit to slowly fade away with the power of his soul, revealing his true face.

What is needed now is not impulsive killing, but calmly observing and thinking.

The King's set gives him a strong broad-spectrum vision, but it hinders the Cunning's hearing and the wolf's sense of smell, both of which are more important in finding Wendy's whereabouts.

As soon as the suit went, Changle was dizzy from the smell of sulfur, and the problem of the sulfur mine was solved, and if he could occupy this place, he would be one step closer to the success of the "Demon Fire" experiment.

But just as he was lying on the edge of the rift and looking carefully into the abyss, because the demonic energy on his body gradually dissipated, and the hillside was scratching loudly, I was afraid that those evil spirit insects would chase after him again.

At the same time, a dozen necromantic birds, as if ordered by something, emerged neatly from the darkness at the bottom, flapping their wings and rising.

This time, Chang Le was surprised to find that there was someone on the back of the bird!

More than a dozen black-robed people, armed with spears, sitting on the back of the necromantic bird, this is also a cavalry, a flying cavalry!

The black robe has white bones embroidered on its chest, and it may be called a "necromantic cavalry".

"Bold!" a necromantic cavalry shouted in a long voice, "Who trespassed on the Demon Dragon Territory!"

"What magic dragons?

"Dark Demon Dragon Fabrello's realm, how can mortals trespass? Throw your sword and surrender immediately, and wait for it to fall!"

Chang Le was originally worried that he couldn't fly, how to go down to the dark abyss, how to find the enemy's lair?

In fact, after the king's suit faded, he no longer had a sword in his hand, but since the other party asked to "throw the sword and surrender", Chang Le was still obedient, took a sword from the beast soul space, threw it down, and then held his head with both hands to complete a full set of surrender actions:

"I've thrown away my sword, take me to see you or something, Lei Luo!"

"It's Fabrello!"

The two necromantic cavalry controlled the necromantic bird to land, carefully approached from both sides, and then swooped down on Chang Le, took out the tendons of an unknown animal, and tightly bound his hands, feet and body one by one.

After such contact, Chang Le also roughly determined that the other party was not a demon, not a demon, not even an orc, but a genuine human being, and his strength ranged from a level 3 monk to a level 4 war master, and there was a huge difference between them.

Looking at their appearance, these people have a reddish complexion, I am afraid that they are all Cayenne, who do not believe in the Lord God of Light, and are outside the mainland aristocratic/commoner/untouchable class system, a very unique, but also very barbaric group of people.

At the moment when he was pressed by an escort and swooped into the abyss on the back of the evil spirit bird, Chang Le called the other party "Dragon Knight" in a respectful tone, and after a few words, he heard the guy boast to himself, saying that he had nothing to do with the Cayan people, but the powerful Demon Dragon Clan.

The man's red face was full of pride:

"When the Great Demon Dragon is reborn, we, the faithful servants, will rule the order of the world on its behalf!"

Chang Le couldn't help but be stunned:

"The Demon Dragon is going to be reborn? In other words, there is no Demon Dragon at all?"

The man suddenly became annoyed, and the gun slapped Chang Le's head:

"Even if the Demon Dragon hasn't come back yet, we are the most powerful warriors!"

At this moment, deep underground, on the dark straight cliffs, there is a faint light of fire, and it also faintly illuminates the criss-crossing stone steps and wooden bridges.

Many cave entrances are scattered on the cliffs, connected by stairs and rope bridges, and the Demon Dragon Clan uses the cave as a house here, and I don't know how long they have survived.

One of the caves is particularly huge, and the inside is as open as a town square.

There are also a lot of oil lamps here, but what really illuminates the entire stone hall is a gate from another world that is more than three meters high, exuding a blue glow.

In front of the door, there are clusters of faint blue light, shrouded in an orderly arrangement of stone platforms.

Wendy and the elven girl lay on their backs on the stone platform, although there was no rope at all, they were inexplicably restrained, completely unable to move.

A middle-aged man's face was also reflected blue, standing on a high place facing many of his fellow clansmen, his voice was low, and he pulled a strange long tone:

"I have a dream, I dream that my people will be prosperous, everyone can eat meat, everyone can have a wife, everyone can have children, leave this dark underground, and reign in the world!"

Hundreds of men sat quietly in front of him, looking solemn.

"But, the powerful evil gods rule the world, they do evil in the name of light, the so-called light, all are the sword of killing, the light of the cold, the light of blood......

This day-to-day sermon was lengthy, and it was not until near the end that his voice rose to a high pitch:

"Only the great Dark Demon Dragon Fabreello can fight against the hypocritical God of Light and Evil, and our clan who helped the Demon Dragon to be reborn will also follow him and conquer the world!"

After saying that, he came to the altar of Wendy and the two, leaned into the halo, sniffed at Wendy, and let out a fascinated hum, like a glutton seeing a delicacy:

"A rare human girl! noble blood, pure virgin!"

Then I went to sniff the elf girl:

"O princess of the elves, it has not been twelve years since there has been such a rich harvest!

Finally, he turned to face the crowd:

"Today, we will usher in the grandest sacrifice, the purest soul, the most flawless power, will bring the strongest life force to Lord Demon Dragon!"

Hundreds of people cheered and stirred, and their excitement was palpable.

After the middle-aged man signaled, nine more women were dragged from the darkness and placed on top of the rest of the altars.

"These people are no longer pure, but women's souls are stronger than men, they are the best sacrifices, twelve great sacrifices, it has not been for many years, even if the Demon Dragon Lord can't be reborn through this, at least he will give more demon servants to my clan!"

This time, the reaction was much quieter.

Except for the newly captured Wendy, who was neatly dressed, the elven princess also wrapped a circle of animal skins around her waist, and the other nine were adult elf women, all naked.

Some of the women were still struggling and crying, and once they entered the altar, they stopped moving, while the rest were already dying and their eyes were blank.

Hundreds of men's Adam's apples slid up and down, and the elven woman's naked body seemed to make their mouths dry.

At this moment, with the sound of the necromantic bird flapping its wings, more than a dozen necromantic knights who went out to catch people returned, and Chang Le, who was tied like a zongzi, was thrown into the stone hall.

The middle-aged man smiled:

"The twelfth sacrifice is sufficient, and even though it is a man, it can be used as soon as it is used. ”

"Wendy!" shouted Changle as he stared at the altar as soon as he landed.

Wendy couldn't move her hands or speak, but she turned her eyes to Chang Le, and a tear slowly slid down.

Chang Le's tense heartstrings finally relaxed slightly, but instead of rushing to start, his eyes turned to the blue light gate, trying to find out what this group of people were doing, what the so-called "magic dragon" was all about.

Suddenly, among the hundreds of people watching the sacrifice, a young man shouted:

"Dear father, since those women are destined to die, it is better to ...... Let's ...... I still don't know what it's like to be a woman!"

"What's the hurry, my son. The middle-aged man smiled, "You are not strong enough, in the future you will have women sooner or later, just like they ......"

He pointed to the twelve priests at the altar.

"All they get are old ladies!" cried the young man anxiously, "Father, even if you let a young woman come out and take turns to be our wives, each of them will only need one night......

"Young women will get pregnant!" the middle-aged man frowned and roared, "Our clan lacks resources, we must control the population, and only the strongest are qualified to give birth! What happened to the old lady? Please believe me, in terms of the feeling of intimacy, the old lady is more comfortable than the young woman!"

The so-called "strongest" of course, refers to himself, Chang Le understood almost immediately, this middle-aged man has the strength of the war spirit, much more powerful than those hundreds of people.

But where did the women come from? Are they all captured elven women? How can they be pure human beings?

And the middle-aged man's next words immediately answered his question:

"My dear son, it is a very dangerous tendency to question your father, you have been deceived by the evil god of light! Do you doubt that all men and women of my people, if not my sons, are my daughters, and I, as a father, will take care of each and every one of you fairly?"

This is terrible! Chang Le had goosebumps all over his body, all the men of this demon dragon clan are the sons of this person, so that's it, all the women are his daughters and his wives at the same time!

The life span of the War Spirit Master is two hundred years, and if there is no outside intervention, this filthy family will probably last for another hundred years! Later, each of his wives is also his daughter, and it is also equal to his great-granddaughter for many generations!

The young man wept:

"I'm sorry, father, I just wanted to...... I...... I often dream and dream of women, but I wake up ......"

"You can reassure yourself with your hands, my son, do you need me to teach you?"

The middle-aged man walked slowly up to the young man, one hand reaching straight between his legs.

"Oh, no, father......" the young man cried out in embarrassment, but suddenly his voice changed to a terrible scream.

At the same time, a slight cracking sound was heard.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and he lifted his son, who cried out in pain, and threw him far outside the cave, causing him to fall into the bottomless abyss, and the endless cry of pain dragged on for a long time, fading away and weakening in the darkness, echoing endlessly.

The middle-aged man's vicious loud announcement sounded, and immediately overwhelmed the voice:

"Those who are bewitched by evil gods and challenge their fathers must be eradicated immediately, do you understand?"

The rest of the hundreds of people all bowed their heads, and the fear on their faces was clear at a glance.

The entire stone hall was also silent.

Only the "twelfth sacrifice" Chang Le smiled softly:

"Do you think he's your father? He's clearly a slave owner, calling you like slaves, and he's just a despicable and shameless scumbag, a self-proclaimed cult leader!"

These words came suddenly, and the reactions of hundreds of people were very confused, some glared at Chang Le angrily, and some silently bowed their heads in contemplation.

"Trust me, you all deserve wives. Chang Le continued to laugh.

"You're looking for death!"

The middle-aged man shouted, the battle spirit-level fighting spirit on his body rose brightly, and the flame sword in his hand instantly swept through the hall of dozens of meters, slashing towards Chang Le's neck, and he couldn't wait for the moment of sacrifice any longer.