At this moment, Chen Mo distributed some of the pistols and ammunition he had obtained in his inventory to the remaining Terran resistance.

These things were all found in the dungeon, and theoretically he could bring out the dungeon, but in the bloody battle with the Marquis of Abro just now, the Terran Resistance suffered heavy casualties, not to mention the weapons.

There are still heavy firepower guns, but step *** is relatively scarce.

Fortunately, Chen Mo still has more than half of his inventory.

In fact, what is saved is meant to be used.

Saving is a kind of pleasure of harvest, and using it on the blade is another sense of achievement, and Chen Mo has also begun to learn to pay for some things.

He has seen so many people and things along the way, and Chen Mo has gradually begun to reconcile with the world.

The only regret is that He Wuji specially left a few bloodlines alive and wanted to ask about something related to Duke Bolton.

However, the vast majority of Blood soldiers chose to commit suicide before being interrogated.

Originally, Chen Mo thought that these bloodlines were so backbone, but as a result, those who did not commit suicide were all killed by the soul ban, and the bloodlines who were killed by the soul ban were all transformed into ants after they died, which caused everyone to be amazed, which should be some punishment from the Duke of Bolton for the leaker.

Escaping doesn't trigger the ban, but the leak would, I have to say, Duke Bolton was very careful in some ways.

......

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are all brothers who have been born and died, brothers who have drunk and killed people together, do you know why you are still alive?"

Chachai stood on a stone platform, making the final pre-war mobilization.

The rest of the people who survived the previous battle were the most elite part of the Terran Resistance.

Although the number is small, they are all the best in the army.

"Aren't we living for the sake of the human race? Everyone put on their armor and take their weapons and fight with me into the royal city, today, is a good time for us to clean up the old mountains and rivers!"

"Wait." At this time, He Wuji suddenly walked out.

Chachai asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for someone, watch a snow." He Wuji said with a smile.

Cha guessed that he had thought of something, and looked around, but he never saw the figure of the young man.

......

Today is breezy and cloudy, and it is summer, but it seems to have just passed the beginning of spring.

The snow turns into spring, and all kinds of flowers are like fifteen or sixteen little ladies inflatable figures, large and small, round and tender, green, fat, red and thin.

Chen Mo stood on the top of a mountain, next to the black-robed pharaoh who was under control and Kelis, who had been following Chen Mo.

Kelis followed Chen Mo along the way to see the other party's various operations, and finally realized something, she said, "Young Master Ram, I think you are not simple! Now, what are you going to do?"

"How about we make a bet?" Chen Mo smiled and looked at Kelis on the side.

"Bet?" Kelly leaned over to Chen Mo's side, sniffed it, and said affirmatively, "I smell the smell of gamblers, say, what are you betting on?"

"Hmm........." Chen Mo thought for a moment, "I haven't thought about the bet yet, but I can tell you where fate will take this world next."

Chen Mo opened his arms, and in an instant, the wind whistled.

He felt the wind blowing in his face, and the dark city disappeared into the shadows, almost reflecting his increasingly scarlet eyes.

......

Twenty kilometres from the Scarlet City, an indifferent man with a knife mark on his side walked in the front, his brown eyes as sharp as an eagle, and behind him was an army of undead who were as dense as locusts.

"Master, shouldn't we worry about the black-robed pharaoh now?" A necromancer asked respectfully to the Pale Lord.

The Pale Lord shrugged absently

said: "He was too high-profile, it was sooner or later that something happened, and he was warned earlier, but he didn't listen. Now even if you tell me he was killed by the Bloodborn, I'll say he deserved it."

However, at this moment, another necromancer came over and said in a deep voice, "All the cronies of the black-robed pharaoh are dead, but the body of the black-robed pharaoh has not been found."

"No body found?" The Pale Lord frowned slightly.

He had already received the news that Marquis Abro had left the Crimson City and was coming in their direction, so he instinctively thought that the black-robed pharaoh and Marquis Abro had had a head-on encounter.

"Marquis Abro has a forbidden object in his hand, and the black-robed pharaoh is not his opponent, but it is not so easy for the other party to kill him easily."

At this moment, a necromancer suddenly said, "The black-robed pharaoh never reported what he was doing here, could it be that he had another purpose?"

The black-robed pharaoh and the entire undead clan have always been at odds, and have even had many disagreements, so it is very possible that the black-robed pharaoh would do something stupid for his own benefit.

However, at this moment, no one except the parties involved knows what is really going on in this battle, and everyone can only guess.

"Forget it, no matter, let's go and join the werewolf clan, we have come all the way this time, but we can't leave without catching anything!"

However, at this moment, another necromancer walked over, he hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Master, my scroll minister saw the black-robed pharaoh, he, he seems to have appeared in the battlefield outside the Crimson City, but he only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared! However, in the hands of the black-robed pharaoh, there are still the heads of the Marquis of Abro and the Blood Rose!"

Marquis Abro and Bloodrose are both big names in the bloodline, and most people in this world know each other.

The Pale Lord was stunned, he was a little puzzled, he hadn't met any people of blood or Marquis of Abro along the way, could it be that the black-robed pharaoh really killed Marquis Abro?

It's not right, if this is really the case, then with such a meritorious service, with the arrogant character of the black-robed pharaoh, he can come back to show off and harvest a wave of people's hearts....

In fact, neither the bloodline nor the undead have ever considered the Terran Resistance as a variable, so their thinking is completely restricted.

The Pale Lord frowned, he was completely confused.

Even if the black-robed pharaoh survived, he wouldn't do such a hate-pulling thing, did he want to attract all the firepower and hatred of the bloodline to himself?

"Speed up, whatever the black-robed pharaoh is going to do, let's go and set up camp first, and get everything ready!" Although the Pale Lord was a little hesitant, in the end, he decided to go to the main battlefield first!