Temple of the Sands.

Prince Babu, accompanied by the "Protector of the Archmage" Demon Alien, stood on the towering walls of the temple and looked into the distance.

The defeated Darius, escorted by Tsukihime and the "Five-Step God of War" Demon Night Shadow, lies in the center of the temple and is being baptized by the "Blood Moon Ritual". And Tsukihime also brings some unpleasant news to Babu.

"The Red Pavilion is a rogue force that not only defeated my brother, but also captured the Imperial City." Babu smiled contemptuously, "Archmage, what do you say I should do now?" ”

Demon Alien Star leaned on his staff and said indifferently: "The Red Pavilion bandits are ambitious, I thought they were just entrenched in the northern desert, and now they have taken advantage of the gap between our peace talks with Yueji to seize the imperial city, it is really reckless and frivolous - it's time to teach them a lesson." ”

A pitch-black tentacle came out of Babu's back, followed by another, and then another...... Three tentacles were behind him, and at the same time they were entrenched over the three naked beauties.

The three women were swept in the air by their tentacles, their faces flushed and wheezing as they squirmed. And Babu's face was full of ecstatic smiles.

Obviously, his tentacles have been strengthened by Tsukihime, and they are far superior to them in terms of number and ability.

"Protector Archmage" Demon Alien Star held his long white beard, "The news brought by His Royal Highness Tsukihime is both bad news and good news. ”

His gaze looked into the distance, "I've heard that they have seized the Imperial City and the territory of the surrounding Sixteen Lords. Administrative officials are now being sent to take over the town, and it seems that they want to put their mark on these new lands as soon as possible and take root. But that's when they're at their most vulnerable. ”

Demon Star retracted his gaze and looked at Prince Babu, "The lord's retainers have been deposed by them, and their border defenses are extremely weak at this moment, which is our heavenly opportunity. ”

Prince Babu is willing to join the demon clan, of course, he disdains to hide in the Wild Sand Temple for the rest of his life to be a vassal king. His goal was always to take that throne and become the new emperor of the Wild Sand Empire.

The previous abdication was just that he wanted to save his strength and watch the tiger fight, to see how the two brothers killed each other, so he could take the opportunity to go down the mountain to pick peaches and seize the fruits of victory. It's just that he killed a red hall halfway and swept them all away so easily, which was really unexpected.

"Now that their roots are shaky, it's really the best time for us to reach out." The corners of Prince Babu's mouth hooked up a sneer, "But their power, you can also see it." Eighteen tribes, five war gods, and sixteen lords have not been able to stop them. ”

"That's the difference in strength." With a cold light flashing in his eyes, he whispered to Prince Babu, "Those defeated dogs have not been able to comprehend what true power is, and they do not deserve the fruits of victory. ”

Prince Babu's face was filled with intoxication and pleasure, and his whole body twitched. The tentacles behind him slowly loosened, and the three delirious beauties foamed at the mouth one after another and fell to the ground.

He let out a sigh of relief, "It seems that the archmage already has a good plan against the enemy?" ”

Demon Xing smiled slightly, "Your Highness, please come with me." ”

With that, he led the way to one of the courtyards of the Temple of the Wild Sands.

This courtyard was heavily guarded, not only guarded by soldiers, but even two refining giant demons stood at the door: "Goliath".

The Demon Star sent off the guards and demons and led the prince into the courtyard. I saw hundreds of soldiers dressed in black and wearing metal ghost faces standing neatly inside. They stood motionless, dressed in identical metal armor with two swords hanging from their waists.

"In order to ensure our victory, please allow me to introduce you to the latest masterpiece of the Demon Refining Project." Demonic Star pointed at the soldiers, "Ironclad Ghostface." ”

Prince Babu looked at the soldiers carefully, his eyes revealing a bit of excitement and curiosity, "What is so special about them?" ”

Demon Star smirked, "These people will first refine in the seven poisons for a hundred days, then break their hands and feet, reforge their bones with metal, and finally drain their blood and infuse it with demon blood. ”

As he spoke, he gave the guards on both sides a look. The two of them drew their scimitars and stepped forward to slash at a "Ironclad Ghost Soldier".

When!

Two blades of light slashed through the air and slashed into the man's shoulders, then split crisply into two pieces.

The two guards looked at the short knives in their hands in horror, their faces full of incredulity. They never imagined that human skin could be so hard that it seemed invulnerable.

Prince Babu's eyes lit up, "It seems that these soldiers are even more powerful than they imagined." ”

"They don't feel pain, they don't feel emotion, they don't have thoughts. Therefore, they are not afraid of life and death, but can only obey orders and complete tasks. Demon Star reached out and took a pitch-black banner from the squire's hand, on which were strange symbols drawn by demon blood, flashing with a dark light.

Demon Star raised the flag: "This is the Dementor Flag, they have broken through the realm of mortals, and they only obey the orders of this magic weapon." ”

As he spoke, the flag in his hand waved, and the dark energy gradually gathered in the air.

Several ghost-faced soldiers in the front row suddenly roared in the sky, and then their limbs gradually became thicker, and their entire bodies became taller and stronger.

Prince Babu clapped his hands unhurriedly and said, "The secret skills of the demon clan are really superb. ”

Demon Star nodded, "Their bloodline is strengthened by demon blood, and their speed and strength will be greatly improved. In front of these soldiers, all opponents are just useless scarecrows. ”

"It does look ferocious." Prince Babu's eyes gradually became excited, "I just don't know if such a soldier can be as powerful as we imagined in actual combat." ”

Demon Xingxing confidently stroked his long beard, "If His Royal Highness the prince is not at ease, I will send some slaves to be placed in the arena and fight on the spot......"

"No need." Prince Babu squinted and smiled, "Isn't there still a bunch of bedbugs left in the Sommer Canyon, send them to clean up there and come back." ”

……

As night fell, the "Protector Archmage" Demon Alien Star personally led a hundred "Ironclad Ghost Soldiers" out of the Wild Sand Temple.

In the darkness of the enterprise, the soldiers quietly made their way through the forests and grasslands like ghosts, heading towards the Sommer Gorge. Their steps were light and swift, and their terrifying steel masks floated through the desert like hordes of ghosts.

Their gaze was as cold as ice, and their twin knives shimmered in the night, as if to herald a slaughter to come.

At this time, the Sommer Gorge is peaceful. The people of the tribe and the guards were spending the peaceful night in laughter, the moonlight shining on their faces, and everyone seemed so comfortable and at ease.

No one was aware that in this harmonious atmosphere, an undercurrent was quietly surging.

A hundred "Ironclad Ghost Soldiers" silently dispersed, hiding behind the rocks and trees on both sides of the canyon, using the cover of night to cleverly use the terrain to hide their whereabouts.

The people of those tribes sat around the campfire, enjoying the warm glow of the fire, or gathered together to share food and jokes. Children play in the moonlight, their laughter and screams echoing through the air.

"Animsala!" A terrible chant suddenly sounded in the night sky, and a pitch-black flag appeared above the canyon. Immediately after, those "Ironclad Ghost Soldiers" hiding behind rocks and bushes jumped up and slammed out of the shadows!

Their twin knives slashed at the unsuspecting laughter of the tribesmen, blood splattering the faces of the children who were playing. The people and guards of the tribe were taken by surprise by the sudden attack, their faces filled with horror and confusion.

The happy children were the first to be frightened by the horrific scene, screaming and running in all directions, their laughter and screams echoing through the air.

In the nick of time, the clan leader Sommer stepped forward. Armed with a pair of scimitars, he led the clan's guards out of the tent and engaged in a fierce battle with the ghost-faced soldiers.

"For the sake of our homeland, for the sake of our families, never back down!" Sommer shouted, his voice full of determination and determination.

The clan's defenders responded, brandishing their weapons and engaging in a fierce battle with the ghost-faced soldiers.

Sommer's knife skills are very exquisite, he gallops like the wind in the moonlight, the sword light is endless, and the knife is deadly. After a few swords, he had already killed several Ghostface soldiers. He couldn't help but sneer: "Where did the fool dare to come to my tribe to seek death?" ”

Suddenly, a knife wind swept behind him, and Sommer hurriedly turned back to parry. Just this time, he suddenly froze in place.

He didn't even think that those ghost-faced soldiers who had been slashed and killed, although they had fallen, would get back up like a person who was fine, and they could continue to fight him!

"What's going on? How can there be a living mouth under my knife technique? Sommer wondered in his heart.

Sommer slashed at the ghost-faced soldiers again, and this time he finally found the clue.

These ghost-faced soldiers don't bleed or hurt like normal humans. Their bodies seem to be indestructible, and even if they are hit by a weapon, they will not be hurt too much.

Moreover, these ghost-faced soldiers did not seem to feel pain or fear, and they even gave up their defenses altogether, thinking only of killing. Their eyes were full of coldness and cruelty, as if nothing could make them flinch.

"These soldiers ......" Sommer was shocked, his eyes sharpening.

"Chief...... Yes! ”

Sommer kicked away the ghost-faced soldier in front of him, only to see a tribal warrior in front of him being stabbed into pieces. And in the distance, those defenseless old and weak women and children also fell into the ghosts of the ghost-faced soldiers in the cry, and his heart was full of grief and helplessness.

He knew that they would no longer be able to defeat these demon-like ironclad ghost-faced soldiers.

"I surrender! Prince Báb, I surrender to you and ask you to spare my clan! Sommer shouted, his voice echoing through the canyon.

However, all that responded to him was the sneer of the Demon Night Shadow: "The other tribes in the south have already surrendered early, only you have been stubbornly resisting, and now it is too late to surrender." ”

Sommer's heart was filled with despair, and he knew that they could no longer escape the fate of being slaughtered. The ghost-faced soldiers seemed to be tireless and painless, and they roamed the canyon like demons, slaughtering everyone who lived.

That night, blood flowed in the canyon, and the tribe's guards and villagers fell in pools of blood.

When the morning light comes, it illuminates a standing corpse in the canyon, with dozens of knife wounds on his body and his head having been cut off. Only the pair of scimitars he clenched in his hands still had his name: Sommer.