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In the face of a salvo of hundreds of soldiers, in the face of an overwhelming array of poisonous arrows, ** upper body, the unprepared berserker had no power to fight back!

"Ah, you demon, I'm going to kill you!" Seeing that Yang Ling was merciless, ordering soldiers armed to the teeth to shoot his brothers and clansmen mercilessly, the leader of the berserkers, Magloy, was shocked and angry. After a roar, the pen %fun %www.biquge.info pavilion roared and turned into a deep frenzy, turning a blind eye to the poisonous arrows flying in the sky, and desperately killed Yang Ling.

Poof, poof, poof

Before he could take a few steps, Magloi was attacked by the soldiers, and a dense rain of crossbow arrows rained down on him. The 'poof' sound of crossbow arrows piercing into the body made the hearts of the envoys of various countries tremble, and their faces became whiter and whiter one by one.

Morocco is the most powerful principality on the Gold Coast, with a population of more than 5 million, of which there are more than 100,000 berserkers who can fight alone. Outside of the Principality of Ceylon, where racial abilities are excellent, no principality can stand up to their armies. With the support of the Holy See and the Borghe family, the Principality of Morocco can be said to be infinitely beautiful on the Gold Coast.

Although the entire Gold Coast has been placed under the control of the Warcraft Territory, in the eyes of people, if Yang Ling wants to quickly control the situation, he must definitely not be able to do without the support of Morocco, the most powerful principality. Although the berserkers were arrogant and rude, for the sake of the Principality of Morocco, they estimated that Yang Ling would at most order the berserkers to be arrested and punished.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ling adopted a more direct and bloody method! Countering violence with violence, leaving no one behind!

Just a group of ordinary city defenders are already so powerful, if the legendary Warcraft army is dispatched, then it will be necessary?

Look at the ruthless soldiers, look at the berserkers who were shot into hedgehogs, and the envoys of various countries broke out in a cold sweat. At this moment, they couldn't help but think of the prestige of the Great Demon King of Yang Ling. The Great Demon King who destroyed dozens of churches overnight, shed rivers of blood, and slaughtered all the believers who resisted!

"Kill, I'm going to kill you" After being seriously injured and knowing that he could not escape death, the berserker leader Magloy relied on his tenacious vitality after madness, and rushed to Yang Ling with his last breath. All over his body, except for his eyes and mouth, almost all of them were filled with crossbow arrows, like a porcupine returning to the light.

"It's a pity, you just cultivate for another thousand years, and even ten thousand years are not my opponent!" Looking at the crazy Magloy, and then at the berserker behind him, Yang Ling smiled coldly. Silently reciting the witch decision, he immediately waved his hand and sent out a series of soul explosions.

There was a ripple in the air, followed by a series of sharp and piercing air explosions, like a sharp blade cutting through the glass. In an instant, all the berserkers fell down with their heads in their hands, bleeding from all seven orifices, and after a moment of convulsion, they lay motionless on the ground. The leader of the berserkers, Magloy, was no exception, and he fell down only a few steps away from Yang Ling, his red eyes wide and round, and he couldn't bat at him.

Until the moment he fell to the ground, he couldn't imagine that he would die in the Demon Beast Territory like this!

"The Demon Beast Leader welcomes guests from afar, but" Turning to look at the envoys of various countries whose faces were whiter than the other, Yang Ling paused, and then said coldly: "We will never welcome people with bad intentions, anyone who secretly has any crooked ideas, this is the end!"

After signaling Asnamo to stay and clean up the battlefield, Yang Ling led Gude and the others to leave quickly. Behind them, the faces of the envoys from various countries were different, some couldn't stand this bloody scene, and left quickly surrounded by the guards, almost throwing up the overnight meal; some muttered for a while and led the guards to follow Yang Ling closely; some turned pale and hid to the side to quietly send out a magic message.

After witnessing the powerful strength and bloodshed of the Demon Beast Leader, the forces that sincerely took refuge naturally gave up, hoping to be the first to gain Yang Ling's support; the forces that wavered on the wall quickly chose the direction and did not dare to be half-hearted; and the forces with bad intentions were shocked in their hearts and couldn't wait to send the news back to China, lest it would be their turn to suffer next.

Punish someone as a warning to others!

Yang Ling's thunderous slaughter was a perfect success, and no envoy dared to be presumptuous in the Demon Beast Territory again. Especially a few weak-hearted messengers are even more cautious, lest they become a bird if they are not careful. However, to their surprise, Yang Ling was never seen again. The maids and soldiers didn't know what to do, but Goode and the old butler Mulberch replied that Yang Ling was cultivating and would not be able to come out in a few days, so they could wait with peace of mind.

After Yang Ling's intentions could not be discovered through various channels, the forces that hoped to gain Yang Ling's support were anxious, and the weak-hearted guy was even more panicked, lest he be caught by Yang Ling in secret.

Just when many envoys were worried, Yang Ling had already teleported to the distant Gold Coast through the teleportation array built by the Corpse Witch King. In addition to the 5,000-strong army led by Ashnamo, he was accompanied by Steve, a strategist beside the prince of the Principality of Ceylon. With the spying of the Corpse Witch King, coupled with the information provided by the Duchy of Ceylon, he quickly became clear about the situation in the Duchy of Morocco. Through the teleportation magic array, the god unknowingly sneaked to the vicinity of the royal palace in Morocco.

"My lord, there is the royal palace of Morocco in front of you, and if you kill the king and prince, Morocco will inevitably be in chaos. At that time, Morocco will no longer be an opponent of our Ceylon army!" Looking at the majestic royal palace not far away, Steve the Fox was excited.

After being forced into a corner by the berserker leader Magloy, he thought it would be impossible to escape, but he didn't expect that Yang Ling would lead a large army to arrive at a critical moment, and he didn't expect that he would directly lead the army to sneak into Morocco. As long as the king in the palace is killed, there will be chaos under the leader of the Moroccan dragons, providing a golden opportunity for the Ceylonese army to sneak attack.

"Hehe, Steve, who said that this operation was to assassinate the king of Morocco?" Looking at the excited Steve, Yang Ling smiled, "Killing a king, or even destroying the Yan Kyoto of Morocco can't completely eliminate the hidden danger, if you want to completely solve the problem at one time, the only way to completely eliminate the Duchy of Morocco is to make the Principality of Morocco disappear completely!"

Completely destroy the entire Moroccan principality?

Looking at the army of five thousand behind him, Steve was shocked, his mouth was so big that he could fit an egg into it, and he almost screamed. The assassination of the King of Morocco was an accident enough, but he didn't expect that Yang Ling's appetite would destroy the entire Principality of Morocco!

The Demon King, sure enough, is the crazy and bloodthirsty Great Demon King!

If someone else boasted that they would destroy the Duchy of Morocco, let alone only 5,000 soldiers, it was an army of 100,000, Steve would not believe it. However, hearing Yang Ling say this, he didn't have any doubts. The strength of a god-level powerhouse is far beyond what ordinary people can deal with, not to mention the five thousand army and the mysterious Warcraft Legion, I am afraid that it is not impossible for Yang Ling to destroy the Principality of Morocco alone!

"Asnamo, you lead the soldiers to guard the exit of the palace, and don't let any of them go. Rodriguez, you lead the army of Warcraft to rush in and capture the king to see me. Remember, I'm going to live!" In Steve's shocked gaze, Yang Ling summoned an incredible number of Warcraft legions as he ordered.

The swift horned bee beasts, the silent vampire bats, the toothy and clawed wyverns, and the countless groundhogs swooped down on the majestic palace under the command of the Witch King, and the patrolling soldiers died one by one under the stinger of the horned bee before they could react. Looking at the overwhelming demonic beasts, a few secret whistles who were lucky enough to hide on the side were stunned, instinctively trembling all over, their hearts beating faster and faster, and they were so nervous that they couldn't react for a long time.

Outside the palace, the bloody storm was rainy, and inside the palace, the fat-headed king and a cardinal of the Holy See gathered in the main hall to urgently discuss how to deal with the Demon Beast Territory, unaware that a catastrophe was coming.

"Lord Bishop, I need support, I need the support of a large number of strong men. Otherwise, if Yang Ling's Great Demon King kills him, what will I do against his god-level powerhouse?" After learning that the berserker had been killed on the spot in the Demon Beast Territory, the king of Morocco instinctively felt an unprecedented danger.

The prestige of the Great Demon King of Yang Ling has long been a household name, powerful, bloody, and decisive, if he learns about the plans of the Duchy and the Holy See, he may be killed the next day. The fat-headed king was reluctant to hand over the large amount of wealth and resources in his hands, lest he would no longer be able to spend his free time after being controlled by Yang Ling; however, life was more important than wealth, and he didn't want to become a pawn like cannon fodder for the Holy See.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, our Holy See's powerhouse guarding the spatial rift on the Gold Coast has already rushed over overnight. With their protection, even if Yang Ling's demon attacks you in a big way, there will be no danger!" the cardinal archbishop smiled as he comforted the king as he retreated. According to the Pope's secret order, he must do everything possible to trick Morocco and other principalities into resisting Yang Ling's rule, and try his best to consume Yang Ling's energy and the strength of the Demon Beast Lord.

"Okay, let them hurry up and come over, the sooner the better!" Hearing that the strong man of the Holy See guarding the spatial crack rushed over overnight, the fat-headed and big-eared king breathed a sigh of relief. After clapping his palms, he whispered to the waiter who stepped forward to send two superb beauties up to the bishop to bed.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, with the strong support of our Holy See, the Principality of Morocco will only grow stronger and more prosperous! Come, cheers!" the cardinal smiled and raised the Raphael wine that had been treasured for hundreds of years.

"The Principality of Morocco will always be the most loyal supporter of the Holy See, come, cheers!" the king blushed.

Just as the king and the cardinal archbishop raised their glasses in celebration and were about to drink the mellow Raphael, suddenly, there was a heavy sound of footsteps outside the hall, mixed with screams one after another. With every step, not to mention the wine glasses on the table, even the ground shook with it, as if a group of behemoths rushed in at high speed.

"Guards, guards" Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, listening to the incessant screams, the fat-headed and big-eared king instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and called out to the sword-wielding guards outside the palace.

"Your Majesty, go, go!" Before the king could finish speaking, one of the guards rushed in in horror, "Demonic beasts, there are demonic beasts everywhere. The Great Demon King is here, Your Majesty, go, go!"

The Great Demon King?

Thinking of Yang Ling, who has been said to have advanced to the god level, and thinking of the bloody and terrifying slaughter of thousands of miles, destroying more than a hundred churches and destroying the majestic St. Peter's Castle, both the king and the cardinal archbishop were all shocked. Unexpectedly, just breathing a sigh of relief, Yang Ling, the great demon king, came to the door so quickly. Frightened, the two quickly stood up and tried to escape through the back door of the main hall.

The two of them were fast, but alas, it was too late!

Before he had taken a few steps, there was a 'boom', and the roof of the hall, which had been reinforced with magic, was smashed open with a large hole. A giant ape nearly ten meters tall, wearing heavy armor and holding a large black iron stick as thick as a beam, fell from the sky. Immediately after, countless magical beasts such as horned bees, vampire bats, and groundhogs poured in!

(To be continued)