"Wake up! Blood and Killing Believers! I will give you the power to drive out all these invading demons! ”

Barr's angry roar echoed through the vast realm.

After being beaten by the Devil's Legion's "Justice" group, he realized almost instantly that his situation was quite bad, so he decisively began to summon helpers.

After all, this is the land of the god of murder.

Even if he is dead and turned into a remnant, Baal can still use the power of his son, Jaga Sula, as a demigod.

With the roar from the gods, countless mortal conspirators and demons who believed in him stopped hunting each other, and came out of their hidden dark corners and were strengthened by the red pillars of light falling from the sky.

Especially those demons who took refuge in Baal were originally the devil's sworn enemies.

The hatred between the two sides has long since become an instinct deeply rooted in the genes with the bloody battle.

Therefore, after meeting each other, they didn't even say a word of nonsense, and immediately began to fight wildly in the harsh environment where magma, flames, and poisonous gases were gushing everywhere.

Others try to rush in and destroy the massive portal that is being built in order to stop the Devils from sending in more reinforcements, or even to build a permanent war fortress.

Unfortunately, the devils, known for their brutal discipline and propensity for order, have long since assembled a strong line of defense, both on the ground and in the sky, keeping out enemies several times their size.

After the portals in the rear were built, the demon army that was waiting on the ninth level of Bato's hell immediately rushed over to join the battle.

Although the initial low-level Primal Devil Legion did not gain an overwhelming advantage on the battlefield, they simply maintained the battle line and continued to advance slowly, leaving more room for the rear to build a large and strong fortress.

However, with the arrival of the true elite, the rabble in the country of Baal, who only emphasized individual strength and assassination skills, and seriously lacked cooperation and experience in large-scale army operations, soon showed their original form, and retreated uncontrollably.

Although they could often kill more than three or four enemies in a single battle with the blessing of their divine powers, this advantage disappeared in an instant once it evolved into a clash of thousands of troops.

To be precise, those superb killing skills simply don't have much room to play on crowded battlefields.

Often, once they rush up to kill the devil's vanguard, they will immediately be knocked down by the devil who comes up from behind, followed by the third and fourth devils will attack from the side, quickly kill them, and then follow their own legions forward.

Suppose the enemy has a very large number of troops at a certain node, and the individual strength is extremely strong.

Then the Commander of the Deep Hell Purgatory will immediately order this part of the Demon Legion to retreat in an orderly manner, creating a pocket array that is dented out of thin air.

Then invest more elite troops on both flanks to find the enemy's subsequent weak point and launch a surprise attack, striving to cut off the opponent's retreat and support to complete the encirclement and annihilation.

Due to the large number of flying units on both sides and units that can infinitely cast teleportation magic, the process of war is more complex and three-dimensional than modern warfare on Earth.

Not only do you have to consider the situation on the ground and in the air, but also the elite commandos who suddenly teleport to the center of your own weak point and blossom.

Fortunately, the senior commanders and generals in the devil have already been tempered in the bloody battle, and their keen sense of smell, vision, execution, and judgment on the battlefield are estimated to belong to the level of "military god" in the eyes of mortals.

Among them, as the elite of the elite, whether it is Zariel's Sadistic Angel Legion or Mecansut's Mechanical Succubus Legion, they all show their terrifying strength as the main force in the next stage of bloody warfare in the future.

The moment the former completed the large-scale teleportation, he immediately took over the responsibility of the little devils, lust demons, and horned demons to suppress the enemy's air units, and beat those demons who dared to fly into the sky and the prayers with a devastating force.

The latter, on the other hand, took full advantage of the Phyrexians, bringing with them a large number of war machines made of metal, bone, and flesh, and giving them simple intelligence through oil.

Some of these big guys, who are often more than ten meters, tens of meters, or even hundreds of meters, can assist the Devil Legion to move forward like a mobile fortress;

Some set up long-range fire projection positions in the rear to cover the areas with the largest number of enemies and the most fierce attacks;

Others have been turned into air-to-ground batteries and platforms for the Aric Angels.

Although the number of these legions may be less than one-thirtieth of the total military strength of the ninth level, and even the lords of several subordinate levels and their main generals have not appeared, they have already shown a terrifying strength that can flatten the entire kingdom of the gods.

What's even more terrifying is that the oil will also infect and transform the enemy on a large scale, continuously creating more cannon fodder, and then snowballing.

In a way, this is an upgraded version of the Legion of the Undead cyberpunk, which is basically the same as the space necromancer.

The only difference is that the oil creations aren't powerful enough and the amazing potential hasn't been fully unleashed to make superweapons like spaceships, star destroyers, and colossi.

Otherwise, most planes would not have the slightest room for resistance in front of Phyrexia, and would be completely erased in a physical sense in a minute.

But for now, it is clear that it is enough to deal with the invokers and demons in the kingdom of Baal.

The devils, who know how to be "thrifty and thrifty", will even allow the captives of the Invoker to surrender, and then stuff them into a giant crystal prism made of magic, intending to bring them back to Batow's Hell to squeeze the energy.

As for the demons caught, they will not be wasted, and can be thrown into the arenas of cyberpunk cities for performances for those gladiators to execute in the most gorgeous, bloody, and brutal way, bringing unprecedented sensory stimulation to the audience.

In fact, as the Ninth Level has become more well-known and has more visitors, many demons have unwittingly become more and more valuable for "money".

Because in a huge cyberpunk city, the rich can really buy everything, even power, status, and power.

It's just that it's not the same as "money" as mortals understand it.

Compared to worthless precious metals such as gold and silver, they understood "money" to be tangible resources such as souls, slaves, gems, and magical items.

No demon will hold a large amount of gold and silver currency for a long time, and even if he does, he will spend it as quickly as possible.

Sensing the opportunity to make a fortune, some evil merchants and gangsters began to sell slaves from other planes in large numbers, or set traps for visitors to sink into a life of drunken indulgence, and eventually fell and signed a pact to sell their souls.

By providing slaves with contracts to sell their souls, they not only earned a large amount of gold and silver currency from the devil, but also developed a huge underground industrial chain.

Almost every visitor who enters a cyberpunk city has a soul tag secretly priced.

Whenever the devil is willing to make a bid, this group of mercenary guys will help with all the preliminary work until the client takes ownership of the soul.

What they don't know is that while they are doing these crazy things, their souls are constantly being eroded by the power of hell.

Once you die, you will inevitably become the dark soul that the devil loves.

Think you're a hunter, but you're actually a higher-class prey......

This is the black humor that the devils love to see, and they are deeply fascinated and intoxicated by it.

Of course, Zuo Si has never been particularly concerned about what happened in his hell territory.

As long as he could maintain stability and continuously provide himself with energy to upgrade the spark level of the brigade mage, he didn't care if the ninth level would become a scene of demons dancing wildly.

After all, the more he learned about Nicol Bolas, the more he could feel the overwhelming power of this Elder Dragon Brigade mage in all directions.

It is no wonder that Ugin, as a twin brother, has not even won or drawn against him once in the 25,000-year battle with each other, but has been constantly losing and losing, and has even been killed twice.

If you have to find a flaw in Nicol Bolas, it may be the hubris in his character.

But if you want to take advantage of this, you need to at least gain the same strength as fellow Elder Dragon Brigade mage Ugin, otherwise everything is empty talk

Therefore, Zuo Si is now more eager than ever to obtain energy that can quickly improve his hard power.

Right now, maintaining the form of the Great Devil, he is spreading his dragon wings, condescendingly looking down at Jacquala, who is controlled by Baal, one of them is holding the artifact staff, and his body exudes an amazing momentum, completely like the mythical and legendary Demon King of the World.

And Baal also got rid of the entanglement of those demons with the help of the believers, and turned into a giant beast that landed on four legs and looked like a ravager, and the strength of his divine power has been rising.

If the level of Jacthara's divine power that had just awakened and obtained the power of a demigod was one, then now under Baal's control, he had reached about six.

According to the standards given by some books and scholars in the Faeron Continent, this is no longer a demigod with weak divine power, but has reached the standard of weak divine power.

If he had been replaced by another Hell Lord, and found that the target he had to deal with had changed from a demigod with weak divine power to a weak divine power, he would have already chosen to retreat tactically.

After all, from the beginning of the weak divine power, the performance of the gods in battle will become quite unstable, or it will fluctuate greatly.

The weakest of them can't even beat the stronger demigods.

However, a very small number of weak divine powers can defeat or even kill powerful divine powers in some special periods.

There are also some weak divine powers, which are simply the face of another powerful divine power.

However, the good news is that Baal is not the kind of god who has many facets and spreads his faith to other physical planes, and his influence is limited to the continent of Ferron, the planet Toriel.

What's more, the divine powers that seemed very threatening in the eyes of the other Hell Lords were all valuable energy that could make his Brigade Mage Spark upgrade by leaps and bounds in Zuo Si's eyes, and they were also compressed.

So instead of flinching, he intensified his sense of oppression, forcing Baal's remnants to extract more divine power from the Blood Throne to strengthen Jacquala.

In this way, after killing this son of Baal, you can seize the energy contained in the opponent's body.

Rumble!!!!!

After another lightning and flint exchange, Baal finally sensed something, first glanced down at his claws, then raised his head and stared at two blood-red eyes and asked, "You have been plundering my divine power through battle since just now?!" ”

"Oh? Finally found out?

I thought with your IQ you would have to wait until at least a quarter or more of it was sucked out before you reacted.

Unfortunately, it was discovered too late.

There's no way you've taken the power you drew from the Blood Throne back. ”

Zuo Si pursed the corners of his mouth, and a mocking smile appeared.

He now finally understands how Baal dared to ambush the Earth Mother God on Lunaris Island, and tried to kill her, and then conspired to the death with Mirko and Bane to steal the Tablet of Fate.

In addition to being ambitious enough, the main thing is that the ignorant are fearless, and the mode of thinking and action is very reckless.

Especially in the process of fighting and killing, the god of murder is very susceptible to the influence of primitive instincts and impulses, loses his mind, and unscrupulously vents his power without thinking about the consequences.

This may have been the influence of the priesthood, or it could have been the case with Baal in his mortal days.

But in Zuo Si's eyes, character impulsiveness is always easier to deal with than calm, rational and steady character.

He summons legions of demons and assumes an aggressive posture in order to provoke Baal so much that he will draw his power from the Blood Throne at any cost.

Now that this goal has been achieved, it is time to reap the fruits of victory.

"Don't think! I will never allow you, a damn thief, to steal the Blood Throne! It's mine! ”

Baal slammed two fists into the ground.

Rumble! Rumble!

With two deafening loud bangs, his massive body rose into the air with the help of the reaction force, and pounced on the great devil floating in mid-air with teeth and claws.

In the face of an enemy who had already reached the weak level of divine power, Zuo Si did not dare to slack off, and immediately gave himself stronger strength through quasi-divine power, and then raised the artifact staff and shot out an astonishing silver flame.

Baal was also a ruthless man, unleashing a divine shield to envelop the vital points of Jagha Sula's body, allowing the silver flames to scorch the unimportant skin, muscles, and bones.

When he came closer, he suddenly stretched his body and swung his two huge fists and smashed them down.

With the blessing of divine power, the power of this huge beast has long exceeded the limits of what mortals can imagine, and even with the movement of its fists, it has achieved a terrifying effect like nuclear fusion.

With a dazzling white light that was brighter than the sun, I don't know how many times, instantly illuminated a radius of hundreds of kilometers, and a terrifying shock wave and loud noise followed.

All the Devil's Legion and Baal's followers who were a little closer were evaporated by the indescribable heat in an instant, and not even a single bone dregs remained.

Because this is not a flame at all, but an out-and-out impact of divine power.

A little farther away, you can clearly feel the severe pain caused by the shock wave of the body, and finally die of death.

Only a handful of lucky people who reacted managed to escape beyond the reach with teleportation magic.

When the skyrocketing fireballs and mushroom clouds gradually dispersed, they finally saw that at the center of the explosion, Zuo Si, who looked much smaller than his opponent, actually grabbed Baal's fist and slowly bent it with more powerful brute force, and let out a terrifying sound of bones shattering and muscles breaking.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. What's more, do you think that you are the only one who has divine power? ”

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si in the form of the Great Devil suddenly burst out with silver fire from all over his body, symbolizing the core energy of the magic net, constantly scorching Jagasura under Bal's control.

Forcibly burned all the positions above the opponent's wrist into charcoal.

But that's just the beginning!

In just a few seconds, another wave of divine power flowed down the charred wrist into the arm, and in less than a minute, the forearm grew large red spots, followed by the beginning of rotting from the inside and growing patches of fungus that had been spawned by the divine power.

There is no doubt that this is the power that belongs to Talona, the goddess of poison and disease.

In her eyes, her constituents are not to say that they can borrow a little divine power to use it, but it is no problem to directly summon one or two incarnations.

Finally, coupled with the blessing of the god-like power of the ninth layer lord of hell, Zuo Si forced Bal's huge body to kneel in front of him, and raised his foot to step the other's head into the dirt in an extremely insulting posture.

"No!!!!! That's impossible! I'm the great god of murder! ”

Barr obviously can't accept this reality, frantically struggling and resisting, trying to break free from the power that holds him back.

It's a pity that he died a long time ago after all, and he just barely showed up by controlling this son who relied on his own divine nature in the way of a remnant soul, and he couldn't exert his original strength at all.

Especially Jakar Sula couldn't even completely spiritualize himself.

Even if he was forcibly promoted to the level of weak divine power, he still couldn't pose any threat to Zuo Si, who showed several hole cards.

What's even more terrifying is that in the constant struggle, Barr feels that the divine power in Jagasula's body is constantly decreasing, constantly being stripped and drained, and finally inevitably becoming weaker and weaker.

To get out of this situation, you must draw more divine power from the Blood Throne.

But the problem is that he now knows that the purpose of this hateful big devil in front of him is to plunder the divine power, and if he continues to extract it, wouldn't it be in the hands of the other party?

So Bal is not, not not, and suddenly fell into a dilemma.

But the idea of the remnant soul of the god of murder is obviously not in the scope of Zuo Si's consideration.

The sparks in his chest were flickering with bright and dazzling light, constantly transforming the plundered divine power into pure energy.

Soon the spark level was raised from LV25 to LV26.

When the divine power in Jaga Sula's body was about to be drained, he actually upgraded to LV27 by one level.

And with the side effects of the huge divine power pouring into the body and even the soul, the majesty and aura that Zuo Si showed at this moment were more like an evil god than Baal, who knelt on the ground as if he was waiting to be slaughtered.

After completely draining and sucking his opponent out, he looked into Bal's eyes full of hostility and hatred and said, "As food, you provide quite a lot of nutrients, and I am very satisfied with it, and I am also looking forward to receiving the remaining divine power stored in the Blood Throne. ”

"You're not going to get away with it!

I have many more children.

They will become stronger and stronger in the constant killing.

I will soon be resurrected in the body of one of them.

Don't think it's as easy to win as you are now.

I am the great god of murder, the object of fear and awe that all mortals must fear.

Now that I know what you're capable of, it's your turn to pay the price the next time we meet. ”

Like many failed villains, Barr relinquishes control of Jaga Sula after a harsh remark.

Just as the latter began to slowly regain consciousness and wake up from his controlled state, he suddenly felt something grab his head, and then a strong squeezing sensation and sharp pain came from his head, and then he lost consciousness completely.

When he woke up again, he found that his soul had been stuffed into a dazzling gem.

And the one who holds this gem is none other than Zuo Si in the form of the Great Devil.

Not far away, lay the corpse of a giant with its head crushed.

There is no doubt that Jacqua Sula recognized the body as his own, and also realized that he had been killed, and that even his soul had been captured and imprisoned.

"My lord, the invokers and demons in the Bal kingdom have fled, do we need to pursue them?"

A Hellpurgical Commander flew in from afar to ask for advice from his allegiance lord.

"No, no, let them go. After a little cleaning of the battlefield, the troops can be withdrawn. ”

Zuo Si, who had a bumper harvest, was obviously satisfied, and directly waved his hand to veto his proposal.

"Withdrawal?

But we've just won a battle.

Why not move forward?

There are many prayers and souls in this kingdom of gods, like ripe fruit growing on a tree waiting to be harvested. ”

The Commander of the Deep Hell Purgatory asked with a puzzled expression.

"Because it's not yet time to harvest.

And if you push Baal into a hurry and directly open a permanent portal to the bottomless abyss, this place will become the front line of bloody battles in minutes.

We're not ready to start fighting again.

So that's all for today's warm-up.

Don't worry, there will be plenty of wars and meritorious promotion opportunities waiting for you in the future. ”

With that, Zuo Si raised his hand and patted the Deep Hell Purgatory Commander's shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

As a superior, it is one of the skills that must be mastered to "draw a pie" for subordinates, make them have a strong sense of expectation for the future, and exert their initiative to create more value in the next work.

Under his flickering, a group of high-level devils who were looking forward to expanding the scale of the war so that they could make meritorious contributions and continue to climb up the ladder dispelled their original thoughts one after another, and secretly prepared for the next larger-scale war.

With the orderly retreat of the huge army, Sancho, who had been hiding in the dark for a long time, came out of the shadows, touched his chest with one hand and bowed to his mentor, and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, my performance disappointed you." ”

"Disappointed? Why? ”

Zuo Si returned to his human form, looking at his disciple with a smile.

"First, I shouldn't use Niali's head to provoke Jaga Sula to suddenly receive the blessing of demigod power;

Second, I didn't read the books on librarianship that expounded on divine power, divinity, beliefs, and so on, so I didn't understand the power of demigods at all.

Thirdly, I was so confident in the magical power at my disposal that I ignored the fact that the confrontation between gods and gods was essentially a collision of divine powers, and as a result, I was unable to organize an effective defense and counterattack under the attack of Jakarsula.

In short, I made too many mistakes this time. ”

As he said this, Sancho's face turned ashamed, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look at his mentor.

Clearly, since the defeat of Irenikas at Sodenisra, he has developed a sense of "I'm strong" complacency in his bones.

It's just that this kind of pride and complacency is well hidden, and it is not directly expressed, but subtly and continuously affects the mind and consciousness.

After all, Sancho was only a boy at his age, and he hadn't even reached puberty like Ammon.

The reason why he was more cautious, calm, and rational than many adults in the past was completely forced out by cruel fate and a strong sense of crisis.

Because if he can't become strong in a short time, he will die in this cannibalism of the sons of Baal.

But when you feel that you are strong enough and capable of self-preservation, the repressed side of the child in your personality will raise your head again.

Zuo Si shook his head with a smile and explained, "No, you are wrong, I am not disappointed because of your performance.

Because the power of demigods is not something you can deal with in the first place.

As for using Niali's head to stimulate Jactha Sula to gain the power of a demigod, it was actually just something that would have happened sooner or later.

With the God of Murder opening the Blood Throne to all the remaining Sons of Baal, it was almost inevitable that the Five would gain the power of the demigods.

Even if you don't provoke Jakar Sula and join forces with Davidian to kill her, something similar will inevitably happen when you meet the next five descendants.

Rather than fighting the children of Baal who have fully mastered the power of demigods, Jaga Sula, who has just gained the power of demigods, is actually a good experience pack.

He can show you what it takes to fight a demigod to avoid being crushed by a powerful god.

And I can feel that you don't seem to want to go any further on the path to the gods, do you? ”

With these words blurted out, Sancho suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, he nodded lightly: "Yes, you said it."

I can feel that the stronger my strength, the easier it is to be bound by some invisible force.

Then the mind and consciousness continue to develop in a unique and very extreme, pure direction.

This is clearly not the outcome I wanted.

I hate this kind of divinity that makes it impossible to maintain my sanity, and I hate it even more when the mind becomes less and less like itself under the influence of faith. ”

"So you're afraid, afraid that once you gain the power of a demigod, you will completely lose yourself, and even if you finally give up and become the new god of murder, you won't be able to change back."

Zuo Si bluntly said the deepest fear in his heart for his disciple.

The price to be paid for mortals to become gods is very high.

No one knows this better than him.

Take a look at the new Grim Reaper, Cranvo.

At the beginning, I often maintained an intimate relationship with my mortal lover Midnight, often went out on dates together, flirted, and did some exercises that were good for physical and mental health.

But now?

Three generations of Goddess of Magic have begun to complain that Cranvo is gradually becoming cold to him.

It is estimated that it will not be long before the two powerful divine powers will completely part ways, and they will become strangers from now on.

Obviously, Cranvo's performance is the result of the substitution of the most typical divine for the mortal.

Therefore, those who attach great importance to the "self" will inevitably have a strong sense of rejection and panic when they feel that the divine nature is gradually replacing the mortal nature, and that they are becoming less and less like the original self.

"You're right.

I was afraid that I would go so far on the path of becoming God that I would lose my current self and become something else that I couldn't imagine.

At that time, I may gladly accept the Blood Throne as the new god of murder.

So please help me! ”

With that, Sancho bent down again and bowed deeply.

Zuo Si lowered his head and was silent for a moment, constantly searching his mind for knowledge and memories related to the gods, and finally responded with regret: "I'm sorry, I can't help you this time."

Because I have never been a god, and I don't know what it's like to be a divine being replaced by mortal.

The only thing that is certain is that this is an irreversible process.

If you're really scared of this, stay as you are and wait for it to end.

After all, after suffering such a big loss, your father is afraid that he will start to strengthen the remaining five descendants at any cost, even the voter who betrayed him.

I need to speed things up a bit. ”

"So you're going to play it yourself?"

Sancho jerked his head up in surprise.

Because in his opinion, once the mentor is gone, it means that he does not need to continue to stand in front of him, and fight with those brothers and sisters who are so strong that they are not much different from the true gods.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "That's right." I've just gotten the ticket from that Blazing Celestial Servant, so I don't need to worry too much about it. Let's go, let's go back and plan well, and try to get rid of the remaining five at once. ”

Just as he was about to take his apprentice out of this purgatory-infernated place, a volcano not far away suddenly erupted a massive amount of hot magma.

Davion, the Flame Dragon Knight who had fallen inside, was finally resurrected with full blood under the replenishment of fire elemental energy, and spread his wings and dragged his huge body to fly down from a high place and fall to the ground and transform into a human form.

"Master, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault that I'm too weak to let you have to go out yourself."

"No, it's not your fault. I'll do a small upgrade to you later, and when the time comes, you won't be as powerless as you are when you face the demigods. ”

Zuo Si comforted his most trusted entourage, and then directly led the two of them out of this place that had turned into scorched earth.

……

At the same time, far beneath the northern part of the Kalins, where the Mill Forest meets the marching mountains.

A young dark elf woman with a bumpy figure is standing on a large stone platform to receive worship from the devotees.

Thousands of Dark Elves, Grey Dwarves, Mind Flayers, and Eye Demons fell to their knees, praying with fervent devotion.

Some of them have relatively high perception attributes, and have even established a stable faith connection with them, and have also been endowed with divine magic.

There is no doubt that anyone who knows anything about gods and religion knows what this means.

The object of their worship is no longer just the son of Baal, but the true God in the true sense of the word.

This young dark elf is none other than Cindai, one of the "Five Descendants".

When she was still a mortal, she was already a legendary priest and mage with the same Sinnoh double cultivation as Zuo Si.

Moreover, the sum of the professional levels of the two sides together exceeds LV50, and even among the five descendants, it belongs to the strongest first echelon.

Right now, the drow demigod's eyes were flashing with a red glow, and powerful divine power flowed through his body and even his soul.

Although she didn't quite know why she had suddenly gained such power and authority after having a strange dream, the huge increase in power was undoubtedly exciting and joyful.

To this end, Cinder held this special prayer, and also tortured and killed a thousand goblin slaves to help the fun.

The thrill of blood and death in the air made her feel more happy than ever, and she firmly believed that the Blood Throne must be her own in the end.

"Great Goddess! Your humble servant is here to ask what we should do next. ”

A male Drow stepped forward, kneeling on one knee and holding Cindai's bare right foot, kissing the instep and toes affectionately, his eyes revealing fanatical adoration.

After all, as a dark elf of the evil camp, the gods he can serve are very limited.

Especially after betraying the spider goddess Rose, if you can't hug the thigh of another god, the ending will inevitably be very, very miserable.

But now, the drow man no longer needs to be afraid of being chased by Rose.

Because he has a powerful goddess in front of him who can shelter him.

Even if you die in battle, your soul has a relatively safe place to go.

In fact, the dark elves who had defected from the Dark Regions in front of them were all thinking about the same thing.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

After all, no matter how ruthless, bloodthirsty, and brutal the god of murder is, it is far stronger than Rose, who is chaotic and evil, and engages in internal high-pressure autocracy.

"How is Jagasula's army doing now?"

Cindai picked up her big toe and gently pinched the nose of the handsome man in front of her, with a provocative and seductive smile on her face.

You don't have to ask to know that the latter is not only one of her right-hand men, but also a companion who she uses to vent her desires and enjoy pleasure on weekdays.

Otherwise, if other lowly men dared to do such an offensive act, they would be instantly trampled on their heads and turned into a headless corpse to feed the spiders.

"According to the spies' report, Jagasula's army of fire giants has completely collapsed, and he himself has completely disappeared in a red pillar of light. If nothing else, he's already dead by now, and even if he doesn't die and loses his army, he won't be your opponent. ”

The man hurriedly told the news he knew.

"Oh? Has Jakarsura already failed?

It seems that this West Coast empire is even more powerful than imagined.

Now that Jagasura is out, let's shift the focus to Abazig.

This blue dragon is quite a formidable opponent.

He had built his lair into an impregnable fortress, and it was not easy to break into it. ”

As she spoke, Cindel put her entire right foot into the male Drow's arms and rubbed it up and down, finally stepping on his face.

I don't know if this is torture or reward for the latter.

……

On the other side, more than 200 kilometers away from the nest of Xiandai, in the depths of a cave in the Gobi Desert.

A blue dragon whose size was far more than twice as large as that of the same primeval age group had also just woken up from a strange dream, and it was unbelievable that the divine power in his body had quadrupled all at once.

The urge to kill and die at once made him feel better than ever.

Obviously, this giant blue dragon is Abazig.

In terms of individual combat power, he may still be above the Sendai of Sinnoh Double Cultivation.

After all, the dragon race has been an out-and-out king since birth, not to mention that Abazig is still the eldest son of Baal.

The years gave him more time to study, study, and understand the divinity and divine power in his body.

And this guy didn't have the same ecstasy as Xiandai after gaining more divine power, but frowned and whispered, "It's so strange."

Why do I suddenly have dreams?

And why did he suddenly receive such an astonishing blessing of power from the Blood Throne?

There must be something going on behind this.

And most importantly, was this sudden increase in power acquired by me alone, or by all the sons of Baal?

If it's the latter, then soon someone should be tempted to get their hands dirty. ”

Thinking of this, Abazig took a deep breath and instantly activated the interdimensional teleportation magic from his lair into a small space of his own in the Baal Realm.

Just as he was about to try to ask a question to the huge statue standing in the center of the space, as usual, a figure with a blood-red light suddenly fell from the sky.

Like all the other sons of Baal, Abazig had dreamed of his god father, so he recognized Baal in human form at a glance, and immediately stepped back vigilantly and asked, "This is impossible! Aren't you already dead? ”

"Yes, I'm dead, and I'm just a wisp of my soul standing in front of you.

Listen, son.

I know your mind is full of doubts and puzzles right now.

But I don't have time to explain too much, you need to listen carefully.

It's about where the Blood Throne belongs, and whether you're alive or dead.

There is a powerful devil who has his sights on my legacy, he has killed Jacquala, and will soon be at home on you and the others.

To avoid the usurpation of the god of murder, I want you to shoulder the heavy lifting and take out this damned thief and robber.

If you do this, I will personally crown you on the throne. ”

When he said this, Barr's tone was full of sincerity, and he showed his "fatherly love" without hesitation.

But Abazig didn't know that his father had already said something similar to Melissand, who was currently the strongest......

(End of chapter)